Armen looked towards where Frida was pointing and noticed the blue tent. "Oh ok so it won't be too far of a walk." he was thinking that he would help her take her things over there with her when she wanted to leave, seeing as they were temporarily neighbors.

Armen's face went a little pink as he realized he was kind of bragging to her. "I'm sorry about that. It was really hard wasn't it? Your's took fourty minutes? Mine took close to that too, maybe fifty. Everytime I thought I had it up, it would just fall over." he shook his head.

And Frida managed to make Armen feel a little worse about himself as she asked why he was saying her. "Oh I didn't really mean you. I was just meant that person you know-" he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry." he finished a bit tongue-tied. As she took the bag he said "Your welcome, I though the zipper would be handy."

When she mentioned her living conditions again he hoped he was in for the ok to talk about it, because yes, he had remembered and that was partly what he had been talking to her about. "So Frida, I say that you should do whatever you really want to do and to make yourself feel happy. I don't think it would be a selfish move." he told her kindly and truthfully.

"It's no more than sixty feet...I should survive the trek." Frida said and glanced to the map again, which was still waving in the wind. 'Mock me again you stupid map...I dare you.' "I'll tear you up and throw you in a fire..." She stopped abruptly when she realized her last words had actually been vocalized rather than simply thought. "Don't mind me." Frida said and bit the inside of her cheek.

"At least your tent is slightly more complicated. So you have an actual excuse. I was just being a dork and made things hard for myself."
There it was again. That parchment waving in the wind...and it was nearly out of sight as it had shifted from the wind. Frida had begun to stare at the map intently, and realized it a little late.

She chuckled a little bit, "Things are a little more complicated, but I suppose I should give things a little more thought and then decide once I have a stable mind." Frida picked the bag off the ground again and balanced it on her hip, while her other hand was occupied with the broom she purchased for her nephew. "Unfortunately for me, my family would see it as a selfish move." Once again, her eyes drifted upwards and spotted the map again, "Erm...if you wouldn't mind." Frida tilted her chin upwards to indicate where the parchment map was stuck. "I lost it this afternoon...been taunting me all day."

Jade made her way back to the family tent. Most of the adults had to be there by now. She did take her time walking back and thought about what exactly she was just about to do. Good thing she didn't have to deal with Oceane. Her uncle Benjamin would be easier to convince and her grandmother would be happy about the two cousins spending as much time together as possible.

Taking a breath, she stood before tent and reached for the flap. She was making this harder than it needed to be. Shaking her head, she calmed herself and took a deep breath. There was no harm in asking, right? There was no time like the present, so she nodded and entered the proverbial snake pit.

Nexxxxt.

Beady eyes looked left...then right again before a streak of black took off for the nearest cover, something shiny in it itty bitty mouth. Moments later, he returned to the scene of the crime and snuck through a few more tents, nicking more shiny donuts (rings), shiny worms (chains of any sort), and shiny cookies (coins).

And then he was off again.

Warren looked at the minister as she opened the door and nodded, "Minister." Trying to hide a wince as she latched herself on his arm and kissed his cheek he nodded, "Yes ma'am I have. You sent for me." Duh. Parasite that's what she reminded him of a leech or something. Watching as she held on to his arm tight he clenched his jaw and nodded again. "Yes ma'am." Looking around for Alexa he sighed as he didn't find her and led them toward the stadium for the game.

There were things that Fia didn't like to discuss either, but she was like Miles, she would talk about it with him. She trusted him in so many ways. "Anything about you, to me, is important. Never forget that." She kept her eyes on him, studying his expressions and for the most part just studying him. She felt closer to him than she ever had this entire summer, something she needed.

"Bothari would probably never admit it but I bet he does it because he loves you too," she sympathized with Miles and smiled. "You're a good kid. We are both good kids...for the most part." She smirked and gave him a wink.

Miles looked at Fia and smiled, squeezing her hand he leaned in and kissed her. "Good cause everything about you is important to me." And she probably didn't know how much. Or how much effort it had really been to get her here today but he wouldn't rest until his father had gotten 2 tickets. Well 3 including the large giant outside.

"You're right...he wouldn't admit it. I think he does it because he still feels like he owes my dad. He doesn't really know anything else. I don't know what I'd do without him really." Her last statement, smirk, and wink made him laugh, "I don't know about good...but yes...you are definitely good. For the most part." He chuckled, "Of course the 'for the most part' is a good part."

