Gideon was not pissed at Merton. It was damned hard to be pissed at Merton, actually. It was like kicking a puppy, really. He reached over, grabbing a beer, and handing it to Merton, smiling slightly. "I'll explain it all to you later?" He said quietly. He knew Merton was probably just trying to figure out what the hell they were all upset about.
"Okay, so that's some sort of plan, anyways. We'll owl Leigh.... fuck.... is Leigh Muggleborn, does anyone know? And then we'll tell our agents to make inquiries and keep a close watch on the journals and the Prophet. Especially for any sudden mysterious disappearances, or rumors."