 Open! A Poop * k8 *
In the days following the breakfast event, Scottie had visited the forensics lab daily to look at the sample he had taken and SAFELY delivered to the lab on Level Two.
Did they have answers? Who knew. Scottie was good at this kind of stuff - the more science-y side of investigating - but he, Saul, and Arabella (nor any of the other unnamed IUMO officers) had been able to make headway as of yet.
But Scottie was curious.
Today, though, he had something else to drop off. A particularly nasty-looking unauthorized concoction taken from a crime-scene earlier that day that had resulted in the victim breaking out into reaaaaaally painful orange, blotchy spots. The spots had been warm to the touch, and Scottie was looking forward to digging in. It wasn't a recognizable potion, so it must be a weird...mixture of things. Which, no telling how to cure that, but luckily that wasn't his job. He had to just tell Mungo's WHAT the potion was made of, and he needed to do it fast, probably.
Pulling on a pair of gloves, he got to work.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |