"Who?" Madeline asked, stopped abruptly in her quest to push the poor man out the door. "OH!" she exclaimed upon realizing that another one of her employees was in there. "Um, how may we help you?" she asked.

Poor Maddie. Still not in her right mind. Guess the potion didn't fully work--at least, not yet.

Lola walked into the room followed by two floating muggles, one a tied up young boy, the other an unconscious girl. A little girl trailed behind her, as well. Lola herself looked horrible, covered in mud, robes filthy, and shoeless. She could feel a few bruises from the beating the little ones had given her. She plopped down into an empty chair, waiting for some professional intervention. These muggle children needed to forget everything that happened, and she wanted to make sure there were plenty of people around in case they got out of hand. Lola moved the floating boy and girl in front of her so she could keep an eye on them, didn't want them getting shifted by a draft.

Emmett, who had mostly given up struggling, didn't allow himself to show any signs of trying to escape; but was still trying to gnaw through the huge rope that bound his mouth and prevented him from speaking. He hadn't made any huge progress; he was about a third of the way through, and time was running out. He glanced over at Nathan, who was speaking to someone he didn't recognize, and started shaking his head fervently. More muffled shouting ensued, but to no avail; so he set back gnawing at the horrid-flavoured rope that was gagging him. 'Obliviators' didn't sound good.

Annabelle, however, was starting to get a sense of how this game was played -- though she was only a toddler, when you lived in her household, you had to be sneaky about things... especially if you wanted to sneak 'em past mum in particular. When she saw the employee, she let out a wail and burst into mainly-fake but realistic tears. It was actually quite funny, to her, and she had to refrain greatly from letting out a cheerful giggle in place of her sobs.

Lola stood up and walked towards the man. "Lola Adams," she feebly extended her hand. The events of the day were starting to wear on the young woman. She turned around to make sure the little one was still present. She would hold her back, but her attempt at guiding her ended in a nasty bite mark. She pointed her wand at her injury on her left hand and calmly said, "Episkey." The broken skin healed itself, leaving only a little tried blood.

She leaned against one of the desks. "The elves, they kidnapped this lot. Must've stunned that one," she pointed at the floating unconscious girl. "And that one," she growled, indicating the struggling boy. "He's mental, thinks this is a game. Mad, I tell you." Nodding her head in the direction of the giggling toddler, she explained, "I placed a cheering charm on her, she's a handful. Her poor mum," she weakly chuckled.

Emmett glared. A bit violent!? They had to RESTRAIN me!? What am I, a wild animal? And for the last time... a GAME!? he thought, and began to try to say, but all that came out was more furious, muffled words. Perhaps if one really strained their ears they could catch 'Dungeon Master!', or 'NPCs!' but that was about it. He resumed chewing at the rope, more frantic than ever... he couldn't just leave his clan at home without a Dungeon Master!

Annabelle flopped down on the floor, still soaking wet and covered in mud from the beginning of the day. She rubbed at the long scratch on her chin she had gotten from the office-supply tornado the elves had started up in another level and sniffled. This day was not going as planned. When her brother started attempting to tell the office workers off, though, the toddler was struck with an idea. As quietly as she could, she clambered over to the hovering body of Emmett, climbing up on a chair to reach him. Glancing back at the staff now and then, she quickly began trying to break the ropes as best she could. It would take a while, but it was just crazy enough to work!

Nathan turned to look at Emmett as more muffled shouting emitted from him. The boy was glaring daggers at he and Lola - but this was to be expected given the circumstances.

It was a bloody good job he turned around when he did though, as he caught Annabelle, who had somehow managed to climb up on a chair when Nathan's back was turned, pulling at the ropes binding her brother. “Now, now, love.” he said walking up to her. He picked her up and held her to his chest no doubt for the lashing out to start again. “Leave your brother be. We'll have this mess all sorted out in a jiffy, and then you can all go home.” He told her gently. “There's nothing to worry about.” he said directing this comment to both the children.

Annabelle's clothes were soaking wet - the poor wee love. Nathan had been completely oblivious to this during the commotion on level four and the subsequent beating he received from the small child. He drew his wand, pointed it at her and used a drying charm. Muddy she may still be but at least she was dry. “Better?” he asked her. He took a good look at Emmett and frowned. The boy was actually attempting to gnaw his way through those thick ropes. He really was completely mental. Lola should have used a full body bind on him.

“Yeah... can we hurry this up please, mate?” he said to Ivan, not taking his eyes off Emmett and his manic chewing and scary glaring.

