Remus looked at the owl that had flapped in through the upper window of the Shrieking Shack with surprise. He was even more shocked to read the letter it carried, and thoughtfully composed a reply in his mind long before he pulled out a quill to send a note back.
Ever since the bungle at Roger Davies' home, he'd expected to be contacted by the Ministry; however, he'd not imagined it would be Robards to do it.
Dear Auror Robards,
There's nothing wrong with having a good think. If you want to discuss things further, I can meet you on Monday. Do you have a preference where?