You're too cute Connie but, I'm not telling you who it is just yet, maybe ... I dunno, I'm writing these off the top of my head, please pardon the really bad grammar. 
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"What the devil do you mean I can't ... the Cairo office is gone. Teddy's gone missing, and you can't tell me what's going on in London? Tiffany we've got problems." Ottery exclaimed at the face in the fire.
"The garbage pick up is also saying you're delinquent but ..."
"We have a bloody secret headquarters under the Eiffel Tower. How is the garbage pick up delinquent? We don't have garbage pick up!" Ottery cried out.
"I'm just telling you what all is going on, Otts. I'm not the one who created the problems," Tiffany replied. "Maybe if you came into the office to check on things a little more often instead of going all over the world doing all sorts of crazy shenanigans."
"Oh, so now you're my boss."
"Don't be cross Otty, I'm on your side."
"You're also the one who takes care of all my ... well everything."
"I was on holiday for two weeks remember, you were supposed to take over for me or get someone else?"
"That was last week?"
"The last two weeks, doll," Tiffany replied. "I'll see what I can do about the garbage but ..."
"That still doesn't explain who the devil is stealing MY operatives! Where the devil are Teddy and Freddie and everyone? Call in Ron and Harry, this is important. Get me Dumbledore and get Fudge on the line."
"I'll see what I can find out ,Ottery, but all signs point to ... one of your old friends."
The fire in the furnace went out. Ottery paced up and down the room of the castle. He took his wand and started blasting things. He screamed and cried and found himself sitting in the middle of the room laughing and opted to go into the kitchen for a bowl full of ice cream.
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Conrad Fate was not one given to failure. He did not accept the existence of any such thing because quite simply the only people who failed were those who weren't trying hard enough. Failure was for losers. So the bitter taste of his present setback left him annoyed.
"I can't believe that oafish buffoon beat Madison and me. At least if the girl had gotten away with it, I could understand. She's a world famous cat thief but that idiot? Ottery St. Catchpole can't find his socks in the morning which is why they never match."
"You're taking it quite well," the cat replied, as they walked down the Paris street.
"Yes, well ..." The boy took a box out of his pants, opened it, and took out a pocky stick. "I need chocolate, don't judge me." He slammed the tin box shut and shoved it back in his pocket.
"I'm not judging anything, I'm just wondering what the devil you and ... your associate are plotting."
"Everyone's interested in these Death Stalker kids running around taking revenge on Death Eaters. Just a bunch of punks who are going to get strung up by their knickers. I want the painting."
"Yes, but why? What's so important about the thing that makes everyone want it?" Prince asked the boy.
"You want the honest truth?" Here Conrad smirked.
"I wouldn't be averse to it but feel free to embellish if it makes you happy. Just remember, you can't lie to a cat. We always know."
"Old wives' tale."
Here Prince only smiled in reply.
"It might be a horcrux. Whose horcrux, it isn't possible to know but ... there's a fair few dark wizards who might have taken that road to a long life. Grindelwald, Voldemort, Dumbledore ..."
"Dumbledore isn't a dark wizard," Prince corrected.
"It just depends on how you look at it, doesn't it?"
"Or who's doing the looking, no?" Prince meowed as some muggles passed by and Conrad fought the urge to spell the cat. Prince was too smart for his own good and Conrad didn't trust him anymore than he trusted his associate. It would be a very short matter of time before Ottery got wind of the mess in his house and he'd have to go fix it. All of which was well and good but Conrad had to get his hands on that painting first otherwise he would have to get involved with Ottery's mess and that would mean interfering with his associate's plans.
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