Raymond shook his head. "Oh yes, the rocking horse... I wasn't a part of the team to deal with it personally... I was the... aftermath team." He leaned back. "You know that a spell can latch on to an object, whether it be charms and jinxes.... That rocking horse was a true work of dark art. Poor muggle family bought it for their first born. As soon as the young girl sat on it they heard strange noises from the baby monitors-- you are muggle born, so i assume you know your devices." He said, not sounding rude or aggressive. "The baby refused to eat, and barely made reactions. A small unit was dispatched to take care of it... put up a nasty fight, and took out two men. It had a lot of protective marks on it to make sure it did its job well. I made a couple visits a week to make sure those things weren't lingering on any of the other objects in the house." After his story he looked at her, his piercing blue eyes glancing in to her's. "We deal with a lot more than people outside the D.A.D. think... and now you're a part of the team!" Raymond smiled brightly.