Mr. and Mrs. Dett

"Our daughter needs rest. Could you come back and lecture her some other time?"

An older woman's voice rang out from Amelia's hospital room. Hearing it, Amosta and Remus immediately stopped outside the door. Remus opened his mouth in astonishment, wondering if he had misheard. Perhaps the woman had called out "Amos" or "Amost."

Remus turned to look at the "genuine article" beside him, Amosta.

Amosta's disguised face did not show much surprise. It remained as calm and unreadable as ever, though his usually clear, penetrating eyes had deepened, their emotions impossible to discern.

"I wasn't lecturing Amelia, dear."

An equally elderly man replied.

"I may not fully understand what being an Auror entails, but I do know that your abilities must match your work. Amelia, if you were injured as soon as you started, that means your abilities are not yet enough to handle this job. Perhaps you need more time to mature. That is true for us as well as for magical wizards."

"Are those Amelia's parents?"

Remus caught on and raised his brows.

"Should we come back another time?"

Amosta remained silent, his gaze lowered to the floor, somewhat detached. After pondering for a moment, he shook his head.

"I think we should meet Amelia's parents, Remus. After all, she was injured because she was following us, wasn't she?"

That was somewhat unfair, since Amelia had been monitoring them at the Department of Security's request. Neither of them had actively dragged a witch who had only recently graduated into a dangerous affair.

Still, Remus nodded.

He could not say he particularly admired Amelia. After all, she was an official of the Ministry of Magic Congress. But at the very least, he did not dislike the young, kind-hearted girl, who was principled to the point of being a