The grin on her face widened as her green eyes continued to watch Miles for a moment. "I'm hungry...for the most part," she finally broke away and looked towards the massive kitchen they had. "And I assume that is my bedroom?" She was going to take the one to the left. She just felt the need to sleep in that room and since the other side had two rooms together, she figured Bothari would stay there.

The itty bitty niffler decided to return back to the East Field. There had been a GOOOD loot here. Sneakily, he slipped along the tents, gazing for a place he may have missed. Ooooh, there was one! The little niffler paused and peered at it curiously, beady eyes taking in the features. It looked homey.

Whisker twitching, he quickly dashed inside the tent that, unbeknowns to him (and like he would care - he was an animal) belonged to the English Minister for Magic. Moments later, he was dashing out with a feather clamped in his little mouth. He didn't care what it was. It had metal and it was his.

Quickly, he scampered away.

Davina was wandering the ground doing her rounds when something black and hairy caught her eyes. A nifler. He seemed to have got himself a loot of jewelery. And oh no! That tent belonged to the minister for magic. Thinking quickly she pulled the gold chain from around her neck and placed it on a rock close by then waited. She would catch him and release him somewhere safe and far away from the grounds.

Chad was on his way back to Reagan's tent from the Quidditch match, when he spotted one of his employees, just kind of standing in one spot. There was also something shiny at her feet on a rock. Curious, he decided to walk over. "Err...I think you dropped something, Mademoiselle Carter," he said cautiously, coming to a halt beside her.

Davina shook her head at her boss but smiled.
"Hullo Mr.Stryker. No I didn't drop it. I put it there on purpose. There is a nifler running about the camp ground and I'm trying to lure him out. I think he just took something from the minister's tent." She explained.

Niffler? WAIT. "Out...out of the Minister's tent? Taylor's tent?" Oh my. This wasn't good. "Were you able to see what it grabbed?"

Davina thought for a moment.
"It probably wasn't anything really valuable. From what I glimpsed, it seemed to have been a feather or something. Probably just a quill. Regardless I want to catch it before it takes something that is valuable or worse..before someone hurt it." She replied looking around still. He couldn't have gotten very far.

Nifflers. They were EVERYWHERE. This was so not cool. Even though they were insanely adorable creatures, they were quite troublesome and now they were on the loose. Stealing things. Sarah may have been dreaming, but she did believe that she saw one steal a soda can once. But... hallucinations maybe.

The woman ran around the field, searching for her fellow colleagues. Better yet... her BOSS. He could tell her what to do. Sure enough, she found the tall guy and that blond hair standing somewhere off in the far off distance of the East Field. Sarah quickly ran on over towards where he stood, weaving around the people that were headed towards their own tents. "Chad!" she yelled out, as she made her way closer and closer.

Once she reached him, she noticed that he was also standing next to another woman. "Nifflers," was all Sarah managed to say, but she had an idea he already knew. He was the boss after all. He HAD to know.

A feather? Oh no...Reagan wouldn't have decided to bring her quill to the Quidditch World Cup, would she? There was metal on it and definitely would have attracted the niffler. Oh man, he was going to hear about this later.

He turned on his heel at the sound of a voice calling him followed by the word 'niffler'. "We know," he nodded, giving her a smile and then turning back. "Mademoiselle Carter is trying to coax it back with her necklace."

Davina nodded and smiled at the other woman that walked over.
"I'm trying to. He probably went to stash those he'll be back." She continued looking around the grounds.
"I don't suppose he'll be too willing to come get the necklace with us standing over it, so it's best we hide or well stand away from the item," she suggested.

What her co-worker said finally sunk in. Huh? They? She had said they right? Oh No, there were more of them, definitely not good.

Blink. Oh. Right.

Well... too bad. What if he didn't know? Maybe the Nifflers hadn't gotten around in an area that would cause Chad to notice? Though... he was highly perceptive of things... and he seemed to be the one that knew everything. Ah well. Sarah was just doing her job... sort of. Uhm. Where was Becca and Brian anyway? Mhm. The woman glanced behind her briefly, but she saw no sign of them. They sort of... fell apart... after the game. They actually weren't really together during the game... so...

