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Post by Mordecai Caulfield on May 26, 2011 1:34:42 GMT -5
Mordecai Caulfield pulled the pencil from his ear as he stepped out of the Ministry's lift and into the Department of Mysteries, the lowest floor. He bit the end of it, reading the papers in his hands as he moved. He stopped, looking up at the busy halls of Mysteries. The halls were buzzing with witches and wizards moving about their days, but the halls still stayed mostly quiet. This was a research department; they were here to explore the oddities of the Wizarding World and learn about them, passing the knowledge on to the greater population. Though Mort's department and the others brought in the evidence, Mysteries is what made sense of them.
Right now, the biggest mystery to Mort was where the hell Arianna Blackthorn's office was.
Mort moved around his old department, his head up as he searched for the woman's office. For Merlin's sake, he didn't even know what this woman looked like. She was Curse's wife, but the two men had fallen out of contact since Curse left the Ministry, and he hadn't heard from him in a while until his patronus earlier that day. He had been told by Curse that this was of the utmost importance, so here he was. He had already talked to Echo. Lovely woman. He really hoped he could do something for her.
"Ah! Finally," Mort muttered to himself, turning into a remote corner of the research division. He knocked on the door, arching a questionable brow as he leaned in toward the door. "Hello?" He asked, trying the knob. It came open and he opened the door.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 26, 2011 19:30:14 GMT -5
The small cave, that was her office was a mess. Alright, that was an understatement. It looked like a heard of miniature Unicorns had raced around inside. Papers were everywhere. Reports were stacked haphazardiously on every available surface. What was supposed to be a desk looked more like a parchment recycle bin. Several large tombs had been spread out on the floor, taking up nearly the entire room. Half hidden by her desk, Arianna sat on the floor in a split like position, pouring over a large, dusty manuscript. As soon as she had returned from the encounter in the Three Broomsticks she had rushed down to the research room to grab these tombs. There had to be something in here to help their case. Her usually neat papers were scattered because she had been searching for a translation that had talked about something very similar to Echo's bite a thousand or so years ago.
Her tired but focus brain was slow in registering a knock on her door. Then suddenly a draft was rustling the papers and a older man was in her doorway. Arianna glanced up keeping one finger on the rune she had been reading.
"Pardon the mess, it normally doesn't look like this but I am in a hurry and the storm of learning has swept me along. Can I help you?"
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Post by Mordecai Caulfield on May 27, 2011 1:31:06 GMT -5
"Pardon the mess, it normally doesn't look like this but I am in a hurry and the storm of learning has swept me along. Can I help you?"
Mort cocked a brow at the woman. It looked like the office had imploded on itself, papers and books scattered and stacked everywhere. He could see why Curse liked her: they had a lot in common. "Mrs. Kameren? I'm Mort, your husband sent me to help you with the arrest made earlier today. I have the transfer papers." He crossed the office warily, keeping an eye on the floor to make sure he didn't step on anything. He placed the papers in front of her, waiting for her to check them over. "She's been told about the transfer, she's safe in the cells for now. I saw her before coming here." He glanced up at her, nodding reassuringly to let her know Echo was safe. He wasn't sure for how long, though, so they'd better move.
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Post by Eoin Tynan on May 27, 2011 1:42:05 GMT -5
Eoin Tynan had returned from vacation that morning to find his office in uproar. If someone had released a baby chimaera into the cubicles it wouldn't be much of a difference. Minus the fire, of course. Three arrests made by the law dept of dark wizards torturing muggles, several cases on the odd appearance of new demons, and one in particular that had Daksmer and his team oddly confident, as they were in the Auror offices filling out reports.
It was Daksmer's puffed-up report of seizing a powerful dark witch demon thing that made Eoin's inner sense of right and wrong go haywire. Something was wrong with this. The entire scenario set Eoin's teeth on edge. He should've signed off on this.
There was one witness who had taken part that Eoin could trust more than the skewed mind of Daksmer.
"Miss Blackthorn," the fair-haired man knocked on Arianna's open door and stepped in. "Ah, Caulfield, good to see you too. Right, can either of you straighten this out for me, Miss Blackthorn, you were present at the scene. I've heard things from an innocent woman being tortured and beaten by Daksmer and five Death Eaters, to a demonic dark witch terrorizing half of Hogsmeade, sending five enforcers to Mungos. And something about a rabbit. I have no clue what to believe. And until the reports get straightened out, I need you to give me your report."
Tynan leaned against the doorjamb and smiled pleasantly. "Of course, I'm not your department head, but you are a witness, so I have jurisdiction to ask you, if you don't mind."
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