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Post by Curse Kameren on Nov 21, 2010 23:24:39 GMT -5
The halls of the Ministry were a familiar sight to Curse Kameren. He walked the halls knowingly, still with the authority he possessed as an auror. He was no longer a part of the Ministry, true, but he sill had power there. His name was enough to get by on; mentally ill or not, the ex-auror was still 'Big Bad Curse Kameren'. And to get the clearance he needed, he would have to continue to carry himself that way.
The Ministry's newly repaired lift stopped on the eighth floor of the building, the tall, lank auror stepping out with a group of others who worked there. He looked around the halls, trying to direct himself to where he needed to go. "Head researcher's office... where is that again..." He mumbled curiously to himself as he went in a direction that felt familiar.
"Ah, here we are," the Potions Master smiled crookedly to himself as he stumbled upon the correct hallway. His emerald eyes scanned each door, looking for a name. Curse wasn't looking for a mystery, after all: he was looking for a woman. A very special woman, one that he had only met a few times. He stopped in front of the door that held her name. Amara Deocaris
Curse held up his hand to knock, but stopped in mid-knock when he heard footsteps come up behind him.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Nov 22, 2010 21:20:02 GMT -5
"Oh my Merlin... Mr. Kameren! Mr. Kameren! Do you remember me?!" asked an overly loud, bubbly, energetic voice. By strength of its tone alone, it brightened up the entire hallway of that part of the Mysteries -- though strangely enough, no heads poked out of the offices. Quite as if they were used to it.
Yvonne Oronofsky bounded up to the former auror, her long curling blonde hair sparkling in the dimly lit hallway. She was wearing the standard robes of an Unspeakable, but also brightened it up somehow with a glaring red and bright purple scarf and a huge red plastic fish that she had somehow turned into a barrette. The whole ensemble was... laughable in the extreme. How Amara Deocaris had been paired up with her polar opposite was something only explainable by fate. Or by her superiors with the questionable sense of humor.
"Are you looking for Ms. Deocaris? Well, I think you were, weren't you, since you were going to knock at her door and that's her door right there." she said, pointing to the said door with a breadstick. "Oh, do you want some? Anyway."
She took hold of his arm, dragging him away from the door and into another corridor. "She's not there, she's researching something about this new batch that was sent recently from a discovery in Antarctica. I was supposed to get something from somewhere though... oh no! The notebook!" With a panicked look on her face, Yvonne left him at the open archway of a cavernous library.
It was deathly quiet inside, filled with seemingly endless copies of books. There was no musty feeling or old-ness in the library, as it was used often by the researchers and the Unspeakables working in the Department. As of that moment, however, there was no one else up and about. Just one tall skinny lady with her lollipop head ducked so far down into the book it looked as if her nose was practically touching it. Her hair was in a disarray, more like a hornet's nest atop her head from her many frantic hand-combs. She was partially hidden in the huge stacks of books all around her.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Nov 23, 2010 1:48:22 GMT -5
"Oh my Merlin... Mr. Kameren! Mr. Kameren! Do you remember me?!" The ex-auror turned around at the loud voice of Ms. Oronofsky clambering up to him. Though he had only met the Mysteries intern once, he admired her for her ability to keep her childish wonder even in such somber places. And, today, for her bright fashion sense. "Are you looking for Ms. Deocaris? Well, I think you were, weren't you, since you were going to knock at her door and that's her door right there." Curse smirked, eying the woman's breadstick with an arched brow. "Oh, do you want some? Anyway."
"No, Thanks--" Curse could barely get a word in before Yvonne was off again, chattering happily as she lead him by the arm towards the library. Yvonne reminded him so much of Max; he was sure the two could talk each other to death. He followed awkwardly behind Ms. Oronofsky, slumping his height in her grip.
"oh no! The notebook!" Yvonne started frantically, dropping his arm and hurrying back in the other direction with exaggerated motion. Curse chuckled slightly, turning away from the animated young woman towards the silent, still tomes of the Mysteries Library.
There could be no greater contrast from Yvonne than the library. Curse wandered its silent gray shelves, his emerald eyes scanning quietly not for a book, but for Amara. The library was still as the grave; for a moment, Curse didn't think there was anyone else there. He would be able to hear something, wouldn't he?
The Potions Master paused as he passed an aisle as he saw a body hunched over a table on the opposite end. There were piles of books all around her, stacked in various heights of many thick volumes. The woman reading them seemed small in comparison to the books; she was thin, frazzled from the mental work she was processing. Curse smirked; he had been in that position more than once in his life, though with Law Enforcement files instead of research books.