"I see... well if there is anything that I need to do," she said, and then paused to listen to what the other woman said. Sarah nodded her head and beckoned the two to move farther away from, well... where they were standing. "That might be a good idea. Though usually, Nifflers wouldn't have an issue in getting to their objective with us, standing around."

No. They didn't usually seem to have a problem at all. But they were talking about wild Nifflers weren't they? They should all be relatively the same in behavior no matter what.

Davina nodded in agreement with Sarah but backed away anyways, just to be safe. She really hoped they wouldn't have to wait long for the little critter to return especially since she had another task she wanted to complete. Of course she would have to get Mr. Stryker's permission first.

She decided to ask now. Sticking a bit of loose strands of hair behind her ear she cleared her throat and asked, nervousness evident in her voice.
"Umm..Mr. Stryker..I was..umm.. wondering if it would be ok to check on the other magical being..just to make sure they're O.K and comfortable you know. Some of them are dead but I do suppose they have emotions too. Besides its our job to make sure everyone enjoys this world cup right?"

She looked up at him to meet his eyes with her own warm pleading ones. She really hoped he wouldn't say no. She would be extra careful.

Armen looked a bit shocked when Frida all of a suddne said something about ripping him up...and throwing him in a fire?! Oh she was talking to herself. "Oh ok." he said a little nervously. So what if she was crazy, he thought she was nice.

The Division head laughed for real this time when she said she was just a dork. "Oh don't worry these kind of things can be hard for us when we are so dependent on magic, and besides being a dork can be fun sometimes!" he grinned brightly.

She laughed a little bit about how bad he felt saying her when he was answering her question. At least she wasn't angry or offended. "Yeah well thinking about it longer may help some. And I wish the best of luck to you and I hope that your family will come to their senses and see that you are a smart talented woman who can take care of herself." he nodded.

And just after the whole take care of youself thing, she needed his help to grab a map stuck to his tent. "Huh. I didn't see that there. Good eye." he walked over to the tent and reached as high as he could and then got it. "Ok you can take care of yourself...now." he joked as he paused a second before handing her the map.

Frida found herself raising her right eyebrow again. Apparently it had become a habit of her's....
'Smart and talented...*humph*' She thought to herself and sighed a tiny bit. "Yes, I've been taking care of myself long enough." Frida said quietly before thinking about something.

"Armen." Frida began to say as she subconsciously started to eavesdrop the slightest bit. "Are you fond of dogs by any chance? I've got this mutt, Webster at my home right now. Found him as a stray on one of my shopping trips in an alleyway. He was badly abused, so I had my team do a number of obliviation charms and mind alterations so that he is not afraid anymore. You wouldn't want to adopt him would you? Or know someone who might be interested?"

She could feel her nose scrunch up a little when Armen brought the map down from the top of the tent. It was damp, and had a smudge of mud on the front and back. "So much for that." Frida said mostly to herself and took the parchment-map from Armen. "I'll just make another one...this one is a waste it seems." She crumpled the squishy map and stuffed it into her left robe pocket. "I don't like to litter." Frida said, just in case Armen thought she was actually going to save the map for the fond memory of it.

One last scope should do it.

Slowly, the niffler sneaked back into the East Field area. He paused in between a couple tents while his beady eyes searched around, whiskers twitching as he tried to sniff out more metal and any nearby people. That's when a little glint from a rock caught his eye.

GOLD. Slowly, the niffler started to slink his way over to the rock, keeping a wary eye out for people.

Always looking around the ground Rhea caught sight of the niffler making it's way towards the rock.

Aww he's so cute!!...No...he was causing trouble, she had to catch him..she better if she didn't want to lose that chain of hers too.

She slowly pulled her wand from her leg holster and aimed it at the niffler.
"Immobulus"

He was getting closer....he was getting closerrrr.

And then he was frozen! His beady eyes looked around wildly and he tried to move a paw, his whiskers...or even wiggle his butt! But he couldn't move at all.

Silas scanned the East Field, looking for, well, any of his coworkers, really. If there really was a niffler on the loose, the rest of them should know about it.

Spotting some across the way, he jogged over. "So, I keep hearing people saying they're seeing a niffler scurrying about. Have you heard anything?"

What were they looking at? Silas looked down.

"Oh."