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We’ll Start with the Riding Crop || AVA Apr 23, 2013 18:17:41 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2013 18:17:41 GMT -8

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”Please do not disturb me while I am working-” Alastor’s voice rang through the small office on the corner of the Auror’s floor as the small and boyish secretary opened the door. He didn’t even have to look up to see who it was. He could practically smell the stench of her tuna sandwich wafting off of her body, coupled with the slightest prickle of sweat. Because there was only one person in the entire office that would eat tuna in a crowded area because of her distinctive love for the fish, Moody could ascertain that it was Ms. Callahan, the secretary that manned the desk at the front of the Auror department. The woman undoubtedly had rushed through her lunch and was now anxious about disturbing Moody in his office, of that much he was certain.

”A letter-” The woman breathed as she scooted forward and placed a sealed letter upon his desk and then proceeded to back out of the room. When he heard the satisfying sound of the lock snapping back into place, Alastor put down the magnifying glass that was in his hand and snatched up the letter, sliding his hand in-between the seal and the parchment and subsequently ripping it open. His dark eyes began to scan the words that were written on the top in monotonous script.
TO: Alastor L. Moody, Auror
FROM: Head of Auror Department
SUBJECT: The Myers Initiative
Meyers. Meyers. Why did that name sound so familiar? Alastor immediately put his finger to his lips, trying to figure out where he had heard it before, ”Ah!” He practically yelled as he slammed the letter down against the table and then stood up, his tall frame now looming over the table as he continued to read.
Request for immediate intervention.
Giovanni has been sent in.
Partnership required.
Markus Meyers.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
x

Although reading Ministry letters could often be tedious bits of code, Moody was well-versed in their manners of information transfer. It was obvious that he was meant to accompany Ava Giovanni on her expedition to assess Markus Meyers’ current situation as a Ministry Auror gone rogue. Pulling the collar of his trench up a little higher to block out some of the wind, Alastor finally reached the doors that led into Hogwarts. He pushed them open and entered, his coat billowing out around him as the brisk air from outside met the warm air that was sheltered on the inside.

There were so many of them; so many strange little eyes peering at him from the edges of the Entrance hall, all watching the man as he took a few more steps into the building. Oh yes, Moody immediately wanted to take up his wand and transfigure them all into something that would better suit their actions right now, because they were all such staring little creatures. Tearing his eyes from one of the open-mouthed children, he shook his head and made a sharp left turn, moving down the dungeon corridor and stopping in front of one of the chambers that was to his left.

”Ms. Giovanni.” He knocked once and then pushed the door open, stepping inside to the room that had apparently become their central intelligence location for the time that they were around the castle.

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We’ll Start with the Riding Crop || AVA Apr 27, 2013 1:40:59 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 1:40:59 GMT -8

Before the knock came, Ava knew who was approaching the door to their secret headquarters within the castle. Truthfully she hoped that they hadn't gone unnoticed, with Alastor and Avona working a case that lay within the walls of Hogwarts, Ava wanted the fear that they were here to be known. It wasn't like they both were some low level in-training individuals, no they they both had years in the field and knew exactly what they were doing. "Afternoon, Alastor." Ava spoke as she was pinning an image of Mr. Myers onto a cork board. Benjamin Myers had handed over the image in their previous encounter as it was the most recent picture of the man. He had changed, a lot. She noted the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the dark look that lingered with in pupils. She had been studying the picture for sometime now, trying to see if there was a motive that lay in the lines of his features.

Avona was never one to over look the emotions of an individual, but she had known Markus, he was a trainee not long ago and soon developed to become one of the top like her and Alastor, but this was all before his wife died. Lisa Myers died trying to protect her son and Ava was glad she had done so. It was her duty as a mother to make sure that her child's well being came first. Shame it ended the way it had, but it all seemed so weak. The story seemed like it was pushed to the back of people's minds quickly. Ava had remembered taking over some of Markus' missions as they were somewhat simple in her mind, but she hadn't expected him to go this far.

"I'm glad you're here. I've already talked with young Mr. Myers, and he made mention that his father had been distancing himself ever since the death of Lisa. His best friend Tobias had been present quite often and I'm worried that the ministry had the death covered up with a kidnapping. Alastor. It seems so weak, the story." Benji had told her his side of the plot, but even to her, it felt as though he felt it was wrong while talking to her. Clenching her jaw she pinned up a picture of herself and Lisa before Benji was born. She was an amazing person, fantastic at potions, but decided it was better to become an author and editor for the Daily Prophet. Nothing too out of the ordinary and most definitely not a dangerous position.

The woman that stood much shorter than her counter-part looked up at the man with the somewhat curly hair. The pair of them had worked together before, but not as often as Ava would have liked. Usually Avona had been paired with her husband which was not out of the ordinary, they were a fantastic team, but Roderick had other things to deal with on top of being an Auror for the ministry. Avona, had kept family records in her spare time, constantly writing and working to keep order around the house. When she was pregnant with the twins that was the only thing she did, but now that Addie and Oliver had grown up she wanted to be out in the field more. "Want to take a look at what I've managed to pull together?"

