Woah.  This was bloody awesome - and by the proper definition of awesome.  Full of and inspiring awe. 

Nicholas was doing proper wizardy stuff.  Rather than tossing him out, which Fauna and Nicholas' original reactions seemed to suggest, The Adult was both conjuring images of truck-driving witches with nets trying to catch owls and confirming Anton had had a good idea.  Not enthusiastically, mind you, but it was indeed there and he'd take what he could get. 

Fauna, bless her, was stressing about things that were well beyond anyone's capabilities.  Wizard or not, no mere mortal stood a chance against the age of social media and Facebooks' algorithms.  He cast her an empathetic pained grin.  When the dust had settled, perhaps tea and pastries would be warranted.

This was real, honest wizarding world stuff - both what Rudi saw on a daily basis and what his brother would soon be seeing. 

It was exciting, daunting and also unsettling all at the same time.  Made all the more so by this lingering mystery of 'Sasha was gone but alright.'   Anton stood up from the desk to face the trio.  The Adult was taking control and going towards the fireplace to burn some secret message she'd just written.  Right.  Destroy the evidence, if they don't want to be watched.  No information trail. 

Anton watched, wide-eyed, as the Adult threw something on the fire and the flames flared a sickly green - more mesmerized than surprised.  Super flames, he presumed, to destroy the magical traces on the note. 

"Could the owls be other wizards in disguise?" he asked, looking up from green flames to The Adult.  "You think one of them did this?"

Quill floo'd the message to the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. She then stood and answered Anton bluntly.

"No."

No, there were not one or more owl-animagi biding their time on rooftop exhaust pipes. No, Quill did not have any theories about who was responsible for the crime scene. The former were surprisingly rare. The latter was not the head of Level Three's purview. Neither of these reasons were appropriate to share with whatever kind of person was Anton Schäfer, no matter how helpful he might be.

With Bevans knowing which end of his wand to hold and having secured the building from further secrecy leaks, Quill was feeling ready to keep the process moving. She briefed Fauna Blake.

"The next team will be here within the half-hour to start working through the muggles, and also on their way is someone to handle those owls. Now. Where is Sasha Snow?"

Fauna took a deep breath, "Sasha is in jail."

Muggle jail! She gave Quill the pertinent details about Sasha's phone call, Baldur's sickness, and Moira rescuing Baldur, fully aware of poor Anton overhearing everything. Technically, Sasha was safe and unhurt. He was just inconveniently stuck in jail as well.

That settled, Fauna took a closer look around the flat, answering what she could of Anton's questions and letting him tell her if any of Sasha's belongings seemed out of place. Sasha was right - it didn't look like anyone had broken in.

She headed into the hallway next, assured that Nicholas' wards were deterring the muggle neighbors.

Fauna stood several feet from the flowers on the door, looking at each flower first, and then at the whole arrangement as she might study artwork in a gallery. Her brow furrowed as she jotted notes and a sketch in her notebook. The flowers each fought for attention, crowding and overlapping each other. They were all different types and sizes, except for a curious shape in the middle of the door.

A red, flowery heart. She didn't know these flowers by name, and yet something about them looked familiar.[1]

Fauna waved her wand around the flower arrangement, checking everything she could think of that would have killed muggles and sickened a dog. Was it the flowers themselves? Something behind the flowers? She found it - a sickly green glow around the door handle. The curse's trace stretched from the door handle and wafted down the hall in a blurry green line.

The curse led her to the stairwell, where she nearly collided with an Auror who was levitating a card off the ground.

It read: 'sorry we missed you.'

'Sorry we missed you. We will return... anytime.'

But not tonight. Levels Two and Three would make sure of it.

1.	Lorelei left the same type of flower, a red oleander, at the Wold house earlier in March - thread