One eyebrow went up. "One year six months of Auror training. Before your time. Dropped out when He-Who-Pushes-Up-Daisies crew took over the Ministry. Resistance and the Battle of Hogwarts. I know all about paranoia from the inside. Notice the video cameras all over the neighborhood and the quaint and picturesque private security dressed as Peelers? Father and I pay for all that to keep the neighborhood safe and secure. Linked to The Met. Lets us charge higher rents."
Rich sighed. "Any real blood supremicist who still has a hard on from the war would probably be coming after me directly. In which case I'd be discretely dumping some ashes out the back door into the river the next morning and sending a note around to you lot. Don't ever try to force my wards, let's just say. But at any rate, I think you've got a copy cat, not the real thing."
"As long as you say things have been sitting around, guess there's no real rush. My sympathies on the courtroom work, though. Always boring."