It was only after he said it that Miles regretted his impetuous cursing tirade. She had been kidnapped and held by Death Eaters, even if she said she hadn't been hurt. But, rather that truly apologize, he fell back on his reliable teasing air.
"Just trying to bring you back to reality, instead of having you go over your rocker on us," he said, tossing her a big grin. "Seems it worked, since you're not talking crazy about being Death Eaters anymore."
"That's only because I think everyone needs to be locked in a room for the next hour and denied anything to drink to make sure there aren't anymore impostors," Hestia retorted, pushing him away from her. "Can't have that until everyone's here, so why bring it up now?"
Part of her was serious, though. Despite her embarrassment at her foolishness, she wouldn't have been the only one to fall for that trap. She hadn't wanted to think about it the last few days, but now in the relative safety of the Ministry, she had to face that if they had gotten away with this, they might plan more replacements, or had already done some switches. The time of code words and extra precautions had come back to the wizarding world.
"The second you hear, Macmillan," she ordered over her shoulder as she walked away with Kingsley. "I want to know immediately."
At the house, Hannah sat curled up on the sofa in the living room, rather than the family room they spent most of their time in, as Dominic was on call and thus working close to the Floo, having been hesitant to leave Hestia while she was ill unless necessary. A book open in her lap but currently unread, she was giving her attention to the table at the side of the sofa where her teapot and mug rested on a tray.
"Dad, do you think-" she began, but then the fireplace flared. But, instead of one of her father's staff, Aurors began to pour out of the fireplace. She rose abruptly, her mug in hand as her book slid forgotten to the floor. The Aurors surrounded the two of them, one going so far as to herd her closer to Dominic's desk to tighten the circle.
One of the Aurors was all ready speaking to Dominic. "Minister, we have a security situation. The "Hestia Jones" in this house isn't Auror Jones, but a Death Eater in disguise," he informed Dominic without preamble, but quietly so his voice didn't carry. "Where is she?"
And then the intended quiet was broken as Hannah screamed, her mug joining her book on the floor with a shatter of porcelain and a splash of tea.