Someone shouted. Andromeda turned round. Obliviator Woolfolk called Andromeda and Neville. Andromeda hurried back. Amaryllis explained Alberic Grimm had broken down the wall so people could get out.
"That makes more sense. I am glad he is not inside. I hope he is not hurt with dementors though. Perhaps we should search?" She asked Neville. Amaryllis then said he was first there. Andromeda felt very cold. "You will need to write that in your report." She told Amaryllis. "We do not know what Mysteries is doing with dementors. Did he have the net with him? Was anyone with Grimm?"

Neville nodded as Woolfolk recalled what had happened. He wondered if there may have been a better spell to have been used but in the heat of the moment, when it was between a few dozen people and an old building he probably would have done something similar if not the same. It hurt, in a sense, to see the Three Broomsticks like this, especially so soon after losing the Leaky Cauldron, both had been staples in the wizarding world for years. He decided to reserve judgement on the act for now, filing away the information to be reported on later. He'd likely have to head back to the office anyway to make sure reports were made before they were muddled by memory. Not to mention with two of their Aurors on site having been enjoying some leisure time there weren't many in condition to do so.

Neville listened to her recollection of what she had seen in regards to Grimm and the Dementor. It made a chill run up his spine. He hadn't been affected by the Dementors as badly as some of his friends had been when they had come to Hogwarts in his third year (certainly not as badly as Harry had been) but in more recent years, after the war, well there were certainly more horrible memories for the beasts to bring out. However it wasn't so much her words as it was her tone that caught him. She was hesitant and while it had been a late night and a surprise to find himself on duty he could swear there was fear there, whether it was of Grimm or the Dementors, he couldn't really say.

"Thanks, Amaryllis." He turned to Andromeda after she asked her questions and spoke softly, "We should probably give Grimm a visit."

"Oh! That's not true!” Amaryllis announced brightly, and rifled through her handbag. Camille watched, genuinely curious at what she was up to in there. A woman’s handbag was full of all the fixes in the world, but a witch’s handbag was something else. Out came a delightful china teacup poised on the younger witch’s palm.
“Oh my.” Camille uttered in amazement, taking it from her with shaky hands, the china trembling noisily. Out of the bag followed another and in the blink of an eye the pair were full of hot chocolate. “Goodness!”

"Oh! And I'm Maree--Ah, Amaryllis Woolfolk.”
“Uhm yes you sai-“ Camille went to reply only her shaking hands made lifting the teacup from the saucer a little trickier than she had anticipated.

"Why would they come here, do you think?  It's been alleyways, graveyards, other places before.  The November incident wasn't a dementor one…”
“A public place?” Camille ventured, “Growing bolder, growing more powerful? I am sure this was not just dementors - something or someone was over there, and helped them get in.” She pointed out to whereabouts across the road she had seen the fireball erupt from[1].

"Do you think--I think we ought to tell the Aurors what we know. They were late to the scene—“ without much further pondering the young obliviator beckoned her crimson-robed colleagues, well, Camille guessed so, as one was but the other was the one who had leapt to action inside at the moment the dementors had appeared.

"It was Alberic Grimm who destroyed the wall, so that people could get out.   It was he who also… Well, Alberic Grimm, when I arrived, had locked hands with a Dementor. It wasn't a handshake, really. At first I thought he was being attacked so I cast my patronus, but as soon as Grimm let go... the Dementor fled.  I went to help with the roof right after that because he— When I looked back, he was gone.  I don't know where he went, but the Dementors were gone, too.” Camille looked confused, she did not know who this Alberic Grimm person was, but he seemed very wrapped up with these dementors.

"He was the first person here.  He was right outside the pub.”

"That makes more sense.” The female auror spoke. She had a sharp stare.
"Thanks, Amaryllis.” her colleague offered. Camille sipped at her hot chocolate, deep in thought.
"I am glad he is not inside.” the first auror continued, "I hope he is not hurt with dementors though. Perhaps we should search?” She asked her colleague before turning back to Amaryllis, "You will need to write that in your report. We do not know what Mysteries is doing with dementors. Did he have the net with him? Was anyone with Grimm?”

“Excuse me,” Camille interrupted as politely as she could, “I’m sorry. But would this Mr Grimm perhaps be who cast fire at the front door of the pub?” She looked to the aurors in turn and then back to Amaryllis. “Look, I may only be an arithmancer, but I’m pretty sure dementors cannot spew fire and break down doors. If Mr Grimm brought down a wall, why not a door before? Only, if he did, he was the one to let in the dementors and to set the place on fire.” She gave a little shrug and gesture with her right hand, cup in the left.

"If you weren’t so concerned for his welfare I might venture the impression he was a wanted criminal. Aherm.” Camille cleared her throat gently, the teacup on the saucer in her left hand was rattling conspicuously now from fatigue and her nerves at interrupting. “You were in the pub with me, of course.” She addressed Andromeda, "You might have seen him arrive?”

1.	reference to earlier

Camille Duerr was right, of course.  Something helped get them in. Started that fire.  The Dementors were not acting like Dementors--at least not like Dementors left to their own devices.  They had always worked for something or someone before. Dark wizards, or even the Ministry.  But who was doing it now?

Certainly not the Ministry!  She felt the impulse to clarify her blunder as Camille picked up all too quickly on her skepticism of Alberic Grim.  "Oh!" she said, flushing slightly, suddenly self-conscious.  She had come on too strong.  "He's... he's actually a member of I.D.R.E.A.D." She bit her lip.  "So I certainly hope that's not the case.  I don't see why he'd set fire to the place, let the Dementors in, then make sure everyone else got out?" She rubbed her thumb across her forehead as she thought.  "But he knows Dementors better than... well..."  Was he just shaking hands with one?

Neville Longbottom--who actually knew her name--offered: "We should probably give Grimm a visit."

"Oh, yes. Please."  The Aurors would be able to settle this all, she was certain.  "I do think that's best. If it wasn't him--which," she shook her head. She'd already said her piece on that, "Perhaps he saw who is responsible for all this. For now, I think you've" she looked from the Aurors to the healers, "quite enough to do without me getting in the way."  She was an Obliviator!  And vastly out of her depth.  "Miss Duerr," she said, giving a smile and a nod. "I hope our next meeting is not quite like this!"

She looked about the scene.  Some support staff seemed to have arrived, taking efforts to ensure that the thatched roof was, indeed, extinguished by dousing it in overzealous aguamentis, which some bystanders scattered, suddenly surprised by the downpour.  Everything seemingly underhand, Amaryllis was all too happy to exchange Hogsmeade for a cup of tea and an early bedtime.