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Mid Level Corridors *click for live version* Ah, the smell of teen perspiration, wet dog and...is that a hint of pine? Long and wide, the mid level corridors are not as complicated as their lower level comrades but they certainly carry a unique odor. You can always tell which employees work here for they hardly seem to notice. On occasion you may find a nervous teenager standing in the hall wringing their fingers as they await to be called in for their apparition licensing examination. Also, it may be a good idea to keep a close eye on your ankles as some pests (be it creatures or plants) get a little irate when brought indoors or in close proximity to people and may just slip out of their confinements for a bit of a stroll. |
Open for anyone Sniff sniff. Was it just him or had the smells gotten worse? Probably him. It had been a couple of weeks or so since he’d specifically come this way himself so maybe his nose was playing tricks on him in his absence. It certainly marked the corridors as where they were…right smack in the middle of either creatures or environment, the former where he was currently as he walked his rounds. Mother nature and animals, each with wild scents of their own in a cacophony when coming to meet. Good thing he wasn’t allergic. Casting a spell against one wall for a random check of the charms there, Simon was relieved that the results came back positively. They didn’t need any more escaping creatures to contend with. Nothing seemed to be out of place in the various nooks and crannies as well. |
Eureka ^_^ Sachin was tired and frustrated. He’d spent the last few days in India but they were nowhere close to catching whomever was or were stealing those phoenixes. And so far, the Brits hadn’t been much help but he was hopeful that that fact would change. He was here at the Ministry on official business - to give an update, and receive one - plus since he was here, he did get to see the husband whom he missed very, very much. As the Muggle saying went: killing two birds with one stone. Only in this instance, it was three. The Ambassador made a face as that familiar mixture of odor hit him as he chose to walk along the corridors of the other mid level departments before eventually coming to DIMC. You know… he was hoping to walk out some of his frustration. Right hand in his pants pocket, he used his left to rumple his hair, leaving it in a mess. All he could think about were the phoenixes. |
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Today, she was reviewing one of the papers but the premise in there didn't make sense to her so she was pacing all over the place, trying to regain her focus after five hours of reading. That was why she was here with a folder, some of her hair was starting to get static-standing and she probably looked like a very confused person right now. "Sachin!" She saw the man there and immediately walked up to him hugging the folder to her chest and smiling. "Hello. Wow, I haven't seen you in a while." Wait, was he... he seemed upset? Mad? Frustrated probably. "Are you okay?" |
SPOILER!!: Eurekaaaa <3 With the two distracting elements -the odor and the entire Phoenix situation-, Sachin was too busy to nice anyone else there. Least of all, someone with their hair somewhat frizzy. But as the fates would have it, he glanced at the person then did a double-take. Said person had a face he knew. It seemed she recognised him at the same moment too. Sachin’s face lit up in a smile, all thoughts of phoenixes and disgusting odors vanishing. “Namaste, Eureka.’’ Oh, she had noticed? The man made an attempt to make light of the situation. “Just the occasional situations of black market sales. Not to mention the horrible smell along a few of the corridors.’’ He eyed her hair curiously. “Experimenting?’’ he asked. “Your hair looks messy, no offence.” |
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Oh, oops. She laughed nervously, patting down her hair but not making it better. "Oh, yeah. Not really. I'm just reviewing some research already ongoing or shelved in the department. It's all new to me still, I need more time to wrap my head around it. Where were you going?" Or doing... |
SPOILER!!: Eurekaaaa <3 Indeed it was heavy. But it was not the first time he had dealt with smuggling and it definitely would not be the last. All in a day’s work of being an Ambassador. But Sachin was not going to let his issues come in between him and Eureka having a conversation. As usual, he was quite intrigued about her work. “What’s the weirdest smells you’ve ever come across?’’ And as always, he was curious about her present assignments. “Working on anything exciting?” Sachin grinned. “So catching up then? How’s that going?’’ The man knew that Eureka was still fairly new and that sometimes taking in everything about a job could be stressful. Maybe that had been why her hair had been a mess. “On my way to see Conley to give him an update on the Phoenix situation.” Sachin lowered his voice. “It’s the perfect excuse to see him too.’' But really, he and Conley kept things professional while at the Ministry. |
