Lettie sat on top of the papers on his desk, not really giving a fuck if they were important as not. They couldn't possibly be as important as her anyway. "That you're married! There's some elf saying he's Mistress Daphne's... Has one of your broom bunnies finally gone insane or did you manage to convince her to give you a house elf?" she asked, still laughing a little between words. "You know I know you're still miffed about me getting you put into jail but I did write to Weasley and complain about that Bones bint."
She rested her feet on the arms of his chair, facing him and not really caring that if he slouched in his seat a little, he'd be able to see up her robes. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked before. "Who is she anyway? Liam's been mentioning this pretty Daphee for a while."
Sobering up a little, she still smiled brightly. "Cass sent me an owl. This Terry Boot's willing to help me and he might know a Legilimens who can help. Good news, right?"