"I know, I know. I agree, Jamie and I'm glad that you're telling me all this because that's what I needed to hear. It's just...look, I know you're used to all of this going through Auror training, but I'm just little old me who's got a damn good right hook and decent hexing abilities but that's about it. I know I would be screwed if shit went down."
Minerva gave him a wane smile. "Anytime I got in trouble back at school it was usually because you or Dylan started it," she teased. But he was right, Atlas wasn't a Slytherin whom was hexed with a ticklish curse. He was a fucking werewolf - who had killed sixteen people.
The colour drained from her face when she thought about that again. But he seemed so...sorry.
"What if they don't want to register? I mean, bloody hell Jamie can you blame them? The Ministry has sanctioned you and the others to kill werewolves if necessary, and not suffer any consequences." Minerva bit her lip in thought.
"Is there anyone you know that can help? With the potion, I mean. Jamie, I'm asking as friend to friend here. What if it was someone you knew and cared about, like Dylan? Wouldn't you want to help if you could?"