[Waver gives Crookshanks a polite nod before he settles down into one of the kitchen chairs. It's quite comfortable, and as always, he has to note how the brand of magic Harry and Hermione use seems like a shortcut for almost everything. Practical, practical, practical, not the academic magecraft of home.]

I'm so sorry that you had an encounter with it. I've only heard reports out of Caer Glaem, Cothromach, and the Station, but everything's been--

[He lets the silence fill in the rest.]