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Malfoy blinked. “Co again?”

Harry walked out of the owlery and into the brighter, overcast haze. Before he did anything else, he was going back to that house. He was going to help that poor girl.

Igora pushed her way through the overcrowded halls of the Edinburgh DMLE Main Office. From what she could tell, the vultures were swooping in on the Penthouse Incident, everyone from Improper Use of Magic to the Beast Division of the DRCMC. If it ant there’d be fresh coffee in the breakroom, she could forgive the mob.

She caught a glimpse of Auror Phillips at so point, clutching a thick file and looking like he’d slept in his clothes at the office. She didn’t envy him or the headache today would likely bring. If he was busy corralling the masses, it ant she actually stood a chance of getting ahead of the rest.

“Stramitz,” Felix greeted when she finally made it to their office at the farthest end of the building.

She didn’t give him a glance. Igora turned her back and shrugged out of her cloak, hanging it up on the rack. “I almost feel like we should share what we know, but Phillips already looks like he’s about to break under the pressure.”

A throat cleared and Igora turned around. Between their desks, in one of the ancient lounge chairs they’d stolen from Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, a very familiar man sat. The red hair gave him away imdiately. If Igora hadn’t recognized him from the War, she’d have recognized his distinguished crimson auror robes.

Felix put out his hand to introduce the guest. “Stramitz, this is—”

“Auror Weasley,” Igora interrupted. Her mind raced. What could bring one third of the Golden Trio to their office? Possibly one of their open cases? Surely there was no reason for him to e himself. Igora faked a smile and held out her hand in greeting. “Igora Stramitz.”

Ron Weasley stood and towered over the room, broad and confident, smiling back at her. He reached over and shook her hand, and they exchanged forced pleasantries, inquiries about the London offices, until finally, Igora steered the conversation to the reason for the visit.

Weasley glanced between her and Felix, cleared his throat and pulled a parchnt from his pocket. “I was responding to the inquiry you sent out yesterday about Archie Eversworn.”

Eyebrows raised, Igora moved to sit at her desk. She had not been expect that. “You have information about our person of interest?”

“That’s the thing,” Weasley frowned. “He’s not involved in whatever you’re looking into.”

Her brows raised higher. “And you know that because—?”

“He’s an integral part of an ongoing investigation.”

Felix leaned forward. “He’s a C.I.?”

Igora snorted, rembering the indecision and plete inability of the man to conceal his instinctive reactions. “There’s no way that man is an informant.”

Weasley shifted his weight and crossed his arms. Igora realized he must’ve assud he’d be able to march into their office, say his piece, and that would be the end of it. She didn’t doubt he had his reasons, but in her experience, defensive and protective coupled with secretive did not usually lead to making the most responsible decisions. “I’m telling you, Eversworn isn’t involved and you need to drop it.”

Finally, Igora thought. Her forehead relaxed and she narrowed her eyes. “Eversworn knows sothing about our case; I would bet my life on it.”