Felix says she'll need more. At least a month, to find what she's searching for, because she'll have to be lucky the whole time. Felix says that this little tea shop right around the corner at the top of the kill has a Floo fireplace, and that she can Floo directly to Morocco - 

- Felix is full of ideas.

It's a pleasant way to sacrifice oneself for the good of the galaxy.

She goes to Morocco. She looks grey to the right person at the right time and gets a tip for her trouble and puts Karen's cloak back on and changes the money and puts down a deposit on more Felix to be purchased in thirty days with a potion seller in Macedonia. She finds a potioneer in Moscow who has reasonable expectations about people already on Felix coming after her for more and doesn't leave it unattended; this person she doesn't confront about that directly, but takes her hood down to tell her that her Squib daughter's been arrested, and the protections aren't against Amentans who can reasonably have arrested her Squib daughter so she doesn't think of it and rushes out in her slippers and Pelape can take her key and pour more of that useful acid on this portrait guard and ignore it screaming theatrically and it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, planets, this one for Cene but even one for Cene will relieve so much pressure. She'll do it again in a month. She takes all the Felix from the Russian and she sends Amlas the address and an invoice to pay. So that there will be more waiting when she comes back. He's busy and won't see it till later, and wouldn't stop her anyway, would he? She should have done this ages ago.

She puts the hood back up and Floos again, leftover powder in her pocket. She tumbles out, clumsy but lucky, and comes out of the wizard section of Philadelphia, and gets on a bus to the shuttleport. A pilot's been quarantined and they've got an advertisement out to make the run of Earth art objects to Amenta to be distributed to museums. Her license is good. She doesn't have to engage in any particular subterfuge to get onto the deck of the little two-person ship. Felix tells her when to take off so she can leave her copilot behind.

Karen's cloak pockets clink softly as Pelape shifts position in the pilot's chair and takes off toward the stars.

Aitim comes to talk to Miranda. "Hey. What happened?"

"One of the blues we were meeting with was cursed or charmed or something, I didn't get a good diagnosis, and Sinkali called me for help when he was noticed acting strangely, and whoever'd enchanted him showed up and we dueled a little but I'm handicapped at dueling, so he managed to blow up the conference table and stun most of the people in the room except the ones who were in the closet. He ran off instead of attacking more from there, I don't know why, he didn't say anything, and I went in and Nanha was injured and I was going to fix her leg, but one of the closet ones tackled me and took my wands and security didn't let me explain. They're not broken, are they? One of them is likely irreplaceable -"

"The wands are intact. They managed not to get any video of the other fellow, do you have a description -"

"Black curly hair, maybe an inch shorter than Timothy... Might have been Polish? Robes didn't look expensive. Wand was cherry."

"Okay. Do you think he was trying to kill anyone when he blew up the table, or would we be looking at something different if he had been -"

"I think he just wanted it out of the way, I didn't see anything too lethal, but guessing from colors is imperfect. He had good enough aim to hit with stunners, though, so if he'd wanted anyone dead they probably would be."

"All right. We're keeping Kan and my family for the time being, - they're less safe, I know that, but it isn't tenable to send them off again with this much confusion. I can get you released, though. Can someone look into who that was and what they wanted on your end -"

"Unless you want us to go to the authorities I don't know that we'll turn up much but I can ask."

"Do you think going to the authorities is a good idea?"

"Not really enough information. I'd ask Timothy but he's off cleaning up after inadequate improv..."

"Yup. We need two of him." Tired half-expression. "Can the house-elves do subtlety or not so much."

"Uh, they can be unobtrusive, but it depends on what you have in mind."

"I'd like to have someone around who can fish my family out of trouble if they get into it again, but at this point it looks quite bad if there's more wizardly meddling."

"They're not suited to being bodyguards but I can ask them what they could do in that vein. If they're following Kan and not you, though, might want to ask Fredrick's family elves, ours having inherited weird antagonisms. They've been professional about waiting on Kan et al while they've been visiting but I don't know how far it'd go if we wanted them to act in that capacity outside the physical household."

"And 'he's my husband' doesn't help because they find that whole thing very upsetting?"

"I could be mischaracterizing them, they're very opaque to me and we can't ask Timothy, but I'd expect them to be all, 'begging your pardon, but we is family elves, and this is not our family, and not guests of our family, so we is not understanding, perhaps this is work for wizards'."

"Mmhmm. All right, let me get you sent home - and my apologies, incidentally - and I'll talk with Fredrick about that."

"Apology accepted. Nanha's leg's going to be all right without magic? I didn't get the spells off before I was tackled."

"I'm sure she'd have had a much pleasanter recovery if they'd left you to it but she will be all right. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Kefin is worried about where Pelape went. Anyone know where Pelape went.

"After she tried the Veritaserum I think she must have caught a bus or something, while I was busy with the weasels. I don't think we can ship the version that makes them attempt cannibalism."

"Yes, that won't be easy to market. What bus? Where does it drop her off?"