A new dawn rises (Ava/Loki)

Ava had been pulled away from the school at such an inopportune moment. Someone had been in her office and had seen everything, but she couldn't place her finger on the scent and it was putting her in a right foul mood. Once she arrived at the ministry there was already a call for her presence in and office on the second level. Tilting her head back, a small groan escaped her lips and she whisked through the lines and lines of people. It was an easy task given the petite woman's nature, but she really didn't want to deal with the head of Magical Law Enforcement straight off the bat. Especially since she had just returned from Azkaban and Rabastan was already starting to lose it.

"Hey, Ava! Wait up I need to talk to you!" The familiar sing song voice of her brother-in-law filled her ears, but she kept on walking knowing full well that he would be able to catch up. "Seriously! For fucks sake Avs, slow the hell down I don't want to scuff my shoes!"

Another voice echoed from the hallway and she narrowed her eyes. "Vincent, hurry up I don't want to deal with the Prophet right now."

"Mrs. Giovanni! Is it true that you were the one to escort the student from Hogwarts grounds? Are the allegations against him falsification of documents? Was it a set up?" The flash of a bulb went off and she shook her head and kept walking grabbing a hold of Vincent's arm tugging him along as quickly as she could without giving the both of them away to prying eyes. Suddenly she was stopped. "Is the Lestrange boy guilty?" Another flash and fizzle.

"The ministry has no words on the case at this moment in time. Once we've come to a conclusion as well as a trial date we may have more information to offer." Keeping her demeanor as cool as possible the woman started to push Vincent out in front of her.

"There has been rumor that you will be the soul Auror working the case, is this true?" A quick quotes quill was floating in the air next to the woman with red hair and Ava shoved it aside.

"I am not at liberty to reveal any information regarding the Strange Case of Rabastan Lestrange," finally making it to a lift the short woman closed the gate and looked up at Vincent once the silence had fallen. "What is so important that you couldn't write it and send it?" Her tone was much colder than before as she turned and looked up at Vin.

Vincent only shrugged and looked back down at her cool blue eyes. "It's true then. He was arrested." He didn't need to wait for her explanation as he could tell. "What are you going to do about it, you know we need him."

"I'm working on it. Put the trust you have in my husband into me, besides I may need you to take the stands. Considering both of the Lestrange boys have entrusted their safety into you over the winter break. Just be careful how you word it. I don't want them knowing that you're playing both sides Vincent. It doesn't look good at all." Glancing up quickly just in time to watch the much taller man take a drink from a black bottle.

Snatching the vial from Vin and pressing it to her own lips she took in a deep breath as the grate opened to the second level. Stepping out and handing the wine back to Vin she moved down the hall toward Ms. Bartoli's office. "This entire ministry seems like it's run by fucking Italians."

"I resent that you know." He grabbed the bottle and followed her until they stopped in front of the door. "Oooooo you're in trouble!!!!" Laughing Vincent clapped her on the shoulder as she knocked. "Good luck, you'll need it. Let me know if you need anything." Vincent lifted his eyes to the woman behind the desk as the door swung open.

"We'll talk later Vincent. My place for dinner? I'm sure Roderick would be more than pleased to see that you're not dead yet." A small laugh escaped from her lips and she looked in at Isabella, sitting behind her desk with all the power in the world and it pissed her off. Avona already had people working on the case with her and that was something that she didn't normally do. "Bye Vincent."

Stepping into the office and closing the door behind her, the woman did just as she was told minus the pouring herself a drink. She wasn't exactly used to such niceties when it came to work so instead she crossed her leg over her knee. "Thank you for the offer, but I'll be alright for a while." Avona was used to the thick Italian accent as she's been around it for the last sixty three years of her life. World War I. "I'm assuming that you're waiting for the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister?"