He was satisfied to hear confirmation of the fact that Miranda would not be sitting on the Wizengamot for Musgrave's case. It would have been unethical and - even that aside - it would have raised far too many eyebrows. Solomon didn't need any more controversy surrounding Level 2 matters than was necessary. The couple entertaining him right now were media fodder. He couldn't pinpoint precisely why but it was becoming clear to him that it wouldn't hurt to make these social calls by way of keeping an eye on matters.

Bombay's name entered the conversation.

Solomon's grip on his mug handled tightened slightly, remembering his last encounter with Hannah. There were unresolved tensions from that morning - leads still being followed up, in secret.

"Miss Bombay will soon be on her way to Azkaban -" he glanced away from Ignan and looked at Miranda with a sombre expression, "- at least until we can ascertain her motivations behind what was done to you both."

Merlin knew what husband and wife thought of Hannah, considering what she had nearly done to the older wizard. Solomon was keen to be lenient on her if what she had informed on is true... but only time could tell, and he wasn't at liberty to say exactly why to some of his own Aurors; much less these two.

"Her intel is being utilised in ongoing investigations," he explained with a shrug, "so I'm afraid I can't offer you any further assurances about her fate."

“Okay.” Miranda replied calmly, taking a sip of her tea as she looked between her husband and their visitor. Hannah Bombay was still at the ministry and Miranda was no closer to knowing why she’d brought Musgrave into her home. Musgrave’s attack, she understood somewhat. He was mentally ill, plagued by dementors and dangerous. But mousy little Hannah Bombay?

“I think she healed Musgrave after his visit here on the 6th of March[1]. It’s the only way he could have survived after what Ignan did to him. He doesn’t know anyone else to heal him.” Or so she presumed.

With this now being said, Miranda found herself feeling to need to go into more detail of her suspicion. But that meant sharing what she’d forbidden Ignan to with the aurors.
A quick glance sideways at Ignan made the decision for her and she lowered her teacup, fixing Carstairs with her gaze.

“On the 18th, I received an owl to go somewhere. Apparently, I left in a hurry and didn’t tell Ignan where I was going,” it sounded ridiculous, she sounded ridiculous. “The next morning, I was on the sofa in my office at St Mungo’s when Ignan woke me up. I’d been obliviated and someone had brought me back to my office. Message gone.”

“I keep thinking, maybe I refused to help them. Which is why they obliviated me and tried again with Ignan as collateral.”

1.	Overplay your Hand

“… at least until we can ascertain her motivations behind what was done to you both.”

Ignan listened quietly, rather thoughtful about it all. Hannah Bombay had come because she needed to die and be brought back. Nobody willingly asked someone to mortally wound them unless it was to escape something. Miranda was the best healer, or perhaps the only alternative healer, Lawrence knew to find, and knew to intimidate. Hannah was once intending to marry Ignan’s young cousin, so the professor wasn’t entirely sure of her motives in life.

To his surprise, Miranda elaborated on the night she went missing with no recollection. At the time she had been insistent on not reporting it, feeling silly over it all. Here she was now, telling the Head of the Department.
“It seems a plausible reason,” Ignan agreed, backing up his wife. His gaze remained on her as he explained to Carstairs. “Whoever owled Miranda that night to leave the house was not someone she’d mention in conversation to me, yet either trustworthy or interesting enough for her to go. It wasn’t a summons from the hospital. She was found fully clothed in her office by Gerda, our house elf. Miranda instructed me to check her memories, and the interruption was consistent with obliviation.”

Speaking calmly, Ignan averted his gaze to give reason,
"We did not report it at the time, due to how vague the situation was. Though, a head injury was sustained, nothing else appeared to suggest a sinister incident.”

He was relieved to find that Miranda wasn't keen to press any further on the subject of Hannah Bombay - she offered her suspicion of the witch having healed Lawrence, which Solomon tucked into the back of his head for review later. The next piece of information his host offered nearly caused him to drop his mug.

            "On the 18th, I received an owl to go somewhere. Apparently..."

Instead, he set it down on the coffee table and maintained the countenance of someone who was trying very hard not to swear. And Sol wasn't one for swearing.

Before he could demand of her why this information hadn't been relayed before, Ignan interceded to put forward the view that this incident - if looked at as unconnected from subsequent incidents - didn't merit much suspicion. Solomon disagreed but it was a bit late for that argument.

The thing had happened and he was doubtful of how useful Mira's confession might be to the rest of the investigation. Even so...

"I see," his terseness contained itself, "Thank you for letting me know of it, though I hope any such occurrences in the future will be brought to light at a more opportune time."

Solomon smiled grimly and then rose from his seat, "If you will allow it, I will send an Auror down to take an official statement - a necessary formality I'm afraid. I'll take my leave now - do enjoy the wine. And I wish you a speedy recovery, Ignan."