"We’ve had some disturbing news come to light, you’re going to need more firewhisky and maybe get the girls round. They need to hear it too, but we all need to take a Vow of Secrecy, this can’t leak to the press." The look on Potter’s face called for no arguments or pushbacks. "I’ll send word now mate." Theo pulled out his wand and conjured his patronus; a fox appeared, and Theo stated plainly, "To Luna – Luna, get the girls together and come to the Manor. Potter has news." The fox bounded away, and the men drank the remaining whisky in their glasses, waiting for the girls to arrive to hear what news could have troubled Potter so much. 