Memoirs of Prime Minister

 Well, now that we've been granted permission [Could you be more of a prat, Charles? Good riddance.] to be very angry indeed, could someone take this... thing off of me. [He squeezes the doll in distaste.] It's really awful. 

No offense intended, Marquis. [He sort of haphazardly tosses it to one side.] Feel free to pick it up, if you like. I certainly don't want it. [Not that he can take his eyes off it.]

 [Francis looks perfectly normal, honestly. He's isn't that long after graduation and he likes to take care of himself. And he never loses that cheeky, devil may care attitude of his.]

Mixed bag, this flood. At any rate, unfortunately, the good Marquis isn't the only one missing something. My item seems to have totted off as well. It looks like my badge of office, so you'll recognise it if you see it. If anyone finds it, once you've sampled the warden areas all by your lonesome, would it be terribly inconvenient if I might have it back? Preferably before someone knifes my dear Scorpius in the back? [He gives the camera a look. That's exactly what's going to wind up happening and you lot know it.] 

Iris seemed to have spotted some temporal messing up, so I suppose I'll treat this much like the communication glitches: anybody out there I used to know?