One of the many things that sucked about having your eyesight ruined by an imploding star was how easy it was to get lost. Another? Mismatched socks. Worst? The horrible coke-bottle glasses he now wore that made him look incredibly He had been trying to find Level 5 again. He had encountered difficulties of a different nature that last time he had attempted to go home for a visit and he had a feeling it was something with his VISA paperwork. He had attempted to update it a month ago, but the lady who had helped in DIMC had seemed a little off…why? He hadn’t been able to place why, but she sure had talked about him smelling funny. And speaking of smelling funny – why yes, Adam did actually smell funny today. Perhaps to you it smelt like And the sign? Yeah, that he couldn’t make out. Stupid glasses/eyes. |
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Her heels click-clacked on the floor as she made her way through the corridor, rifling through a folder of upcoming exam appointments. But the witch stopped in front of Level 5 at the sight of a man wearing a pair of very....well, interesting glasses. The spectacles didn't seem to be doing the man much of a service, as he was still squinting at the DIMC sign. "Can I help you find something?" Perhaps he was lost. Maybe he was a late bloomer waiting to take his apparition test? Grae did recall seeing a non-teenager on the schedule for today. The man's identity didn't click until he reached up to scratch his hair. "Adam?!" Grae exclaimed as she finally recognized the unspeakable. "I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you with your new glasses! What are you doing all the way up here?" It seemed rare whenever DoM employees made their way to the middle or upper levels. Grae imagined they were just holed up in their secret chambers all day. She tucked her folder under her arm, wrinkling her nose at an unusual smell. The hallways always had a distinct odor, but was that....baked goods she detected? |
Text Cut: Grae He heard the click-clack of heels and wondered if he should try and stop the person and ask for help. Sigh. He really was tired of being dependent on the kindness of strangers, but sadly that was his life. He also thought he smelt coffee. Maybe the person walking was carrying a cup? No…the smell didn’t get much stronger as the person approached. Still, maybe he’d just let the person go by and try to make his way to DIMC by himself. Or, maybe he’d just slink back to level nine (aka get lost somewhere else). Bah! Too late. Someone was asking if he needed help. Well, at least that saved him the awkwardness of having to ask for help. But still…. Magnus’s pointy hat he missed being independent. ”Vell,” he started to say as she scratched vigorously at his hairline. Both hands went up at the sound of his name. ”Ja?” He conceded slowly. He didn’t know why admitted his name made him feel as if he was afraid he was going to get yelled at for something he didn’t do, but he certainly felt like a little kid who had gotten caught trying to steal a cookie. And while the voice sounded familiar, he wasn’t 100% sure who was talking to him. Gale, or Grail or something like that if he remembered. He was pretty sure they met at an Orientation event sometime. He’d been in the Ministry so long he didn’t remember everyone’s name, although he was pretty sure she worked in Transportation. He apparently really needed to get out of the Love Chamber more often. At the mention of his glasses, he sheepishly adjusted them with his right hand. He might have, also, you know might be looking a bit too far to the left while he talked with Grae. ” I zink somezzing vas filled out vrong on mein FISA.” He said simply. ”I vas trying to find International Kooperation.” Quick. He thought. Ask her something about her day and maybe he could figure out her name again. ”Undt you? How is your day going?” |
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She was also glad to hear his unmistakable accent. Now she remembered - Adam was the bloke from Germany. Grae was quite skilled with remembering names, faces, and job titles of the people she met at orientation, but life stories? Not so much. "I'm doing well, save for a few apparition emergencies this morning. But nothing a quick trip to St. Mungo's couldn't fix," she replied, thinking back to the nasty splinching incident earlier today. Thank Merlin, the healer reassured them that the boy was going to be just fine. "How about yourself? Working on anything interesting lately?" Grae was perfectly aware that unspeakables weren't really allowed to talk about their work outside of their department, but she enjoyed teasing them a bit nevertheless. |
