Remus reread the letter, feeling the tension in his shoulders settle into knots. It was aptly timed - received on the night before the full moon; if they had everything figured out by the time it started to wane, he'd be lucky if he was recovered enough to think straight.
He'd have to pass on the news to another Order member and make sure it got handled while he was indisposed.
Please tell me you have a name, or a receipt. Anything that may be helpful in locating that particular inventory. We need to find it as soon as possible.