Stairs were quick work for a patronus and soon the silvery airy form of an opossum scaled several obstacles and hung upside down in the doorframe of the office. The voice of the Minister, strained but strong, erupted out of the spirit guardian’s open mouth.

“Citizens...supporters and members of the Neo-Alliance...and supporters and members of the Order of the Phoenix alike...please...I implore you, lay down your wands. Lucien Rosier, leader of the Neo-Alliance, has fallen. This battle of divergent ideals and ideologies must cease. The path forward for the Neo-Alliance is at its end … though not without hope for clemency upon negotiation. This war is over. Rise to a higher dignity...and lay down your wands … so that no more of our people must die...so that we may restore peace…”

The opossum began to climb down but dissipated into thin air before reaching the ground.