Once Spectre had departed, the werewolf hunter had taken a moment to return the WCU office to some semblance of order.   That finished, he had gathered all necessary accoutrements — Feliks Spectre’s statement, the package with the gloves, his own belongings — and took the lift to Level Two.

Alan Childs was the Supervising Auror on duty for the night.  Kurby left the gloves with him, somehow managing to mostly bite his tongue as the Auror queried him to complete the accompanying report.  No, he didn’t know who had sent the damned gloves.  No, he hadn’t spoken directly to Knox Greyfriar or Feliks Spectre. Yes, he understood that investigating things like this fell under MLE’s domain, not the Capture Unit.  No, he hadn’t examined the pelt again tonight; wasn’t that exactly the opposite of what he had just been told that he should do?  No yet again, but if Level Two wanted to know why the hell Balfour Spectre hadn’t brought the suspicious items directly to them, then Childs could damned well send him a memo himself in the morning, couldn’t he, then?

Finally, with one final roll of his eyes, he was dismissed and on his way once more.

He was tired enough by this point that he would have preferred to head straight home, but he didn’t have any way to send a message from his flat except by patronus.  So Kurby stopped by the Ministry’s owlry on his way out, pausing to put quill to parchment long enough to pen a trio of short letters.

The first note was addressed to Iona Ballentyne at her flat in London.  Inside, it read:

Bruce,

Someone sent Spectre’s kid another friendly gift by owl post a couple of hours ago.

I’m headed home now after dropping it off at Level Two, so don’t bother ruining your Sunday evening by coming in.  There won’t be anyone around to answer your questions until tomorrow morning.

Bagnold

The second letter, considerably less curt, was addressed to Harper Graves:

Harper,

You’re probably getting a bit tired of me always being the bearer of werewolf news, aren’t you?

Feliks Spectre got another unsigned gift in the owl post tonight. This one appears to be directly connected to January’s mess at the safe house.  Between you and George, you’ve probably already got a handle on your home warding, but I reckoned it was better to pass on word just in case.

Level Two’s got everything now, but you can find me at the Ministry later this week if you have questions.  And if anything strange happens tonight, send an owl.

Kurby Bagnold

The third note wasn’t composed on parchment at all. Rather, he scribbled it on the purple paper of the Ministry’s interdepartmental memos, and then sent it whizzing back to the office he had just left, where it settled gracefully on one of the unattended desks.

Blake,

Reckon you might like to start your Monday by asking Childs about the evidence that he checked in last night.

Cheers,

Bagnold

Finally, with the trio of missives on their way, he left for home.