Doyle stepped into the office and nodded to the occupants. "It seems the Minister needs to see me so we'd best make this quick," he said as he started cleaning his glasses.

"Alright, let's get started. Jason, Dan, take notes, if you could," she added. "First things first; do you remember anything that happened in your office at the school, or how you came to be in the Ministry here?" she asked. She figured he wouldn't remember a thing, but if he did, they were one step closer to finding a counter-charm.

He ignored the woman in the doorway and looked to the witch she was talking to, the one speaking to him. "It was an office at Hogwarts and I do not remember anything between being at my desk in the Ministry and suddenly appearing behind a desk at Hogwarts. I do remember everything after that."

Cassandra, who'd followed Branxton in the office, recoiled bihind him as she saw the Headmistress's head pop in. Don't let her see me, don't let her see me... she kept thinking with her eyes closed. After all Cassandra was a small girl, she just needed not to move.

Why didn't she go to her first... this would have all blown over... it was an accident... why did she have to try to fix it on her own! She was going to lose her prefect status and she'd worked so hard to get that. She was ready to cry.

An Interdepartmental memo soars in and lands on Madeline's desk:

Thomas walked past the Head's Office and looked in. "What kind of party are you people having in here?" he asked jokingly looking at all the people in the office. "Oh well, I brought everyone coffee. Thought you might all be thirsty," he said passing out coffee to everyone in the room.

Little girl? she thought, He better not be talking about me!

Well, so much for hiding from Rae! Great...

She sighed coming out from behind Doyle. "Afternoon Headmistress," she said in greeting to the woman at the door. She turned to Miss Grau and gave her a please-don't-let-her-kill-me look. After all she (Trel) had been the cause of Doyle forgetting his love for the Headmistress and their daughters.

"We were in his office, and he was helping me perfect my memory charm. I was practicing my wand movement first, then when he asked me to voice the incantation... I guess... out of habit from having done it over and over, I just... well... then he asked me why I was at the ministry and... and..." Cassandra's breathing just became more labored and she started hiccupping trying to get the words out... but for some reason, she just couldn't...

What if they couldn't put him back. What if they couldn't fix him... this was all her fault! Stupid memory charm! Stupid wanting to better her skills... and now... look at the mess she put herself in.

"Wife?" Doyle turned in the direction of the voice who had introduced the witch as the headmistress of Hogwarts. Then, the student was speaking again and his head was spun again. "My office? Working on a memory charm? This is all highly irregular."

He turned to the department head and started cleaning his glasses furiously. "Something must be done, immediately."

Cassandra looked at the headmistress' hand. "It isn't my fault?" Was... was this true? It was her wand after all... her spell...

Cassandra jumped. She'd never seem Branxton so... uncool... She wanted to cling to the headmistress, but she felt so very guilty. She looked up to Rae, her eyed filled with tears, "They will fix him, right? I... I didn't... break him? Did I?"

Cassandra looked up to the headmistress and nodded... but as she turned to leave she looked back at Branxton. "One moment Headmistress." She said to the woman beside her. She took a step forward. Not so close that Branxton could reach out to grab her, but close enough. "I... I'm really sorry professor..." she said to him. She then bit her lip and, turning back towards the open door, walked out.

Professor... Merlin's beard but, that was most odd. He reached out and picked up the object the headmistress had left on the desk. It was a locket and when it popped open he was staring down at himself, the headmistress, and two young girls. That was just completely absurd.

"You take it he remembers the incantations?" Doyle asked with surprise. "I apologize for being rude but, if all this is true, I would much rather have someone with more experience dealing with this issue. He could permanently damage my memories and that is only best case scenario. I could completely lose myself if he fails." No, for this he would even go to Cooper if he needed to in order to get someone fully qualified, though Cooper might purposely botch the memory recovery..... Doyle took out his handkerchief and began cleaning his glasses.