What the bloody hell? Of all the messages he could have received, Harry would never have guessed this would be it. He’d been sent a lot of messages from Anthony. A few of them had been quite naughty. He’d do it as a way to break up the monotony of the Wizengamot sessions. Just last year Harry had been stuck for three full days with the Wizengamot. Harry never wanted to sleep in the same room as Lady Amita Thakkar ever again. Great ally, terrible chatterbox even in her sleep. "Apologies. Urgent family issues have come up. My fellow Lords and Ladies, I must leave to address this now." Harry called out as he packed up his things. It took some doing to keep from showing emotion in his voice.