Text Cut: Grae In-the-right-place…was the woman sincere or was she being facetious? He couldn’t really tell. Because this area looked nothing like how he remembered DMIC to look. And he was pretty certain (despite not remembering her name) that she didn’t work in international relations. He leaned in closer to the sign. Annnnddd promptly realized he had been staring at the DIMC sign for the past 10 minutes. Man, did he feel stupid. He certainly wasn’t going to tell Zita about this when he talked to her later. Not happening. Then again, she would probably find it funny and he did enjoy making her laugh. He realized he was lost in thoughts as Grace or Graines continued chatting about apparition emergencies. Ah, yes, now he remembered. Grae was her name. Hey, he was close wasn’t he? He of course, couldn’t tell Grae about the love potion, so instead he popped his glasses back on his face and then (looking in the wrong direction) said, ”Schtill trying to simple ze volfsbane potion.” It was his go-to conversational topic. It wasn’t work related so it was fair game, yet still let people know he was a potioneer. Some people didn’t like to discuss Lycanthropy, but Adam was raised, despite his family history, to think of those infected as victims, not threats. Therefore it was a topic he didn’t shy away from. Also, it was his life’s goal to make the potion more accessible to those who needed it. He’d determined that in order to do so, the potion needed to be easier to brew and, well, tasting better wouldn’t hurt right? |
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She raised her eyebrows at Adam's mention of the wolfsbane potion. "A very fascinating cause," Grae said, although she was fairly certain he was lying. Wouldn't it be exciting to sneak into the DoM one day to find out what they were working on down there? Of course, she'd never actually do anything like that - she treasured her job too much. But it was an entertaining idea. "Rumors were swirling about a werewolf attack a few months ago at Primrose Hill, which I thought was odd, because what in the world was a werewolf doing in the middle of London? Although it could have been those gossipy old witches in my building just stirring up drama again." Thankfully, Grae had never encountered a real werewolf before, and she hoped to keep it that way. Nevertheless, the news about a werewolf roaming the city unnerved her. A glance down at her watch told her that she should get back to her office soon, as she had a few appointments this afternoon that she needed to prepare for. But she would much rather make small talk than return to her looming pile of apparition exams, so she figured she'd hang around for a few more minutes. "So I'm assuming you're fixing your VISA because you have some exciting travels coming up? Where to?" She wondered if he was heading home to Germany or somewhere else completely. Grae really wasn't trying to be nosy, even though it often came across that way - she just never got the chance to travel herself, so she liked to live vicariously through other people. |
Text Cut: Grae Grae’s relief was a little contagious and he found himself nodding and sharing her concern about the failed apparition attempt. ”I remember mein own try.” He rubbed an ear. ”Zankfully, I only lost an ear once.” But hearing it was common made him feel a little better about his own failed attempts. Still, it was concerning to hear that more people were having trouble than usual. Maybe it had something to do with the failed lifts and memos and some of the problems that had happened on Level 9. Could there be a magic inhibitor on the building? ”Do ze problems only happen inside ze buildingk?” he asked, unable to stop his train of thought. ”Werewolfe life up in all type uff places.” he replied, completely unworried about one possibly being in London. In fact, there were likely more in town than anyone really wanted to admit. The thing it, they were often still feared and persecuted so much that Adam was sure most of them tried to keep their conditions secret. He’d also completely missed her facial que of not believing him. If he had, he might have thought she was teasing him. As it was, he thought she was sincere. ”Some day I vill figure it out.” After all, every failure was a success in it’s own way. Travel plans? Him? No…not really. He just liked to be able to go home to visit his father when he could. Still., the idea of traveling did sound good. Perhaps he could talk Zita into a short trip someplace warm. ”Chust to Vittlich. Mein family iss schtill zere. But a trip does sound good. Any suggestions?” |
