Harry shifted in his seat, getting comfortable as he figured out where to start. While it was one of the files in his lap, Harry hadn’t found it to be particularly relevant in any other way that it being the chronological predecessor to the work carried out at Towthorpe.<br/>Accepting that there wasn’t any point in beating around the bush, Harry decided to just start speaking, no matter how uncomfortable the subject matter might be for the both of them.<br/>"We’ve had some complains of some teenagers impersonating Death Eaters and harassing half-blood families," Harry stated, voice plain "A few months ago they attempted to cast a<span style="font-style: italic">Morsmordre </span>in a mixed Muggle neighbourhood, so it alerted at the Ministry. They were arrested, but not before they attempted to duel their way out of the area."<br/>By now, it wasn’t often that Harry encountered live resistance at work. Whoever had associations to Voldemort had either been arrested or their involvement had been so thin to begin with that they weren’t charged to begin with, and as expectedly mulled out into quiet shame. For the last few years, Harry had mostly worked with inanimate remains of the war.<br/>This had knocked the wind out of him, having been genuinely appalled and struck by the notion of neo-Death Eaters.<br/>"Nobody was hit, obviously."<br/>Harry attempted to reengaged himself with that disclaimer, gathering his thoughts. He straightened his posture slightly.<br/>"They’re teenagers," he repeated as if that was enough explanation, dismissively and deaf to his own duelling experience when he was their age. "One of them confessed to all of it immediately, and we had to go clear out a shed they’d been working in."