Well well. Mr. 'has a response for everything' strikes again. So much for all of those years in the debate league. Blackstone was not appearing very cool. And this was not going very easily. "Repello Muggletum" he muttered, swishing his wand over the dealership.

"How many of your own facts do I have to read to you, Penney?" he asked. Blackstone stopped pacing and took off his sunglasses, looking straight at him. "Records are there, we've been pursuing this case for months. Now we have your records. You've been selling taxi service with these cars, offering to take people to the cup.- SpeRevelio!" he added, his wand passing over the empty lot.

"Those cars are bewitched, without conforming to any ministry regulation. Nothing registered with the QWC administrators, not with the department of transportation..."

Blackstone paused, having been a little aggravated. Particularly at the fact that this person was cooler than he was- and he didn't have the sunglasses!

Covington knew he was wrong. Blackstone knew he was wrong. Blackstone knew Covington knew he was wrong. But Blackstone knew Covington knew Blackstone knew he wouldn't say he was.

Blackstone blinked, perplexed. He took a deep breath and continued. "Look. You aren't fooling anyone here. The harder you make this for us, the worse it's going to be for you" he said, pulling out a wand and his ministry badge.