Simone had been busy since she joined the ministry and her biggest accomplishment so far was just keeping a low profile it seemed, but what she wanted to get done was fixing a few things, so it seemed she was being a great and amazing department head. So to the lifts she went with a few employees. "So I have read some reports but could anyone get me up to speed on how these broke, when, and what have you actually tried to do about fixing them." She truly hoped that it was just broke and left like that, but from what she had heard fixing was not really going to happen at the time. Her lips played in a small amused smile at her own thoughts while she waited for someone to answer. |
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"A freak incident, I believe. Nothing really has been done about fixing them. They were de-prioritized." Actually she had no idea about that, but it sounded legit and that the ministry would put forward other cases that were higher in concerns. |
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"These need fixed now, no more excuses. I'm not sure what the other department head was focused on, but to have a smooth running ministry you need to have transportation working, not just set aside for someone else to do it." Her eyes moved back towards the lifts, she figured she knew what to do, but she needed to have employees doing their jobs as well. "What has been tried, what can we try." |
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What has been tried, she honestly didn't know if anything tried, but she found herself following the woman's gaze over to the lifts. Honestly, no one had really put anyone in charge of fixing them. They weren't hired as engineers. Technically the job description said to handle portkeys, and none of the areas within transportation really dealt with internal transportation of the lifts. Perhaps they needed to establish another division to work on that, but who was she to judge or suggest anything of the matter. |
Ginevra / Open! He was on his way back to the office, having spent a portion of the morning down in the Courtrooms listening in on the ridiculous trials that Zabini and Goldwasser’s Geological Investigation squad were conducting. It was as giant witch-hunt, which in and of itself was ironic since they were trying to accuse witches and wizards of not really belonging here in the magical community. Still, he wanted to be prepared (and to give Ferguson a little back up should he need it) in case he or worse, his husband were called down there for investigation. So far, Sachin had managed to keep a low profile and for that, Conley was sincerely grateful. He was paying more attention to the correspondence he was reading then to where he was going. It seemed things were not going any better in France than here in the UK and that was alarming. The French Ambassador, Valentin Roux, had been spending most of his time in Paris instead of in London and this correspondence had been sent to his home and not the ministry. Despite that, Conley hadn’t had time to read it that morning, not with getting Radhika ready to go to her grandparents. He sometimes missed dropping her off at the daycare downstairs, but there was no way he as trusting the Ministry with his possibly muggle-daughter. Like Roux, he hadn’t seen much of the ambassadors that usually spent a good deal of time operating inside of the Ministry. So it was perhaps a good thing that Conley had managed to slip a few of the longer-serving and Conley-trusted ambassadors pins before they were recalled to the respective countries. If action was needed, then at least a few people in varying countries would be ready to answer the call. He stepped into the Mid-level corridor from the stairs, since Conley didn’t take the Lifts if he could manage it (he still didn’t trust them after they had trapped his husband and Roux together) as he rolled up the parchment in his hands. |
Krel (Sorry about Lucille's attitude) Lucille needed to keep her mind right to prevent putting herself in too much danger so she had exited the greenhouse on level four and was collecting her thoughts in the corridor. It was unusual on her part but for some reason, her "Only Purebloods are superior" way of thinking wasn't sitting entirely right. That had to be rectified but how? Inhaling a breath in, Lucille spotted Conley. "Hello," she greeted him rather cooly. After all, he was of mixed blood hence her tone. |