"Umm..." Curse hesitated under his breath, unsure how to lightly disturb the woman without startling her. He laid a scarred hand lightly on her shoulder, saying softly as he did: "Ms. Deocaris?" His emerald eyes fell on the face of the Ministry worker, and he smiled warmly; the sight of a familiar face was always a good thing for Curse, and he enjoyed Amara's company when he was around her. "It's me, Curse Kameren. Could I take a moment of your time? Only if you're not too busy..." His emerald eyes glanced around at the books before meeting her deep brown eyes.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Dec 2, 2010 22:59:29 GMT -5
Amara turned to the next page, her action being the only sound that could be heard in the cavernous room. She was quite possible the only person there, as she had sent Yvonne off on an errand since the girl was frankly irritating and disturbing the highly delicate work.
She had endured the young girl's bright rattle of random words without listening to it for about half an hour before she gave up. Yvonne Oronofsky could send a sane person to Azkaban, she was just that annoying. She and a few other young people were part of the new recruits to the Department, and Amara was one of those who were frankly scratching their heads at the addition. Bright and funny weren't part of the job description for Unspeakable, at least till the last time she had seen it.
Well, times were changing, that was for sure.
The notebook she had sent Yvonne to find will take her awhile, as it was hidden beneath a mountain of files -- it had actually been a stroke of genius for Amara to think of it, a busy job for a busy beehive mind.
Currently, the Head Researcher was almost being buried by the amount of books in her table, which suited her just fine. Amara had lost track of time, a normal occurence, and a little grumble of her stomach reminded her that it may have been quite a while since she last ate.
'Just a little bit more, I just have to find out what this means...' thought the Unspeakable, carefully turning a page of a yellowing journal which described the scepter that had been turned over to their department recently, the Rose of Illiad.
"Ms. Deocaris?"
The soft voice and hand on her shoulder was still startling, and with a gasp Mara whipped her head around. "Ow. Oh! Mr. Kameren!"
Her eyes wide, she jumped up from her chair scattering a few pieces of parchment around. And possibly a few quills, though she wouldn't have noticed anyway.
"I-uhm...actually, not really." Mara glanced at the journal and the scepter. It wasn't actually a priority project -- precious little was priority at this time, since most of the Department's attention was focused on the recovery of the stolen objects almost a year prior.
That was the moment her stomach chose to growl. Really really loudly.
Amara winced.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 5, 2010 16:08:48 GMT -5
Curse couldn't help but chuckle lightly as his attempts at not startling the woman failed and Amara jumped at his touch. Curse was frequently a victim of the same problem, usually being startled from potions work by Max. It was a fresh change to see someone else be startled in the same way. "Ow. Oh! Mr. Kameren!"
The Potions Master smiled warmly, bending down to pick up some of the scattered papers and quills Amara's sudden movement caused. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you." His eyes met hers for a moment as he put the papers back on the table. "Must have been an interesting subject, if you were so into it." He smiled crookedly; Curse knew better than to actually ask about the subject. This was Mysteries, after all. "Could I take a moment of your time? Only if you're not too busy..."
"I-uhm...actually, not really--"
Grrrrrggrgmmbl...
Curse cocked an amused brow at the Unspeakable as he stomach growled loud enough to create a silence between then. He laughed, his emerald eyes glancing around to make sure no one was near; he didn't want to get Ms. Deocaris in trouble. The ex-auror grabbed Amara's hands, winking wryly at her before quickly turning on his heel.
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CRACK.
And then the two were in Hogsmeade. Curse smiled at Amara before letting her hands go. "I remember life at the Ministry; you work so hard all the time you forget about everything else. You don't sleep, you don't eat..." His emerald eyes met Amara's brown gaze knowingly as he lead her in the direction of the Three Broomsticks. "So lets have lunch, my treat. If it helps you can tell the Ministry I kidnapped you." The tall, lean professor held the door open for Amara as they entered the Three Broomsticks, the only real lunch place in Hogsmeade. It probably would have been better to choose a different place, but Curse was so accustomed to apparating in and out of Hogsmeade it was just habit.
"'Lo Kris'apher!" The bartender grinned at Curse as his tall frame ducked in through the door, "Where's Maxy taday?"
"At his mum's for the week," Curse replied with a reflected grin back at the large ginger man in greeting. "I've brought a new friend, though. Mike, this is Amara. Amara, Mike"
"Pleasure ta meet ya, lassie!" Mike came around the bar and took Amara in a jovial hug, wrapping her in his massive arms before quickly putting her back down. "I'd imagine table fer two, then?"
"Yes, please," Curse nodded, leaning in towards Mike and speaking lowly, "and make sure its in a private corner of the pub. We have things to discuss." Mike nodded, leading the two to a small table in the back corner of the restaurant, under the stairs. He laid two menus down and went back to his own business.
"Sorry about Mike," Curse apologized, his gaunt visage turning slightly pink when he realized Amara might have been a little shaken by the overbearing bartender. "Don't think he realizes how rough he is sometimes..." His green eyes glanced up and met Amara's gaze before looking back down at the menu.
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