The war was over, but the paperwork never was. Damian had been on level two to take care of some business that linked the MLE with Mysteries Death Chamber. It was somber work, but someone had to do it. His hand was cramping up from holding a quill when he got the message from Conley's patronus, and he was more than grateful to be interrupted.
His bloodhound patronus preceding him, Damian arrived with his simple cane helping him navigate the stairs. "I came..as fast as I could.." The silvery hound was an extension of his masters curiosity, approaching Conley, sniffing at the air around him.
"Damian Pendragon. Mysteries. Death Chamber." The unspeakable's presence did not bode well for the missing witch. "What's the situation?"
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