'tis all good! ^_^ Text Cut: Lucille It was really starting to get tiresome. And by that he meant the tone people were taking with him. He could only guess it was because of blood status on is name tag. How those who were muggle-born were handling this with any semblance of saniety was beyond him. It took all he had to fight the urge to snap back at the lady. Perhaps she was just having a bad day. Because not everyone was drinking the Kool-Aid here. Right? Funny, usually Conley was the paranoid one and now he was busy trying to justify people’s actions. He slipped the rolled up piece of parchment into his inner jacket pocket as he fixed one of his more chipper smiles to his face. ”Afternoon,” he replied, in chipper manner as if he hadn’t heard the tone. ”Busy day?” Might as well ask and get this over with right? If she was going to snub him for his nametag, then so be it. She could be on her way and he could go on his. Oh how he longed for the days people when people didn’t realize who he was. |
HiHi! Hope you don't mind us crashing ^_^ SPOILER!!: You two! Restless. That was the only word to describe how Sachin felt today. He couldn’t quite understand why today of all days he felt intensely so. There was a quick stop he needed to make in India but he wanted to see Conley before he left. Maybe it was him being sentimental but he went with his gut feelings and headed over to the Ministry. At least their daughter was in the safety of her grandparents’ company. That was one less worry for him. These were his thoughts as he stepped off the lift, his feet taking him to the appropriate corridor. Speaking of the husband… Sachin recognised the form of Conley immediately. The woman was also familiar though she wasn’t on a buddy-buddy level with her. “Excuse me,’’ the Ambassador told the duo politely by means of interruption. “Good afternoon.’’ he added to the woman. “Hi, Con,’’ Conley might be surprised to see him there right now. And more surprising was Sachin saying Conley's nickname when Sachin usually used the man's full first name while at the Ministry in an effort to keep things somewhat professional in the setting. |
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ooc: Before Lucille went to Hogwarts - Decloning. Lucille watched as the pins that the two gentlemen were wearing glowed and formed into the shape of a phoenix. She instantly had a sneaking suspicion as to what was happening but was distracted by Conley aiming his wand at her. Lucille looked him squarely in the eyes and said cooly, "I need to make sure my cousin Fiona is okay. I am heading for Hogwarts and I will make sure she is safe." She was now in a moral dilemma. |
Moving to the Tech Lounge ^_^ Sachin immediately picked up on Conley’s surprise and alarm. “Everything’s fine,’’ he assured, before diverting off into any other topic. It was always best to reassure the husband that things were okay, given the Department Head’s tendency to worry easily. Not that there was a chance to pick up on any other topic. Those pins were acting up. The Ambassador gazed down at his in surprise then his head whipped up as Conley pointed his wand at the woman. There wasn’t even proper time for him to react to that when the boom echoed around him. “Ab kya?’’ {What now?} Sachin rhetorically questioned in Hindi. At the same time, he also reached for his wand and held steadily onto it. For the first moment, the woman and her stiff nature was ignored. The tug on his sleeve had him hurrying after Conley. |
Feeling slightly out of her comfort zone, Delyth couldn’t help but look around and wrinkle her nose in contempt at the unusual fragrance that was lingering in the corridor as she made her way down towards the Department for Magical Transport. Leave it to the parents of Hogwarts students to get themselves into so much of a dither that they’re questioning the safety of the Hogwarts Express and as usual, she was the one to soothe them, for some unknown reason. Oh, that was right, she was the Hogwarts Liaison. That was the reason. With a look across her face that clearly said she was all business today and had no time for the pimply teens who looked towards her as if she were their apparition examiner for the day, she strode confidently towards the route that would take her to Level 6. Could they answer her questions on train safety and if there were new measures to keep the students safe on their journey to and from Hogwarts? Most likely not but it was worth a try. |
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Drawn out of the shadows from her sweet aroma, there was a brief glimpse of something moving from one side of the corridor to the other and then the space was flooded with thick shadow. Shuffling feet, a hiss, a squish, a muffled scream...and then the darkness began to slowly dissipate. All that remained of Delyth Dominique was her right heel turned over on to its side and splattered with a thin line of blood. |
