            Harry shook his head. "They seemed to have a dark magic surge too, but it’s tied to the problem we’ve been seeing for months. All of sudden this evening, about a hundred witches and wizards vanished." Harry tore away, beginning to pace over the threadbare carpet. "The French are going nuts. Blaming it on the DMLE, as if we’re the ones screwing with their citizens. I’m being sent to Paris now for the foreseeable future, for undercover work, but I can’t find my dad’s cloak." He froze, twisting back towards her. "You haven’t seen it, have you?"