Chapter 343: Orion: That's It?
Orion sat behind the desk, a cup of tea steaming at his elbow, correspondence pushed aside to clear a space.
Regulus came in and sat across from him.
Orion watched him, a faint curve at the corner of his mouth, something expectant in his gaze.
"Cornwall," he said, lifting his tea, taking a sip, setting it down. "How'd it go?"
The tone was casual, tossed off, but Regulus knew better. Orion already had pieces.
Agnes was a family retainer of twenty-plus years. Anything that happened on the grounds got reported to the Head of House. That was standard.
She hadn't witnessed the Disintegration Curse being cast. But she knew that the small granite island eight kilometers to the west, Snell Rock, the one that had been marked on Cornwall sea charts for centuries, was gone.
Orion had received the report, but the picture he could piece together was limited.
The Whomping Willow had barely been in Cornwall a few days before the boy had used it to produce magic capable of sinking an island.