Lola shot an annoyed glance at Emmett. "You know, if you weren't such a pain you wouldn't be tied up," she said snarkily, watching him struggle. This was his own fault, why couldn't he be like a normal muggle and be terrified. No, she had to deal with a deluded, mad one. And the girl, well she couldn't be faulted for her reaction. She was behaving like a typical toddler, if not slightly more violent.

She walked over to the older girl, unconsciously hovering in front of her. "I bet you put up a fight," she said sadly, noting her state. She wanted to revive her, but sensed that she could be trouble, seeing the Ministry as the kidnappers. No, the Obliviators would need to act quickly once she was awake.
Lola wanted to stop Nathan from going near the girl but it was too late. Experience taught her that trying to help any of this lot was a mistake, because they would turn it against you anyway. Lola watched Emmett struggle against the ropes. She thought about using more magic against him, but in this office, untainted by the quasi-elf rebellion, it would probably be frowned upon. "Yeah, let's get this over with. I'd like to go home and change," she said impatiently, tapping her bare feet.

Annabelle pouted slightly, going completely limp in Nathan's hands. "Put me down." The cheering charm was starting to wear off a bit. Sighing deeply, as if this was her only option, she lazily leaned over and bit his wrist as hard as she humanly could. Honestly, the things one had to do these days!

She looked up at Nathan, glaring. Now she wasn't muddy -- but the dirt was caked onto her skin, clothes, and hair. And it itched now. She would have rather been soaked to the bone still.

Emmett glanced over at Nathan, seething. This was not the way it was supposed to go! First they were keeping the elves as slaves, and now capturing underage children!? A Dungeon Master, at that? What had the world come to? People had no respect these days. Honestly. He was only halfway through the rope binding his mouth... and there was no way he'd be able to gnaw through the other ropes as well before the NPCs would locate him. It was hopeless... but he wanted to say some final words, at the very least, before they did... whatever they were planning to do. So he kept chewing restlessly, glaring daggers every so often at Nathan and Lola.


Emmett mumbled something else, only partially muffled by the rope now. They were the ones who did damage first! he thought irritably, ceasing to struggle anymore. If they thought he had given up... they might lower arms... just when he was able to strike!

Annabelle smiled triumphantly and giggled a bit as she was put down -- er, dropped -- at last. Hah! Proving once more that there was always a solution! She walked back over to the seat where Emmett was hovering above and sat on the seat next to it, but made no noticable attempt to help her brother yet. All in good time, right? So she sat there, like a typical, innocent toddler, swinging her feet and looking from Nathan to Emmett, then back to Nathan.

Emmett, who had been completely focused on the ropes when Annabelle had escaped Nathan's grip and was now three-quarters of the way through, glanced around the room for any sign of a clock, as he couldn't see his. No such luck. His mother would kill him if they were out past curfew... they were only supposed to be out long enough to see the sights and get back to the hotel. But no. It was probably already past that time.

Glancing towards Nathan, who he saw was watching carefully, he turned his head as casually away from him as possible. He hurriedly pushed the remainder of the frayed rope out of his mouth to just above his chin, so his mouth was no longer blocked, and silently spat out the remaining bits of rope. Ick. Well, that much was solved... but the rest of him was still bound tighter than the preserved remains of an ancient pharaoh in an archaic Egyptian pyramid. But there was still hope! So, he tried pulling up into a sitting position -- facing away from Nathan -- and began gnawing at the next rope down. Perhaps if he was freed of this one as well, he could have his arms back. If they weren't already numb.

Which, knowing his luck, they probably were.

Tubby apparated into the room in a silent dark corner, as was the way of the house elf. She saw the children -- one tied up, the other sitting happily while the petrified one still, thankfully, was petrified. Nevertheless, the boy was a powerful wizard with magic rocks and he was an ally of Sparky's... she had to help him get back to the other elves and save the rebellion!

Quietly, Tubby snapped her fingers, causing the ropes to disappear off the boy into a small cloud of vapor and stopping the levitation spell that entrapped the children. She waggled her fingers at him in a friendly "hello" wave and then put her finger up to her lips to indicate they should not tell about her. She drew her round, elven self deeper into the shadows of the corner of the room, hoping to avoid notice by any of the wizards. Oooooh, Tubby is really getting in trouble now! Such mischiefs! She suppressed a giggle and pulled down on her ears happily... trouble or not, she had never had so much fun.