"Let me give you one lesson," Angus said. "The most important thing to know about Michael is that he gets in any damned place he pleases, and I do mean anywhere."
"That's true," Robert laughed. "That's why I hired him. It helps to have a fellow like that on our side. And, yes. I think the suit is much better for him, Aria. I suppose if he need to go in very often, I'll just hire Marcus as a ministry consultant and give him a legitimate ID. Good luck, you two."
Robert brought back a bottle of a potion that was a strange teal color, and he gave Angus a dose of it. "This is a pain potion mixed with an anti-inflammatory potion. Take a dose at supper and one at bedtime with your sleep potion, and we'll see how you are in the morning. I'm going to go back and ask Michael to talk to Daniella and to go check the Unspeakable files. Call me if you need something." He gathered his things and apparated out.
"Ru, if you can do some casework, don't feel like you need to stay behind to bodyguard me. The soonest we solve this, the soonest we can get home. I'm not saying I don't enjoy time alone with you because I do, but this is a bit anticlimactic," Angus told her. He wrote a note to Hogwarts and sent it through the floo and included a copy of the photo. Then, as a second thought, he sent a message through to Edward, and asked if he thought it was worth their energies to check with the Italian ministry of magic. Edward immediately returned an enthusiastic reply saying he believed it absolutely was worth the energy and he also had connections with the Italian national police force. He was going to check them both. Simone said she had connections because of her years with Maurice, who had been a the British ambassador to the Spanish ministry of magic, that she could get them to check their records too. Angus agreed, believing it was worth asking. Angus was hoping that, if they needed, Marcus could ask the Bulgarian ministry of magic as well.
"I'm sure we'll be fine," Marcus told Aria waling with her. He happened to see just the very smallest wisp of white smoke curling up into the air towards the next floor up. He recognized the one tiny flourishing curl that the smoke had on the very tail. "Michael's here," he told Aria quietly. "If we can't get in for some reason, he can, but we'll give it a try."