 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Benzi had seen a lot of haunting scenes in his years working for the DMLE. Dark wizards, anguish, pain, suffering, really awful things. He was prepared for everything, it was his job to be so, but he'd never felt that feeling of sheer helplessness the way he did when he saw the bodies. The auror's eyes searched for Amrita's in the crowd, allowing himself a brief moment of emotion.
Children had died. Children. If this mist was wizard made... whoever it was would go down to life. He'd personally see to it.
Twisting his wand in his hand, he carried out his own series of checks in the areas around the bodies, also finding nothing. Lex and Evie both were rarely wrong, but he had to check. Those poor children. It was only as his eyes landed on Bryony that he made the connection, and the sadness melted away into a subdued fury. That was her sister, half covered up by Hogwarts soil. Her sister that the YATI had tried to move. Benzi could not decide whether he was angry at his fellow auror for letting herself come on this job so recklessly, knowing that her sister was the one missing, or proud of her for showing up anyway and being professional.
Probably proud. Had this been, Merlin forbid, any of his family, no one could have held him back.
Removing these thoughts thoroughly from his mind, he joined his department head and stepped into the ever familiar but very empty entrance hall. Eleven years. "We should also check the evacuation point, see that the mist isn't making its way to Hogsmeade," he said as he glanced towards the stairs leading up into the heart of the castle. It would be catastrophic should the entire village need to be cleared too.
So, where is the mist?
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Bambi couldn't help it.
She had tried so so hard not to make a sound. She kept her mouth shut when the first body had been discovered, and then the second, and even kept quiet as the aurors went about their business as if this was just any old day. Everyone seemed to be acting like this was normal.
Turning away from the group, Bambi pretended to try looking for magic traces in the air - she's never had that talented - and a little squeak of a sob escaped her. And another, and another, several quiet squeaks of anguish for those young souls, taken so quickly. Had it not been for Ariadne, maybe this wouldn't have affected her this way, but she couldn't help but imagine... her little angel girl... her little cherub.
Hurriedly conjuring a tissue for herself, Bambi dabbed at her eyes and stayed at the back of the group. She really didn't want to make a scene, not in front of her own department and definitely not in front of the others. She needed to be useful, but her skills and expertise lay with wards. She'd be more helpful when they found the mist itself. Something in her toolbox would surely contain it.
Another squeak sob, a bit louder this time, and she tried to breathe deeply. Enough Bambi. Enough.
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