Descent
Harry demanded, brows furrowed, "What is that, some sort of coded message?"
“Yup…”
“Wait, is that Morse?” Alastor asked, squinting at Sean's message.
-. . . -.. / .. -. - . .-.. .-.-.- / .- ... .- .--.
“You know Morse?”
Alastor nodded, looking distracted as he took in the message, brows furrowing, “Yeah. My twin and I used to talk Morse when we were kids–you know, just for the heck of it.”