Ella laughed, "If you need any help with that, we all know I have no qualms in disposing of incompetency," she winked. It was no secret that she excelled in physical attacks. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed working with Millicent Bulstrode. "Just mastered my animagus form, too. More targets are never a bad thing."
She quirked a brow at the information and stored it away. Interesting. Not exactly what she would have deemed a hiding place for three adults. She'd discuss it with Terrence when she got home. "Did you say a small boat house in a fishing village in the Okneys? Interesting." That is exactly what you said. You remember absolutely nothing of Buxton. The hideout is in the Okneys. You'll tell the Minister the news on Monday morning. You'll tell him you didn't crack it until Monday. "And definitely. The same old mundane jobs are getting boring. I'm starting to get antsy."
Had she known about the threats the Minister had made toward Parkinson, she still wouldn't have cared. What would she care about one person--who was not Terrence or Alek--in the grand scheme of things so long as she got what she needed to have a little bit of fun?