“I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees you,” says Louis as he, Rose, Jasper, and I draw close to James. “It’s going to be hilarious.”

“I know you didn’t really ask to see my tattoo,” he says with a wicked grin. “Dom always uses that as an excuse when she’s trying to hook me up with someone.”

“Can you at least stop calling him the nose man, you’re making it sound like he has a fetish or something,” I hiss.

“You’d be surprised what a journalist would do for the inside scoop on a story,” he says. “That lot’ve got all the ruthlessness of killers.”

“That’s rubbish!” I say hotly, slapping a hand down onto my desk. Charlie looks up at me in surprise, but I don’t care. “The Ministry’s never been picky about who it blames for disasters, has it?"

My heart pounds, and my head aches worse than ever: Ragnar must want to see me in private about the Wizengamot’s request.

I had put my assignment from the Wizengamot out of my mind for the last few days, hoping I wouldn’t have to do any real snooping on my coworkers. But with this new development, it looks like I’ve got work to do.

“Sir,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, but there’s something you need to know.”

I’m about to face what might be the greatest threat to the wizarding world since Lord Voldemort - there’s no way I’ll be getting any sleep. The only thing I can think to do, the only thing that might help me now, is to find Ragnar.