Being back home was the only thing nice for Elisa given the current situation. She had arrived the previous afternoon, and when her father returned home a few hours later, he was surprised to find his daughter there, who, taking a bit of the chocolate he had prepared, explained the reasons why she had decided to go to visit him, Alfonso, on the other hand, looked at her with an increasingly serious expression as he told her story, and once she had finished it, she said:

- Elisa, if this morning I told you to be very careful, now I repeat myself with even more reason than before. You have unconsciously exposed yourself to a great danger, and as much as it pains me to say this, I think it would be best if you left Spain. If that man suspects you and what you have seen, sooner or later he will gate to you and I would not like him to do anything bad to you.

Elisa sighed remembering the words spoken by her father, and frowned to remember that her response to that brief sermon had only been several "Do not worry" and "I'll be fine, you'll see". But the truth is that she could not deny that something of what her father had said was giving her to think, to go out of Spain in the background was not a possibility that could be dismiss ... however, with the borders closed, tmake it happend would prove, for the moment, to be the most complicated. Likewise, communicating with the outside world was also very difficult, and if she did not want to draw the attention of the Ministry, she though that it would be best to start her investigation in an unconventional way, at least for a wizard or witch. In this way, she went to the telephone that rested on one of the tables in the living room, thinking of the only person who could help her in such a situation.

After speaking with the operator, she passed her call to the person she had requested, and a few seconds later, she could hear a more familiar voice through the receiver.

- Elisa? It's you? - asked his contact surprised.

- Yes, Marcos, it's me.

- Wow, this is a surprise! - He exclaimed- Although I suspect you have not called me to chat about our lifes, am I wrong?

- Well, I'm afraid not - answered Elisa - the truth is that I need you to do something for me, a favor.

- Out of curiosity, does this have anything to do with what happened at the Ministry?

Elisa sighed. She knew Marcos well enough to know that he was no fool, despite what other people might think of him. Many wizard and witches were surprised to see a sinpo (people born in the bosom of magical families, but without powers) deciding to live as if it were a normalis, working in that world instead of doing it in their own. But Marcos, who had married a normalis, felt that it would be best to make his life that way with his wife. However, that did not stop him from finding out about each and every one of the news that affected the magical world, and since he worked for the postal normalis, Elisa could count on his help in critical situations, sending letters with highly relevant information. to its destinies, all wizards and witches, without any mishap. That is why she had thought of him once more to help her, because not only was he efficient in her work, but also trustworthy.

- Mark- Elisa finally told him- I have to ask you a favor.

- Yes, I already imagined that ... What am I supposed to do?

- Send some letters to the Ministry of Magic of France, would that be possible?

- Do you need to ask? Of course, yes! - Marcos exclaimed- But, you know that everything has a price, and now with everything that is happening, in short, you will have to offer me something good in return.

Elisa knew that Marcos was going to ask her for the same old thing: secrets. Not money or anything like that, but information about any mission or related to the Ministry. She did not know exactly in what he used everything she told her, but considering how cunning he could be, it did not surprise her that Marcos later sold the information to certain people. The funny thing is that he had never gotten in trouble for it, and what is more suprising, he had never compromised the confidentiality of his informants, so Elisa supposed that he knew how to choose who to sell everything they said to him.

- Yes - she replied finally - I am aware of it, and do not worry, I can tell you a couple of things that will surely seem ... interesting.

- Well, being that way, then there's a deal. Where and when do we see each other?

- Are you still in Barcelona? It's just that I happen to be in the city, so if you want we could see each other tomorrow morning.

- Fantastic! See you in Gato Tuerto at 11?

- Perfect, there I will be.

And saying that, Elisa hung up the device, and without losing more time, she went to her room in search of paper, pen and ink.

Her wrist watch almost marked the agreed time. It was Elisa's favorite, her father had given a few years ago for his birthday and always took it with him. In those moments Elisa looked at it every few seconds, while looking around, looking for Marcos.

Suddenly, she noticed a hand resting on her shoulder, startling her, and before she knew it, Marcos sat in the chair next to her.

- Wow, this is overcrowded as always right?

- Yes - said Elisa unable to say anything else, while trying to reassure the strong beating of her chest.

- Oh! You seem a little nervous, have I scared you?

- I would like to say no, but with all this noise and that you are more silent than a dead man ... - Elisa answered rolling her eyes as Marcos made a loud laugh.

- Thank goodness that one of the mottos of the Ministry is "stay alert" - Marcos answered grinning sardonically. - By the way, there's something you want to give me, right?

Elisa, then, quickly pulled out an envelope taht her partner grabbed with the same speed and stuffed it into his coat.

- Well,- said Marcos- and now, what do you have for me?

Elisa looked at him seriously, and taking a breath, said:

- The closing of the borders, the decision to carry it out has been a matter of the high command, none of us knew anything else ...

- And why do you think they've done it that way? - Marcos asked intrigued.

- I'm not sure ... - Elisa said, but before she could continue, Marcos interrupted her.

- Elisa, I know you do not tell me the truth, and I understand it, really, but if you want that letter to reach its destination, you have to trust me. I do not sell this information to anyone ...

- I know, but the problem is that if I told you this, I would put you in great danger, and you are not aware of it.

