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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie  Marina registered the sudden shock on Dee's face, and realized that the woman had really not been aware, of the damage to her hand. The Division Head could not help but feel sorry -- splinching is never a nice experience, even if you realize it has happened, quite a while after the event actually has. "It's okay," she said gently.
No need to apologize, yep. A messy situation could make just about any one cranky, nothing to worry about, there.
"It's okay, you're here, now." She gave Dee a kind smile, before giving Mr. Trumbull a polite nod -- her way to show that she had registered his words. "We'll have everything sorted out, in no time. In the meanwhile, you can give me any other information, that you think might help us in assisting you. Can you describe the muggle who chased you?"
Hopefully, a healer would take care of Dee's hand, as quickly as possible - the whole situation had grown so much on Marina, by now, that she had forgotten Dee was just an animated dummy.
Was that a good thing?
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“You’re terribly kind, especially after I was so mean to you,” Dee said, softly. She paused a moment, looking around the room, before her face registered some surprise.
“Him. The muggle who chased me looked just. like. him.” She raised her uninjured hand and pointed.
Directly a Mr. Trumbull.
Christian approached, smirking at the memory he'd given the dummy for this situation. "That's quite enough out of you, Dee," he said as he tapped her on the head with his wand, her fingers regrowing and the dummy off to the next employee.
"Excellently done. Now, I am the healer and obliviator teams that you sent for. What would you tell me?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Zellanna
"I do try, miss." He offered her an arm to lead her back to Trumbull. "Forgive me, I have yet to introduce myself. I am..." Who are you? Though he showed no hesitation, his mind spun for a moment. For some reason, he could only answer: "Armand Erikson." Oh? Shut up. "May I have your name?" Of course he knew... but what actually victim would he be told the name before he 'accidentally' stumbled across her?
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“It’s Dee, Mr. Erikson. Dee Zaster.”
She followed him back to Trumbull, her arm laced through his. She squeezed his arm gently, using him for support.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I know I’ve said it a lot. But thanks.”
"It seems she likes you," Christian said, looking up as they approached. Tapping Dee on the head, he sent her back, ear regrown.
"Excellently done. Excellent with the bandages."
Christian looked down at his clipboard. "Where were you bringing her?" Quote:
Originally Posted by rubindo Once Benjamin, had the story, he realized he couldn't talk to the dummy anymore because the round host reset her. Benjamin stood up strait and fixed his suit and tie. "Thank you, sir." he said with a smile.
"Well, if you gave me another minute I would have been able to tell you the exact location of where the scene took place, but since we don't know, we'll have to send this case to obliviators (I'm not really sure what department they're in), Ministry security to find out how exactly she could possibly apparate to the ministry, and the MLE to figure out where the incident took place and to find the duelers."
"Hm..." Benjamin said trying to get a good story. "How bout after we bring her back to the park, we pretend they, the kids, were playing baseball or kickball or something and Dee here was the referee. But then some older bullies set off fireworks and Dee shooed them away and the kids were happy again. Cheezy, but it would work." Ben felt proud of how he did in this challenge. "Wonderful!" Christian tucked the board under his arm with a smile, digging through his bag for a bulky envelope.
"Some of the scenarios don't have exact locations built in, since sometimes the injured won't remember exactly. You got what you could," he said kindly as he rummaged.
"Ah. Here it is. Good job, and excellent memory suggestion!"
Handing over the envelope, and clapping the man on the shoulder, Christian turned back to his clipboard at the others in the room. (ooc: PM on the way)
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