Viewing Room & Holding Cells
 

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The three holding cells double as interrogation rooms, each with an unbreakable mirror and a heavy door on one wall and nothing else to speak of aside from a table and a few chairs. One has a light that stretches from the ceiling and swings gently this way and that, casting a yellow glow that is constantly and lazily in motion around the white painted room, while rooms Two and Three have fixed lights, that provide a horrible artificial tint of colour.

Behind the mirror of course a MLE employee could stand and see into the room itself. These mirrors are charmable and not always activated. Sometimes they simply appear to be mirrors on both sides. Any investigation carried out within these rooms will be recorded in pensieve form for later reviewing.

There is no escaping these rooms but likewise, if you're within one, you'll be perfectly safe from anyone seeking to cause you harm.

You are here.

Room 1: Amarantha de Talone, Time Thief
Room 2:
Room 3:

ooc: This area is not accessible by non MLE employees. A Caterwauling charm plus several other protection charms are in place here. However, if you have been invited or asked to RP here by a DMLE employee, you are more than welcome to do so, just be sure to follow their instructions! (and have fun).

Room 1
 

Damien nodded his approval at Sabel and then wiped his brow. "Send a patronus to the office and call for Dacs, Isobel, Emily, and... well an open invitation to come on in."

An open invitation?

Sabel glanced up from his kneeling position beside his charge, a frown contorting his features. For a moment he simply watched Damien, drawing his wand up and gradually turning his attention to casting the patronus.

It came without an incantation: silver light streaming forth, rolling and coursing on the faint drafts in the room until an otter could be seen in its light. With a chuckle and a playful squeak, it skittered through the door and down the hallway, its absence turning the room that much more gloomy.

"Is this to be a group interrogation, Sir?" Sabel was surprised at the quietness of his own voice, his eyes remaining on the door where the last stream of light had been. He really didn't want to look at Damien right now, for fear of the answer he might see.

After streaking through the office, Emily got to the Holding Cells ... what in the name of Merlin's stripey underwear was going on?!

Noticing that Room one was sudenly occupied she slipped inside to see Damien, Sabel... and women....

"You called," she said smirking slightly as she eyed the perpetrators.

Dacs received a message via patronus to come to the vewing room. She opened the door to see Damien with a woman, in the chair and her hands bound behind her back. She didn't need to say much, she just knew that she came at the right time.

Closing the door behind her she leaned against the wall and waited as the culprit apprehended was unconscious.

And to whoever is in the viewing room.
 

While he had sent the patronus and thus knew better than anyone (except perhaps Damien) how open the invitation was, Sabel couldn't help but grind his teeth at each and every person that appeared. He didn't really care much about those Damien had called: interrogations needed bodies. But...

"Stop smirking Emily. This isn't a damn spectacle." He chanced his fellow trainee a disapproving glance. Sure, they had entered Hogwarts and threatened the school and no he had no love for people that did that. But this wasn't fun and games either.

In an effort to contain his agitation, he returned his attention back to the bonds of the woman he had brought in. This was his fifth check of them, but it was the only thing he had to preoccupy his mind. While he had yet to see it, he had heard Aurors could be hard people and when that concept was combined with 'interrogation', well, he didn't want to think too hard on the outcome.

Sabel's comment struck her by surprise.. did he just snap at her? What in the bloody burning of Merlins undies was his problem? She raised an eyebrow at him, then looked back at the perpetrators. Did he ... care about them?

Heh.
"Oh shut it," she replied coolly.
She seriously hoped he wasn't about to get all gooey and soft. The last thing she wanted to see was a man her age fawning over two criminals getting them tea and biscuits and talking about his feelings. And he seriously wanted to be an Auror?

Emily waited patiently, as the others made their way out- on Damiens orders..... this was going to be very interesting indeed. Something about it was exciting, her mind was buzzing, she was alert... and eager.

Benjamin noticed as Gabriel entered as well. Now it was a party! "Good day, Gabriel," Ben said. "Interested as well?" Clearly. Ben was taken aback when the newbie snapped. "Geez, what's his deal," The Detective thought out loud. He moved back away from the glass a little, as to make room for everyone.

His fellow employees shuffled into the viewing room, and Ben nodded at each of them. "So, what's the situation?" looking to anyone for the answer.

