Chapter 414 - A.P.D. (2/2)

Timothy and his partner soon appear at an exit floo, before Smythe side-apparated them to the first village to check on. They both cast a glamor over their uniform to ensure that the muggle villagers of the village would pay them no mind. They easily ignored the villagers and made their way to the edge of the village, where several wizarding families lived at.

Timothy and Smythe had not gone far, when they turned the lane to spot the first family. In the front courtyard, was a tired-looking mother holding a wailing baby, while a five and six-year-old cried out, ”Mum! Mum!”

Seeing the exhausted, overburdened witch, the two men hurried forward. While Smythe introduced them, Timothy bends down on his toes. ”Now, what's the matter here?” Timothy solemnly asked.

The five and six-year-old pointed at the tree and says, ”Mimi won't come down!”

”Mimi?” Timothy murmured and looked up to spot a furry massed face chittering happily as it approached a bird's nest filled with eggs, it was a ferret.

Timothy let out a groan as both children looked up expectantly up at him. Putting his best foot forward, he replies in resignation, ”Alright, I'll get her down.”

”Yay!” The two little children cried out as Timothy carefully began to climb the large maple tree.

Down below, Smythe rocks the baby giving the poor mother room to breathe. The mother says, ”Thank you, gentlemen, I greatly appreciate the work you are doing.”

”It's our duty, Ma'am,” Smythe confidently replied.

”I must say,” the witch admitted. ”I wasn't too sure when the Ministry announced the start of the A.P.D., but it looks like you'll be much more helpful than I thought.”

Smythe makes a wry face as the witch glanced at her children. ”It's also a blessing to know that these two little ones will be going to school come the end of August. I never thought there would come a day, where I would need some room to breathe. But lo and behold, my prayers were answered.”

Smythe chuckled and murmurs, ”No doubt, countless witches across the country are thinking the same thing, Ma'am.”

Before their conversation can continue, the loud screech of birds and swearing caused them to glance up. Poor Timothy swatted at the birds in vain as he held a squirming ferret in one hand in vain. Unable to defend, Timothy leaped out of the tree and fell onto the ground with a pained oof.

Smythe quickly hands the babe back to the mother as the witch says, ”Oh my.”

The ferret who was safe and sound happily scurries back to the children, who say, ”Mimi!” Before happily running back inside without even a thank you.

”Thank you,” the witch hurriedly said. ”But I really must get back inside. There's no telling what those two will get up to with that mischievous ferret!” As if in reply, the sound of something breaking can be heard causing the mother to pick up her skirts in one hand and rush inside.

”Did that hurt as bad as it looked?” Smythe asked as he held out his hand to his breathless partner on the ground.

”Are we done yet?” Timothy whimpered as he gratefully accepted Smythe's offer and climbed back up to his feet.

”Nope, we just started,” Smythe said with great cheer causing Timothy to groan. Their patrol had just begun, and it was far from over!