"Delyth Dominique.." He spoke softly towards where the woman once stood. "I promise we'll find what happened to you." A hand reaching out towards the ghost of her memory while the last of the golden mist faded away.
While the others were concerned about the witches' comings and goings, Damian was seeing red. "The blood." Turning his head to look to the other wizards, he repeated. "The blood. Why is there blood when it'd be easier to subdue and abduct someone with a wand?" Killing curses seemed so tame compared to other ends that could befall a witch or wizard in the dark. A sigh escaped his lips, hoping this case would be out of his jurisdiction, that they'd find her alive in the ministry. Somewhere in his rapidly beating heart he knew that wasn't likely.
"What do you think, gentlemen?" His mind was a jumble of questions, hoping someone would unravel it, and find a thread worth following.
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