"Certainly am," Gabriel answered Ben, momentarily looking away from the glass and in the Detective's direction. He raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned back and studied the faces of the women tied up in the other room. He ignored Sabel's outburst, and the responses from Damien and Emily. Chances are the kids hadn't ever done anything like D was about to do, so any agitation was understandable.

Keeping an ear out for anyone else entering the room, Gabe heard Ben ask another question. Didn't have a complete answer to that one though. "Polyjuiced as students at Hogwarts is all I know. I guess we'll see in a minute..."

Gabe didn't even need to look sideways to know who it was that had stepped up next to him. He'd spoken enough to Blaise to recognise the man by voice alone.

"Truthfully? No idea," he whispered in reply. "Bought in from Hogwarts apparently." So it was either unconnected, or the Cult's tentacles stretched everywhere.

Now Damien had got rid of anyone who didn't need to be there, Gabe leaned on the mirror frame and crossed his arms again. This could get even more interesting.

"Hogwarts?" Blaise asked, his voice laced with concern. "My younger sister is there."

He would ask if Gabe knew anything more than that, but he looked as clueless as everyone else did in here. Considering Damien said something about handing these people over to MLES... he THOUGHT that was them, but he wasn't sure.

So, to be safe, he thought he'd ask.

"So after Damien's done, where do they go next?"

"Polyjuiced," Ben repeated. What was her motive? He hoped Damien would say something.

"Ikenna Gevrik," was all Ben had to say about that. He was most certainly apart of the cult, and most certainly at Hogwarts. "There are cult members at Hogwarts. This woman isn't necessarily one, but I wouldn't be surprised."

Turning towards Blaise, Ben gave a comforting smile. "Don't worry," he said swiftly. And that's all he needed to say. Students at Hogwarts were NOT getting hurt. The teachers there were experts, and so is the MLE.

Ben looked through the glass before hearing the question. "Well, we won't find out until Damien, well, finds out." Newbie. "Chances are, we," the MLE, "Will get blamed for 'falsely arresting' this woman... Speaking in the state of the ministry..."

There was nothing for it but to shut up and stand back. Or that was the message he was getting from both his colleague and his superior. With a dark frown at Emily and a restrained agitated look towards Damien, he rose to his feet and moved silently to the Head Auror's side.

He wasn't going to back out. Especially not when Hogwarts was involved. But that didn't mean he had to like any of it. Or how some of the attendies seemed so eager. It put him on edge.

Shifting his weight, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the cool wall. While his wand was still in his hand, it was more for safety than anything else. At least, those were his intentions. Whatever Damien was thinking of.....he didn't want to know.

Dacs nodded once at Damien and headed out the door. She didn't take offense to his tone as she wanted to get to the bottom of things just as bad as he did. Besides, this woman better have a spine or Damien is going to steam roll her without much effort.

As she joined the others in the viewing room she leaned against the wall behind them all. She wasn't in the best of moods and rather concentrated on what was going on in the interrogation room for now. Darkening her eyes she folded her arms over her chest she waited.

Sweet Pea was not in the best of moods, and waking up in the Ministry of Magic did not improve her mood.

She blinked a few times against the glare of the overhead light. She tried to move and found she was bound to the chair and her hands were tied. Her brown eyes burned with intensity as she looked at the man who had stunned her and dragged her to the ministry. "You wouldn't look so smug if I wasn't tied to this chair," she growled trying to yank her hands free.

Blaise couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ben's mention of falsely arresting the woman. Of course - anything the Cult, Recard, or Borr could pull out of their overgloried rear ends and blame the MLE for, they would.

"I figured as much after Damien finds out," he said. "But, hypothetically speaking. Not guilty, released but kept watch on. Guilty - possibly taken to the cells to stay, if there's no interference. Correct?"

He just wanted to make sure of this. It seemed logical, but one could never be too safe.

Blaise narrowed his eyes as the woman woke up. He studied her closely, watching her body language and the way she seemed so smug and like she was better than them. He raised a brow as he continued to observe her.

There was something about this woman. Something... wrong. Maybe his gut instincts were right.

But, he'd have to wait till Damien started interrogating.

Training his wand on the woman that woke and started talking smack he smirked moreso. "Darling, I would look smug if you were trying to attack me. Now first things first, love. YOu are going to tell me what your name is. We can go from there."

Emily moved around and positioned herself close behind Damien- though not too close as to crowd him, she watched the woman as she woke... heh, she had a mouth on her. Funny... she wondered what Sabel thought of the woman now.

She watched and waited in anticipation.