Order Only: Emergency Floo call in the middle of the night

Something's happening at Taunton Deane. I was rousted out of bed at 3:00 a.m. by Griderson, telling me to get into the office as soon as I can. He wanted to know anything I could tell him about the security arrangements of the camp, given that I had just visited it recently. Details are sketchy, but it appears there was a disturbance timed to coincide with the performance of a Christmas programme. Griderson is being tight-lipped, but I think some administrators are being held hostage. I wonder if one of them is Charles Chicory.

Bill, get me any information you can glean.