¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
James still couldn't figure out why they had moved to this room and how some people became friends so quickly. He was just getting used to this place while some of his mates looked to have moved on to the getting to know each other more part. Their adaptability amazed him. He was about to join their conversation when Vasquez started talking on the case. Oooo. This looked interesting. He listened as he wrote down the names--he'd remember the events perfectly but he failed at names, usually because he paid no attention to the people. Poisoned? This would suggest the killer was a woman, mainly because women liked romantic deaths. Though that blood might disgust her. He left that thought for a moment and checked the picture. Surely it was such an expensive necklace that would attract not only women but also men. He wrote down the new names and thought about any questions. There wasn't. Maybe he was the fool one that couldn't think of anything else. He only had one... and he wasn't sure if it had been mentioned in the briefing. He guessed not. He almost raised his hand when he noticed he wasn't in a class. Riiight. "Are there any other relationships between... the two men besides way of dying?" Shoot, he'd already forgotten the names. He should study them this evening, right before going to bed. Sleeping on the studying always worked.
Oh, c'mon now. And he had thought they were better than this, the agents here. He suddenly felt he wasn't the fool here. Of course he could be wrong, but he had a good feeling that he was right. He peeked at Vasquez to see if it was OK to answer in place of her. Though everyone voiced their ideas on it... so his idea wouldn't matter, would it? Naaah. He decided to speak. "Guys, guys..." he said as if trying to point out something very simple. "This is magic." Duh. Of course it could kill just like that. "Doesn't avada kedavra--" or whatever the incantation was, another thing he could never get right, "--has the same effect to kill in less than a moment? Why wouldn't a potion too?" As he talked, a theory started to form in his head. He glanced over at Vasquez again before going on. "Maybe it was a poison that could directly pass to the blood from the skin? It's the easiest way to infect a person and even Muggles can produce such poison." He had once watched such a film. The killer had poisoned 100$ banknotes and set them free in an airport to kill hundreds of people. *Shudder* "And about the blood... it is common knowledge that when the blood from the brain can't come out from the nose, it drips to the mouth. Same applies to nose injuries, why do you think you never lie down when your nose bleeds? Because it directly goes to your mouth." Seriously. They should know these basic details. Or of course he could be awfully wrong, but if the case was in the way they saw, surely the Senior Agents would have mentioned, no? Oh and, one last thing. "Of course the killer might have changed their positions to confuse us as well." |