Late at night, in the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, Mr Weasley sat in the middle of an office no bigger than a broom closet, hunched over his desk and rapidly writing something by the faint light of the desk lamp.
A knock suddenly sounded. Thinking it was a colleague from the Department of Disaster Control handling this case, Mr Weasley rose and pulled open the door to his tiny office cubicle.
"Good evening, Mr Weasley."
Mr Weasley looked down and only then noticed Roy and Aisling standing outside his office. Seeing Roy released from custody, he thought he had stayed up so late that he was hallucinating.
"Roy, how did you get out? Has Dumbledore returned from Luxembourg?"
Roy shook his head. That old bumblebee was never around whenever something happened. He pointed at Aisling beside him and explained the whole situation to Mr Weasley.
"Oh, so it was Snape."
Mr Weasley was not particularly surprised. After all, Snape was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Though he had the dark history of once serving as Voldemort's lackey, since Dumbledore had chosen to trust Snape, he was willing to trust him too.
After listening to Roy's explanation, Mr Weasley curiously looked at the exquisitely poised and lavishly dressed Aisling beside him.
The veteran actress Aisling immediately put on the manner of a very friendly and polite young lady from a wealthy family. She gave Mr Weasley a slight bow, then took the initiative to extend her hand and shake his.
"Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Miss Grindelhill. I've heard Fred and George, those two little bastards, mention you plenty of times at home. And my third son Percy—you must know him. He's praised you endlessly at home."
Mr Weasley happily shook