Morag sighed when the owl perched on the railing of the Morrigan, knowing it wasn't likely to be good news. She took the letter and read it through, thinking how completely idiotic it was. Maybe someone should suggest Umbridge do a random inspection on Fenrir Greyback. At the full moon.
She'd not been so entertained by a werewolf for months.
Shaking her head, she called Antonin. 'Perhaps an owl of support sent to Fleur Weasley and her sister?' she suggested. 'Fleur knows you better. Why don't you send it? Tell them they are welcome to stay with us,' she added.