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His foot kicked something. He looked down to see a lady's heel skidding across the corridor. Funny, he didn't remember seeing a lady on the stairs as he made his way from Level Four back to his own department. He paused and bent over to pick it up. He looked around as he straightened. Perhaps he had been sleep walking again and had missed.... but no, no he heard nothing. No steps on the tile. No whispers of conversation. He was quite certain he was alone. Perhaps this heel had been here for a few days? But then, why had it's owner not come looking for it? He turned it over in his hands and noticed the strange dark marking on it. Was that.... blood?! "Expecto patronus!" He waved his wand over his head and a large silvery Siberian Husky erupted from the tip. It circled him for a moment then took off running down the hallway towards MLE. |
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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The Auror then noticed the Department Head was holding a single woman's heel in his hands. His gaze went back up to the man, and now Matt gave him a look of definite confusion. A shoe? Was that the problem? If he didn't;t know better, he'd make a joke about it, but this was the Ministry and stranger, more random things had happened before. Was the heel cursed? Hopefully not since the man was holding it. |
He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, when he sent his patronus off to Level 2. Perhaps a Security Guard or a hit wizard, but an unspeakable? Yeah… that totally threw Conley for a loop. His eyes lingered on the bloodhound patronus as it lingered in the hallway and he sort of wished it was a real one. They were supposed to have excellent tracking skills. Maybe it’s human owner possessed skills of this sort? ”Errmm….” he found himself with a lack of words as the man explained which part of Mysteries he worked in. He was pretty sure that this was the first time an unspeakable had provided so much information to him. ”Merriweather!” Conley’s voice suddenly came back as the auror appeared. ”I ah…. found this.” He held out the shoe looking between each man. ”It’s not mine,” he added as if that information needed to be clarified. ”Too small- haha,” Dear Merlin’s pointy hat. Too small? What was his problem? Snap out of it Phora. ”I think,” he said trying to get one of the men to take the shoe. ”It has blood on it.” He turned it to show the streak. ”I’m not sure why a lady would leave a shoe behind unless she was forced too. I mean, my wife, rest her soul, would have rather eaten slugs then leave a shoe of this quality behind. Not to mention the limping…” You know… one heel on, one heel off? He needed to stop babbling didnt he? |
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Despite wondering if the shoe was cursed just a few seconds ago, Matt actually took it from the Department Head so he could inspect it himself. He turned it in his hands as he listened to the man continue with his thoughts. Again, he stifled a laugh, but this time he let his amusement show in his face as he looked back up at the man. "I haven't seen any woman limping around the Ministry lately. Or man, who am I to judge? Well, I don't mean..." He trailed off, gesturing to the other man and his cane. He didn't mean that kind of limping, y'know. Looking back at the shoe, the Auror was back to being fully serious about the situation as if flicking a switch. He had had plenty of life-and-death experiences by now to know not to take mysterious things like this as complete jokes. And that shoe did have blood on it, so that was a big red flag. "I can try to find any information on missing employees, assuming this belongs to a Ministry worker." They did get visitors more often than not, which wouldn't help in this case, but hey, they had to start somewhere. "Possibly get forensics to have a look at the shoe too?" He offered, looking at Conley. |
Damian offered Matt a weak smile. He knew that the auror didn't mean anything, but under any other circumstance, the unspeakable would have given him a ribbing regardless. "So many moving parts at the ministry, I'd be amazed if we could find out someone was missing without obvious evidence." Clapping a hand on Conley's shoulder, the man in his mid thirties added. "Take a deep breath, mate. It's going to be alright. We got professionals on the case." Punctuated with a wink, Damian could tell the man was rattled. Did he lose his wife recently? He wondered. With his patronus dissipated into a silvery mist, Damian knelt down carefully, trying not to agitate his right leg more than he needed to. Wincing, he shuffled, eyes on the