Dora shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. "It's not important. Just one of those winter colds." This wasn't about her, after all, and she was still convinced that a good sleep and some hot tea with honey, then maybe a hunk of chocolate would fix her up quickly.
She stepped into the office and sat down as invited. She had to take another deep breath before pushing a bit of hair out of her face. She looked to make sure the door was closed before glancing back at Megan.
"I'm... well, I'm not quite sure how to say this, Miss. Jones." Dora dug into her robes, searching until her hand hit the rough sheet of parchment. She clutched it and pulled it out into the open, profering it to Megan. "I'm sorry, but... we received a letter this morning, from your mother. I'm not sure if you were contacted by her, but I'll just assume you haven't. I'm very sorry, but members of your family were attacked by two... Rabastan Lestrange and his wife. Your mother sent us, Aurors, this owl, informing us of the news."