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Warded Private.

I am hardly arguing that a curfew isn't a good idea, because it is. Clearly there are people who aren't taking the necessary precautions -- such as staying behind secure wards during the full moon -- because we continue to rack up these injuries and deaths. But if Bones wanted to institute a curfew, he bloody well ought to have brought it to us ages ago so that we could get it passed. Merlin knows we've been passing everything far too quickly than we really ought to -- the Werewolf Employment Bill would never have been passed with those sudden last-minute add-ons under normal circumstances! -- and unlike the Werewolf Employment Bill or the Unforgivables -- note to self, ward Douglas -- this is actually a reasonable piece of legislation. Enforced curfews to keep citizens indoors during the nights of the full moon -- along with reminders that it is indeed a full moon night for those who can only tell how full the moon is by looking at the sky -- are an absolutely brilliant idea, at least until our Hitwizards and the Werewolf Task Force capture these rogues.

"the DMLE has expressed interest in bringing legislation to the Wizengamot at first priority" my arse.

End Ward.

Warded to Douglas.

Sincerest apologies, mate, for being too busy of late to meet up to discuss the business of Unforgivables. Would this Saturday evening work for dinner? I only barely managed to get the first syllable of "Lizzie" out before Hannah began insisting that she absolutely must see her now.

End Ward.

Warded to Melanie.

How is our favourite hitwitch trainee? Hannah has been insisting on seeing you, so Lis and I wanted to invite you over for lunch on Saturday, if Podmore will let you have some time away from hunting down werewolves.

End Ward.

I suppose that the sudden upcropping of poetry and definitions of love is as sure a sign as any that St Valentine's Day is right around the corner.