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We’ll Start with the Riding Crop || AVA May 31, 2013 20:23:11 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 20:23:11 GMT -8

It was incredibly important for Alastor to examine everything that was in the room. Everything from the shoes that were on Ms. Giovanni’s feet to the fact that she had systematically developed a board that showed the past, present, and predicted future whereabouts in regards to the gentleman in question. Pictures of relatives, locals, friends, anything that was remotely connected to the case was all laid out before him. With a deep sigh, Moody moved forward and pressed his fingers to his chin as he studied the focal-point of the investigation. Mr. Myers himself, ”Lisa is a pivotal part of the plot. That much is certain,” He agreed, his mind following along with Giovanni’s train of thought.

Moody arched both of his eyebrows, although his eyes still hadn’t left the criminal centerpiece of their investigation, ”You’ve been incredibly busy.” He mused, the inner workings of his mind like clockwork as he stared at the picture that was pinned to the center of the board. There was half of him that was dreading working with another person - he much preferred to do his investigations by himself due to the fact that he was very meticulous in the way that he viewed the world, while the other half of him was extremely thankful that it was Ava Giovanni that he had been stuck with. At least he could count on her to pull valuable information in lieu of some of the less competent Aurors that he had experienced over the past couple of years, ”What do we known about this Tobias fellow?” He finally asked, tearing the photo off of the board that Ava had just placed on a few moments before. He turned it over in his hand, examining the back and then the front again.

The Ministry hadn’t called him here because he was a mediocre man. No, The Ministry had called him in because he was the best of the best. And if the best of the best couldn’t fill in the missing pieces of this inter-connected crime-web, then who could?! Who better than the very man that had already spent twelve years of his life climbing the Auror department hierarchy, only to find himself stumped by the disorder of the decade, ”The boy could have been protecting him. Blood runs thick.” Moody breathed as he threw the photograph to the ground and spun around, placing his hands into his pocket as he stared at Ava.

It was curious that Ava considered the possibility of a Ministry cover-up with the LIsa situation, very curious indeed. And he could only ascertain that she had found something to lead her to this conclusion. Which made him absolutely certain that he wanted to see what she had already gathered. Silently, he took a step back from the cork board, examining it from a further distance, ”Yes, yes. Walk me through what we already know, if you will.”

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We’ll Start with the Riding Crop || AVA Jun 3, 2013 0:16:29 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 0:16:29 GMT -8

As always Avona listened to the young prodigy. Even though she had been in the field much longer than he, Alastor Moody took the Auror world by storm and she was delighted to have a partner with much intellectual tact. Albeit his social skills were a little out the window, Avona's own son happened to be in the very same boat. "Yes, I've gathered that much, Lisa is very much the center piece for it all." Watching him work and deduct every possible outcome was something she so very much enjoyed. The ability to see the cogs working in his head as he focused and the darting of subjects as he pieced them all together.

Taking in a deep breath as he muttered to himself, Ava let him tear apart the board she had quickly thrown together. Any other Auror would have reprimanded the man, but any other Auror with any shred of research abilities would let him do as he pleased. Avona was the latter. Being in the field for nearly two decades would do that to someone. "From what I gathered from the young Ravenclaw boy, Tobias never got on with his mother and he was, from what I recall, a top tier pureblood elitist. Lisa believed that it didn't matter the blood type. He was hardly around with Lisa was alive and once Markus became volatile he showed up more and more. This was of course after Lisa had passed away. Apparently Benjamin's tutor was let go because of Tobias. She was a muggleborn or some supporter, I'll have to dig deeper."

Sitting down in a chair that faced the desk, Avona's fingers met her temples as she watched Alastor dismiss a picture to the floor. Trying to remember the conversation she had with Benji prior to the discussion of Tobias. There were many tears and a few hugs and comforts, but Closing her eyes she began to watch the scene unfold. Avona had escorted the boy to a secluded and silent courtyard.

Another breath the short woman looked up at the younger Alastor Moody. "Benjamin described in simple enough detail to get that something isn't right. Nine in the morning. Benjamin and his mother, Lisa Myers, were home alone as Markus had left for work at the ministry like he did everyday. There was knock at the front door." Keeping her eyes closed the black haired woman tilted her head to the side watching what was described to her. "Benjamin went running to answer it and Lisa pushed him aside, but before they could answer the door was blasted into shards. It sent both 'victims' flying. Benjamin was bleeding and according to him so was his mother. There was man, no one recognized him and he didn't speak. The man grabbed Benjamin by his arm and tossed him toward Lisa on the floor. Both of them a right mess." Rubbing the back of her head she got up and started pacing, actually instead she started from the door to the room and mimicked what was happening as if she were the killer.

"Benjamin was crying and he watched as the man moved around the house, destroying it, literally breaking anything in his path and upturning furniture. As if he were searching for something. Lisa was telling Benjamin that it would be okay, that everything would be alright in hushed tones. Casting a few healing spells over her son, Lisa used up the last of her energy and couldn't be shaken awake." Points to the door turning around. "The neighbours had heard and instantly called Mr. Markus Myers back home to the scene. He came through the door arriving in time to catch the man. It doesn't make sense and gets really fuzzy here. Apparently the man told Markus that he was here to kidnap just Benjamin, to use him as leverage. This is why I think the ministry covered up something. Like... Yaxley was apart of it or they went through him to get it closed as a cold case. Benjamin thinks that he was the target the whole time and that no one was supposed to die." Rubs her temples again. "I'm sorry Alastor. That's I have right now. I need to get access to the files at the ministry, but I've yet to find time to head down to London in order to get them."