- Oh no, yes I am, and if you knew who are some of my clients I'm sure you would not have so much trouble telling me.

- Believe me Marcos, as things are, right now I do not trust even of my own shadow.

Marcos looked at her seriously, analyzing the words she had just spoken, and after a few seconds, he said:

- Why is it that something tells me that you have not come to Barcelona just now just by chance ...

Elisa sighed, she knew that Marcos, despite not being a wizard, was not exactly stupid, and that it was a matter of time before he came to that conclusion.

- I had to came back for ... various reasons - she said not wanting to give more information.

- And those reasons have to do only and exclusively with the Ministry?

- Yes and no - she acknowledged - there is something that I need to investigate, a ... well, actually several disappearances. Specifically, that of a group of aurors sent to France to help with the capture of Grindelwald and they have not yet returned.

- Well,- Marcos nodded- that's much better ...

And saying that, he spent a few seconds meditating while taking small sips of the cup of coffee that a house elf had made appear a few minutes ago. Elisa took advantage of that moment to also drink from hers, and a few seconds later, Marcos spoke again and said:

- Well, I think that's enough with that. Your payment is settled.

Elisa, despite feeling relieved, could not help but wonder that the young man wanted to leave the interrogation there, but did not bother asking the reason.

Once they had emptied their cups, both stood up and left the room with discretion.

- Do not worry, - Marcos said as he put on his hat - I promise you that this letter will arrive without any mishap to your destination, and in a few days, I will be the one in charge of sending you the answer by mail normalis.

Elisa nodded, hoping that really such an answer would be given sooner rather than later, and once the young man had said goodbye to her, she went to a corner in the shadows to appear again in his father's apartment where she would have no choice but to wait for the long-awaited letter to arrive.

It had already been three days since she had given the letter to Marcos, and although she knew it would take a while to deliver it, Elisa began to get very impatient, and to wonder if the letter had not gone astray or if something had happened to her Frames. Her father, meanwhile, seeing the young woman so worried, tried by all means to encourage and distract her from such obscure thoughts with anecdotes from her siblings, from the time with her mother before getting married, including how she found out about the the existence of magic and its subsequent shock, but since most of the time he was away from home, they returned to Elisa once she was alone again.

However, almost a week later, just as the girl was starting to seriously reconsider calling Marcos if something had happened, a strange letter arrived in the mail which, despite being in his father's name, the seal wore the envelope indicated that it came from France. I could not say it for sure, but that she knew, her father had no acquaintances there, and even if that were the case, it was too much of a coincidence that a letter from that country came to her father, just when she herself was waiting to receive another letter from France. For that reason, and because something told her that she was not going to make a mistake, she picked up the letter opener, and decisively tore the envelope to take out the paper that was inside and read it.

My dear friend,

Of all the things that could surprise me, your letter has been what most. How long has it been since we last saw each other? At least four years, that's for sure. That's why it made me very happy to hear from you again, even in these serious circumstances ...

Elisa, I can not fool you, the situation in France has been very complicated, and even now it remains so since since Grindelwald ran away, thousands of people have come to try to give it back to him, although, if I'm honest, I doubt very much that we will find it, unfortunately, he knows how to hide well.

Regarding Luis and that group of aurors that you ask me about, I'm sorry to tell you, but even though I've asked several people in the Ministry to try to extract some information, nobody has been able to confirm the presence of Spaniards among the aurors. who have dedicated themselves to the search for Grindelwald. The only thing I can tell you is that American and English Aurors have been collaborating with us, and many of them are still continuing their work right here in Paris. The truth, it can not be said that they have advanced much in their research, even after suffering great losses, because I understand that an english Auror sacrifice her life to save others when Grindelwald tried to kill them while fleeing. It was a tragedy, since the girl was about to marry a young and promising Auror, one of the best in England, a certain Scamander.

Anyway, I think I've talked too much, but I wanted to give you all the information I knew in case it could be useful in some way. Really, I regret in the soul not knowing more, but you know how things work in the Ministries, they tell you only the essential, and sometimes not even that. As you said, we are just tiny pawns on this huge board.

I hope that things in Spain get better soon, and be calm, because surely sooner or later you will receive news of Luis. Anyway, if I find out about something else, I will contact you immediately.

Your friend,

Angélique Dubois

P.D .: It has been very exciting to receive and send a letter through the mail of the 'non-magique', it reminded me of when I was still living with my parents. A very intelligent way yours to face the restrictions of border closures. You will never stop surprising me.

When Elisa had finished the letter, she was barely able to react. I had read and reread the same segment of the letter several times, and the only thing that could not be taken out of my mind was the name that the good Angelique had mentioned ... Scamander.

Yes, it could not be casulidad, had to refer to the brother of Newt. Elisa, leaving the letter on the table, went decisively to the desk.

"If your brother was involved in all this," thought the young woman to herself, "maybe Newt can know something, can help me gather more information."

For that reason, she described in the letter all that had happened, including her suspicions about traitors in the Ministry, something that had been saved with Angelique for fear that this letter would be intercepted. However, at that point, Elisa did not care about everything, and all she wanted was to discover the truth, so that, once the letter was finished, she got up and went to the phone in order to contact again with the only person able to get that letter to England.