floor. "Hrm.." Not seeing any blood on the floor, the man from level nine rose back to his full height. Using the cane as a pivot point, Damian spun in a circle around it, his wand held up near his mouth. "Appare Vestigium!"A swirling golden cloud filled the corridor in the immediate vicinity, lighting up the array of recent footprints. It seemed a incomprehensible mess, just looking at the gold tracks, but looking at the shoe in Matt's hand reminded him what he was looking for. "Here." Sifting through the tracks, Damian found the woman, a golden specter of her form appearing when he touched her footprint with his cane. "Anyone recognize this witch?" Walking behind Delyth's spectral form, Damian stopped in the exact spot she did when she was abducted, a cold chill running down the spine of the man from the chamber of Death. "Whatever took her left no trace coming or going. Poor woman didn't even have a chance to run or draw a wand.." |
Conley sort of stared at Merriweather as he stammered on about limping. Clearly, Conley wasn't the only who was having a hard time keeping his words in order. He gave the Unspeakable a glance wondering if he was offended, but all seemed well. He even received a hearty clap on the shoulder. "I ah...well um..." He snapped his mouth shut, looked at Merriweather and shrugged. If there was one thing he'd learned about Unspeakables over the years, it was that they were weird. "What are -" He stopped mid-question as the golden mist started swirling around him. Conley's hazel eyes once again thought out Merriweather. What on earth was this man doing? But it appeared that Conley's assessment of the man's patronus was correct. He apparently was good at tracking - well, of a sort. But at the image of the young lady a cold chill ran through him. He reached out, placing a hand on Merriweather's arm. He didn't know the lady well, but he did know her. "She works in the Minister's office...." He wracked his brain. "Domino...or Dominic- something like that.." How terrible a person was he that he couldn't even remember the poor lady's name? Pretty rotten that was what. He realized he was touching Merriweather and pulled his hand back as if he had touched fire. "Sorry... I didn't mean... um... what was she doing down here?" he asked no one in particular. |
WHOA. Uh. Matt should be used to these kind of spells by now, but truth be told, he wasn't really. It was a pretty cool thing to watch, though, he should make a point of learning that spell sooner than later! And it proved to be quite useful too. "Oh yeah, I saw her on Level One not too long ago! Delyth! Yeah, Delyth Dominique." Bloody hell, Matt had spoken to that woman not too long ago at all and now... she was gone?? Merlin, the security in this place should be a bit-- Ohwait. Ahem, anyway. Matt was so used to people around him being startled and holding onto his arm/shoulder that it was like he hadn't even felt when Conley did it. It was only when he apologised and let go that the Auror realised. Not a bother at all. What could Delyth be doing down there? "Well, y'know, they might've run out of refreshments up on Level One. And maybe Levels Two and Three too, so she came down here to see if they had any?" He was totally not speaking from experience |
"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. |
"If she was like me," he said looking at Meriwether. "She learned not to take the lifts after they broke down a few years ago. Trapped my hus- ermm... ambassadors inside for hours. It was horrible. Habits like taking the stairs are hard to break. Even if the lifts are now fine." Conley didn't care. He could be assured a 100 times that they lifts were fine and he would still take the stairs. But if something or perhaps someone was lurking around in the stairwells? Well... perhaps he needed to reevaluate that habit. Ideas? Thoughts? Oh Conley had plenty. But they weren't ideas he was willing to communicate aloud at this point. Especially with people he wasn't familiar with. Sure. Meriwether had helped with the Goldwasser fires, but it wasn't like they had tea weekly. Which was why it was weird when Conley's hand reached for Meriwether's arm again. Conley stopped himself just short of taking hold of the man's arm again. Last thing he needed was for someone to start telling people that perhaps he had a thing for Meriwether. He was perfectly happy at home - thank-you-very-much! He wasn't entirely sure why he kept instinctively reaching for the man. Seeking comfort maybe? He reached over and rubbed his scared arm. "I think... everyone needs to be very cautious for a while." |
