All Rolf could do at receiving the Howler was chuckle. Well, he'd sort of hoped to provoke Millicent Bulstrode out of her isolation. She hadn't come into the shop herself in at least a couple of months, and correspondence had been much sparser than usual.
Besides, she had offered to foster more cats. A few months ago. But that didn't really matter.
He wrote back a neat little note and sent one of the other owls off with it, since hers had wisely not stuck around.
Oh Miss Bulstrode,
Do relax. You did say you would foster more cats for me if needed. So I brought them on by. You weren't around, so I left them there with everything they needed for you. I'll keep trying to find them a home, but in the meantime, they really could use some good cuddling.
Hope to see you in for your order next week.
Rolf Scamander
Part of him knew it would probably only rile her further, but he couldn't help it, really.