'What? What could possibly be the point?' Morag demanded of Antonin. 'What other goal could she possibly have other than to harass people and find out who she wants to target? This is absolutely absurd!'
They heard a sigh from the nearest elf as he put out a second fire, this time on the railing beside Morag. The last time she had tried to put out a fire she'd caused, she'd drenched one of the guest quarters. The time before that, she'd sent Nikita into the lake. Luckily, he'd apparated away before hitting the water.
The elves had suggested, kindly, that they let them put out her fires. It was easier on them.
Morag held out her hand for the papers Antonin was waving so happily. 'Say that again?' She usually followed legalese so much better, she thought, but her brain didn't seem to want to function like it used to. 'We're legally requiring her to answer our own questions? Ones that are much more salient than her fishing expeditiong?' She started to grin.