A rather late night last night

[alt_arthur]

Molly decided to go to New London to spend some time with Bill this weekend, now that the children are off to Hogwarts. So I was alone last night when I received a rather unexpected visit from a few chaps from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It seems that they had a few questions about Ronald's rather unorthodox method of getting to Hogwarts this year. Given that young Harry Marvolo accompanied him, they felt (quite rightly, I'm sure) that perhaps the questions were urgent enough that they couldn't wait until I showed up again at work on Monday morning. Since I was, of course, most anxious to do everything I could to set minds at ease, I accompanied them back to the Ministry, and we chatted rather late into the night. I'm home again now, as is Molly. I trust that all the Ministry's queries have been entirely satisfied.

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Re: ORDER ONLY

[alt_molly]

Well, the food is ruined, of course. And most of what they smashed, they vanished. Leaving just a few shards behind. They left the everyday crockery, but oh, Alice, they destroyed my Grandmother's tea pot and the platter I inherited from my own Mum, and I don't even have enough Mason jars left to put up the rest of the harvest.

Arthur's right, I know; they're only things. But oh, Alice, it hurts.

Re: ORDER ONLY

[alt_alice]

Molly dear, I can only imagine. They are just things, but they are yours. You have every right to be angry and sad. I cried buckets when we had to leave our little flat in London and put all our things into storage. I even miss those ugly orange sofas we had.

We're running a pretty tight ship in these parts when it comes to food stores, and some things can't ever really be replaced -- but if there's anything else you have need for, we can certainly go on a "shopping" trip for you around Peel. Linens, jars, dishes, just say the word and we can get a crate of stuff to you in a week. Or, if you'd prefer, we can pass it along in dribs and drabs to make it less suspicious.