She frowned slightly. "And as I have told you, I can't remember. Why is Miles under suspicion anyway?" she asked, a little worried. Surely they couldn't think that Miles had murdered this woman? "Are you accusing him of murder? I've never heard of anything so ridiculous in my life- You realise he's a single parent, don't you? He wouldn't do that to Liam."
"Special circumstances?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "You can note that I have memory loss and I'll make sure a copy of the medical report is sent to your office. Saves you having to write extra paperwork," That and she didn't trust the woman to call her commpletely hopeless. She wasn't having anybody besmirch her reputation. "And he's not my elf, he's Miles's. Mine are back at Capp- Fuck, my parents' estate? Castle? I'm not sure what it's called."
She nodded, peeved that they were having to go over this continuously. "It's likely, probably very likely as Miles wouldn't make me lie so if he says I was with him, I'd be inclined to believe him," she said honestly. "I don't know what else to tell you."
Scarlett shook her head, annoyed at herself for not remembering more. "No but if I do, I'll make a Pensieve of the memory and send it to your office," she said, drumming her nails on the staircase. "Is that all? Only I have to get ready for an appointment at the Shack."