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As Ben Cobblesten awoke from what he thought had to have been the most uncomfortable nap ever, he blinked and looked around in confusion. How long had he been asleep? It was hard to tell--and why did his head hurt so freaking bad?
As he slowly stood up and looked around, he remembered the events of the afternoon as clear as day. He remembered the flowerpot, the resulting explosion, and the flowers attacking him. The period after that, however, was a complete blur. Rubbing the back of his sore head, he wandered around until he found Richard talking to an unknown woman. "Hello Richard...who is your friend?" he asked, looking back and forth between the two Ministry workers.
'Oh!' Frida got herself out of the office for a moment and spotted Ben, walking over to him after a moment.
"Are you feeling better now?" She looked quickly to the back of his head, wanting to make sure that there was no broken skin or bruising. There might have been a little, but nowhere near enough to cause alarm.
Frida held her hand out to shake,
"I'm Frida Bok...from the Obliviator department. Is there anything else that is bothering you?" The woman wasn't sure if the guy knew already...but then again, she wasn't sure about much any more.
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best deatheater Pointing his wand at a filing cabinet that lay on the floor Richard made it rise back against the wall. As he did so he heard a heated Andrina walk out mentioning something about her son. Of course this wasn't a scene for a child to see. A man had collapsed after suffering memory problems. An office had been burnt up and there was confusion all around. He thought Andrina had the right idea about things. He was more than willing to stay a while and sort things out. It would be difficult but it needed to be done and it wasn't anything that couldn't be done. He had been in crisises like this when he had travelled after Hogwarts.
He moved into the office and made a list of furniture and fittings that would need to be replaced. His face had faint soot marks and his clothes had random smudges up and down him.
Oh dear...a demolished office, a fire, lost memory, and now personal issues.
"How are you fairing, Richard?" Frida asked after a moment,
"Feeling alright? No pain in the chest?" Her's was still a bit sore, but as the smoke had mostly cleared out, Frida was feeling a little better.
The woman flicked her wand and a single salvagable desk carefully slid to one side along with a filing cabinet. After another moment, Frida made sure that the paperwork that was recovered was stored away in a metal safety box that was underneath some charred furniture.
"What a mess." She said to herself quietly. If it were up to her, she would spend the entire night remodeling and repairing the entire office, just to make sure that everything was safe.