Ella smiled. We never spoke about Ronald Weasley or his whereabouts.. "Well, congratulations on your imminent promotion, whatever it is for," she offered cordially. "We should keep in touch about the werewolf hunt. You and me, Fletcher, I think we could get him." She stood and clasped a hand on his shoulder. "That was all I needed to talk to you about, but feel free to let me know when target practice is and I'll try my hand at a few tries," she grinned. "And go get yourself a drink, you look like you deserve it."
She easily withdrew from his mind and let her own thoughts settle back into place while the new ones she'd placed in his head settled in permanently. It was a handy talent she had, indeed. She was just glad she knew how to use it.