Getting from here Level Two had been more of an obstacle course than it had any right to be. Accosted several times by other Ministry workers or visitors, plus someone he was due to meet later that day, Jake had stopped only long enough to ascertain they knew nothing of the patronus before barrelling past. Maybe a little rudely, but patronuses sent asking for help hinted at an emergency situation, so. It was fine. He'd apologise later. Maybe. Fortunately a couple of others, including Meriwether, had already arrived by the time Jake reached the scene - Melo possibly behind him still, possibly not - and were handling the situation. He heard the latter part of the conversation as he closed in on them, watching the vestiges of a familiar spell fade out. Delyth Dominique. Broken heel. Blood. It didn't take much to piece together what might be happening here, even without a full explanation. "Got your patronus, Conley," Jake said, looking up and down the corridor, wand still out. "Another missing person?" Another one, didn't exactly bode well. And the blood, he'd heard Pendragon's comment about that, and it didn't sit too well with him. No doubt more from Level Two would be on their way, could take over a proper investigation of the scene and start a search if that really was what they were dealing with... none of which was technically Jake's area anymore. Still getting used to that. "I'll need to get an alert out." Which meant going back up the stairs, to Level One and the powers that be, once he was more certain of what was happening. |
Out on jobs. Grabbing food. But, at least Mr. Upstead was here, maybe he could shadow him. At least until an Auror returned. But then there was a patronus, and Upstead's wand was out, and Gabriel's wand was out, though a request for "help" was vague enough he had no idea where or why they might be needed. Maybe it would be something Auror-y. He hurried after Jake, not really needing to be beckoned. He was amazed at how many people needed to talk to Mr. Upstead, and how well he He was a few steps behind by the time they got down to the area the patronus had summoned them to. There were a few folks already there. He supposed one of them must have sent the patronus. Oh. This Conley fellow, apparently, based on Upstead's reaction. And a missing person? That was exciting. Maybe Gabriel could help! Like a Real Auror! He glanced around the area, thinking about what they'd need to do to secure the crime scene. There was, erm, a shoe? "Should I run that shoe up to the forensics lab, sir?" Gabriel asked Jake. Or he could secure the scene. Or, frankly, whatever Jake told him to do. He'd get coffee if that's what Mr. Upstead thought they needed. |
Bowing out so this can wrap up :) Well, this was turning into a party wasn’t it? Conley hadn't expected anyone else to respond after Meriwether had shown up. Surprise was likely plastered all over the DIMC Department Head’s face. If it had just been him and Upstead, he might have voiced his concerns to the man. He might have even said something to Meriwether considering he had been there in the Technology lab with Conley dealing with the fires and Goldwasser. But with others around, he didn’t think it prudent to say anything. He was still debating things when something else pierced his thoughts. "Another?!" he asked looking around the small group of men. He'd been a bit preoccupied with the dragon retrieval mission, but he hadn't thought he'd been that preoccupied. How could he not have known about people disappearing? And inside the Ministry no less! "How many people have gone missing?" And for how long had this been going on? His fingers twitched as if they were going to reach for his wand to send off another patronus. The only thing keeping him from doing so was Sachin's voice in his head telling him he was being paranoid and over protective again. "I just came across that shoe. It had blood on it and that was why I sent my patronus...." He tried not to give Upstead a look. Yes, he really should send out an alert. His attention was drawn to the young man asking about forensics. Eager that one, wasn't he? He glanced down at his watch. "I have a meeting with the German Ambassador shortly... Upstead, Meriwether took my statement, but you know where to find me if you need more information." Yes Upstead, feel free to stop by. Surely the man had the same suspicions Conley himself had? Then again, maybe with all that happened this past year, Conley was being unconsciously biased. He rubbed his burnt arm. There was a reason he was no longer working for MLE after all. "Mr. Pendragon..." He gave the unspeakable a nod. ”Thank you for your assistance. You too Meriwether…” And while the meeting with the Ambassador was true, Conley also felt the need to excuse himself from MLE business while he had the chance. He broke away from the group. |
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