Private Message to Reethi Singh and Rachel Lamont

Oh, Morgana.

I'm not sure I can possibly sleep tonight. We've just done putting down a melee in a mannequin manufactory in Shoreditch. Well, not just in the building. Someone had charmed the nasty things to run riot throughout the workshop and its attics and cellars, but also out into the road and into other businesses nearby.

They were rampaging. Honestly. Smashing windows and doing unimaginable damage.

And we had to petrificus each of them separately, and of course they wanted us to leave them intact, which was simply not possible in all cases, and it was entirely unhelpful to have the owner and his assistants shouting at us not to blast them, and Merlin forbid we accio them down from the rafters.


Only, there weren't any faces on them.


And they could move so awfully fast.