Rodolphus clicked his fingers and one of his own elves appeared. He waved casually towards the decanter of cognac, indicating it should pour a drink for his brother.
"Our dearly beloved new minister is requiring all residents to register their owls." He could see that it was a brilliant strategy, although definitely a rod for her own back. He handed over the owl from Orla, and a copy of the decree.
"As much as I don't particularly care for her methods, I don't want information falling into the wrong hands."