Anthony was helping at The Shack as best he could. But things were just terrible. The number of people not affected by the disease were very slim. And on top of everything, he had to deal with affected purebloods complaining about Muggles and Muggleborns thanks to that damn flier that had been spread. He tore down as many as he could between the Shack and home. It made him so upset at how people could be so close minded in the midst of this crisis.
As he took a small break, an owl flew in. He took the note and read it, his jaw tightening. He walked out the door immediately, jumping on his broom and flying to George and Parvati. Once there, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer.