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Looking to Emily he then nodded his head at the other one and said, "Do the same. Sabel. Out." He started making his way to the door then. Only pausing to wait for Emily to do as she was told.
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Looking to Emily he then nodded his head at the other one and said, "Do the same. Sabel. Out." He started making his way to the door then. Only pausing to wait for Emily to do as she was told.
Emily nodded her understanding, looking from Damien to the... Other one. Heh. This should be good. Moving over, Emily stood beside the other perpetrator. "Alright sunshine... lets see what's in that head of yours."
After conjuring a small vial, she began to extract the perps memories, collecting the silvery whisps into the vial before replacing the stopper. As soon as she was done she turned on her heel and went after Damien, all the while wondering what secrets those memories held.
Looking to Emily he then nodded his head at the other one and said, "Do the same. Sabel. Out." He started making his way to the door then. Only pausing to wait for Emily to do as she was told.
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Emily nodded her understanding, looking from Damien to the... Other one. Heh. This should be good. Moving over, Emily stood beside the other perpetrator. "Alright sunshine... lets see what's in that head of yours."
After conjuring a small vial, she began to extract the perps memories, collecting the silvery whisps into the vial before replacing the stopper. As soon as she was done she turned on her heel and went after Damien, all the while wondering what secrets those memories held.
Despite how sickened he felt at everything, Sabel forced himself to watch. He supposed Damien had shown some kindness in simply drawing the memories out, but that didn't mean he agreed with the man, let alone anyone else in the room.
This time, when he was ordered out, there was no question as to if he had an option or not. Shoving away from the wall, he spared one last glance at the women before yanking the door open and leaving. He didn't bother to wait for Emily or Damien, but stalked down the hallway a few feet to gain a bit of breathing room.
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Ahh. Perfect. Isobel watched Damien, and then Emily extract the two women's memories. Well at least they were going to get the answers that wanted now. It might not have been the way they wanted, it probably would've been better for the women to give them the answers there selves, but this way worked pretty well too. At least there was no way they could lie in their memories.
Hmm. She turned, glancing at Damien as he walked to the door. Nice to be acknowledged really. Folding her arms, she watched Emily again. Okay. So...should she stay here? She supposed the women needed watching, even though there was still some of the other department workers watching.
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Damien watched Sabel stalking out like a child... and then glanced at Isobel... whom he had NOT forgotten was there, and said, "Tired of messing with them. Now it's time for them to be processed and prosecuted. Need to get the MLES and Wizengamot alerted. Emily, give me the memories. I will call Van and meet him in the Pensieve room. Thank you for your help, all of you. Sorry there wasn't more to partake in." Not really. Quick, efficient, less trouble. That's what this was.
Pulling out his wand he sent a Patronus to Evander and waited on the others to file out of the room so he could set up small protective enchantments on the door.. extra safety measures never hurt anyone.
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Damien watched Sabel stalking out like a child... and then glanced at Isobel... whom he had NOT forgotten was there, and said, "Tired of messing with them. Now it's time for them to be processed and prosecuted. Need to get the MLES and Wizengamot alerted. Emily, give me the memories. I will call Van and meet him in the Pensieve room. Thank you for your help, all of you. Sorry there wasn't more to partake in." Not really. Quick, efficient, less trouble. That's what this was.
Pulling out his wand he sent a Patronus to Evander and waited on the others to file out of the room so he could set up small protective enchantments on the door.. extra safety measures never hurt anyone.
On her way out of the room Emily handed Damien the memories, as instructed. He was sorry there wasn't much more to do? Emily wasn't phased, she'd enjoyed the experience, and efficiency was important anyway, especially with MLE being targetted for NOT being efficient. Pfft fat load of dragon dung.
"Thanks Damien," she said before making her way out. She appreciated the experience. And looked forward to finding out what was going to happen next. And she wanted to know what those memories contained... very curious indeed.
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It was understandable that Damien was tired of messing them. It clearly was not efficient to keep talking to them if they really weren't talking what you wanted. Nodding at Damien, Isobel excited the room. That had been interesting, kind of. At least these people would get what was coming to them now. Smiling at Emily, she wandered back towards the auror office.
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Sweet Pea pulled herself from under the haze of unconsciousness and shook the cob webs from her brain. She opened a blurry eye and sighed, she was still in the room with the Ministry idiots. She saw the small vials containing her memories. She let out a weak giggle, "Do tell me what you find in those." she told them.
Boy was he going to be mad when he finds out the only memories she had was of being a Hogwarts student and a few from when she was a small child, nothing more. Her captain had taken all her other memories for just an occasion as this.
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Victor stood weakly, loosing his knees so that the French will have difficulities dragging him around. Serves him right! Why did he suddenly came up and tackled him? With a low, husky voice, he spoke. "Do I need a reason to curse when I'm being caught?" he said mockingly at them. Oh, now they're going to the Ministry? Brilliant!
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Isobel eyed the man gently, crossing her arms. Muttering really? It wasn't that good. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to have manners around women?" Clearly not. But Isobel wasn't used to men having manners really. Or using manners. So yes. It didn't really matter to her. "But at least you understand that you've been caught." Because she and this man made a pretty great team...whoeover he was. And now it was time to get back to the ministry, and get him into the holding cells.
That would require her holding onto the two men. You know. So that she was able to side along apparate them. Well the french man was going to be easy, considering that she was pretty sure it was Wesley. Smiling at him, she slipped her hand into his, before roughly grabbing onto the other guy, and apparating them away. Perfect.
Once they were back in the Ministry, Wes threw their arrestee into Cell Two and then stormed out of there and back to where Izzy was, on the other side of the interrogation glass. He took off his scarf and looked into a nearby mirror to un-do his disguise, smirking over at her.
"Well. Mademoiselle, how do you think we did? And just who do we have here?"
He chanced a glance through the two-way glass, giving the guy --- who he had left tied up, by the way --- a dirty look. Some kind of criminal he was indeed.
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Once they were back in the Ministry, Wes threw their arrestee into Cell Two and then stormed out of there and back to where Izzy was, on the other side of the interrogation glass. He took off his scarf and looked into a nearby mirror to un-do his disguise, smirking over at her.
"Well. Mademoiselle, how do you think we did? And just who do we have here?"
He chanced a glance through the two-way glass, giving the guy --- who he had left tied up, by the way --- a dirty look. Some kind of criminal he was indeed.
Does this man had any manners at all? Throwing people into a cell room just like that. Victor rolled on his back before pushing himself to the nearest wall. "I thought this is the interrogating room. Where are the interrogators?" he exclaimed in the direction of the glass window. He hoped his wand was still with the brunette so he could operate his plan smoothly.
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After Wrekin didn't respond to his foot nudge, Wes assumed it was safe to say that the man was successfully captured, stunned, and out cold. Well ABOUT DAMN TIME! He couldn't help smiling proudly as he looked from the Cultist on the floor to the Auror beside him.
Speaking of said auror..... "Izzy?" She didn't look so good, come to think of it, and there WAS a big gash on her forehead.... Wes pulled her in next to him and gave her shoulder a rub. "Don't worry, babe, we're going back to level two now. Can you just do me a favor and grab Wrekin's hand there? ....there there, that's it now..."
Wes hugged her tight and apparated the three of them out of Armen's wrecked office and down to the cells on Level Two. It'd been a surprisingly good day so far; hopefully the rest of the MLE could say the same.
Okay. Her head was really hurting now. Like aching. Iz was glad when Wes pulled her against him. At least she couldn't fall over with him doing that. "Yeah..." Because well she did want to try and be useful. It was her job after all. "I got it." The blonde grabbed Wrekin's hand. There, something slightly useful. At least she didn't have to think about apparating them anywhere, Izzy was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to manage that. Her head was just feeling rather muddled right now.
Ooh. They were back on level 2 now, which was good. Even though her head was feeling rather fuzzy now. Both of just generally being fuzzy, and the apparition. "Let me go open the door..." Because well, Wes would probably get the dude in better than she could. Dropping Wrekin's hand, Iz wobbled her way over to the holding cell door, and opened it.
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The otter couldn't find Damien, of that it was visibly and undeniably worried and disappointed. It was clear from the way it's little, round ears drooped and its whiskers twitched this way and that, beady eyes glancing down every corridor as it slunk forward.
That was, until it poked its head around the corner to the holding cells and saw a familiar face. An excited squeak sent the patronus bounding towards the woman, skidding around the others and right into Isobel's legs. Backing up a little with a slight head-shake, it took a glance at the others with curiosity before putting its paws on the woman's leg and blinking up at her.
"Gevrik and Recard have been disarmed and are, Merlin willing, down for the take." Sabel's voice came through with less chipperness than the otter seemed to display, its whiskers twitching every few words. "Evander, Gabriel, a man I believe is the Undersecretary, Gevrik and myself have all sustained injuries, but we should be good to manage them."
Dropping back onto its four legs, the otter spared a glance over its shoulder before looking back up at Isobel. "I hope, you are all well." Then it was bounding back down the corridor the way it had come, skidding around the corner and out of sight.
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Wes watched Izzy wobble away with worry written all over her face. She had definitely sustained some sort of head injury back up on Level Six, and although he wasn't sure what to do about it, he was pretty certain that she shouldn't be moving around like that....
Regardless, he had a job to do and a Cultist to dispose of. Once Izzy had the door open, Wes flicked his wand at the stunned man beside him and levitated Wrekin into Holding Cell three. He dumped him on the floor and then slammed the door shut, locking it with a variety of charms and jinxes, before heading over to his girlfriend.
Just then, though, an otter patronus popped up, and Wes recognized its speaking voice as that of Sabel Dakest. Oh good, everyone was all right, and even better, Gevrik and Recard were down. Amazing, they had captured almost all of the Cult in one day.
"Izzy...." Wes muttered once the otter had disappeared, "do you want to head down to the Atrium? Or... er.... let me get you a chair...." He summoned one from the lobby area and it came rolling over to them with a squeak. "Sit down, dear. I'm worried about you."
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Once she'd opened the door Izzy had to kind of lean against the wall a little. All this moving around wasn't doing her any good, although she still felt like she really needed to do something. She was supposed to be a senior auror, but she really did not feel like one right now. She rubbed her head as she watched Wes shove Wrekin into the holding cell. Well at least he was dealt with now. She was about to look at him, when an otter suddenly appeared. Izzy tried to remember if that was the patronus of any of the guys on their team, but she really couldn't. Luckily she remembered the sound of the voice. It was Sabel. Ooh. Armen and Gevrik were down. Well that was good. But a couple of them were hurt too.
Iz looked up at Wes just ask her spoke to her. He was worried about her? "No...no..." She looked between the chair, and him, reaching out to hold onto his arm. She couldn't sit down, she had a job to do! "We need to go Atrium....job to do."
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Once she'd opened the door Izzy had to kind of lean against the wall a little. All this moving around wasn't doing her any good, although she still felt like she really needed to do something. She was supposed to be a senior auror, but she really did not feel like one right now. She rubbed her head as she watched Wes shove Wrekin into the holding cell. Well at least he was dealt with now. She was about to look at him, when an otter suddenly appeared. Izzy tried to remember if that was the patronus of any of the guys on their team, but she really couldn't. Luckily she remembered the sound of the voice. It was Sabel. Ooh. Armen and Gevrik were down. Well that was good. But a couple of them were hurt too.
Iz looked up at Wes just ask her spoke to her. He was worried about her? "No...no..." She looked between the chair, and him, reaching out to hold onto his arm. She couldn't sit down, she had a job to do! "We need to go Atrium....job to do."
Wes was not going to take no for an answer. Isobel was CLEARLY injured and he did NOT want her passing out on him or losing consciousness.
"No, Izzy, really, I INSIST that you sit." he directed her by the shoulders to the the chair, making sure that her bum found the seat. "There, better?" But apparently it wasn't, since she was still rambling --- only half coherently --- about needing to go to the atrium. "Our job's done, love. I need YOU to get better now, okay?"
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Wes was not going to take no for an answer. Isobel was CLEARLY injured and he did NOT want her passing out on him or losing consciousness.
"No, Izzy, really, I INSIST that you sit." he directed her by the shoulders to the the chair, making sure that her bum found the seat. "There, better?" But apparently it wasn't, since she was still rambling --- only half coherently --- about needing to go to the atrium. "Our job's done, love. I need YOU to get better now, okay?"
"Okay..." Because Wes did seem pretty insistant, and maybe it would make her head feel a bit better. Isobel allowed him to direct her down into the chair, and she half smiled at him. It did feel a bit better to not be on her feet. Hopefully her head would stop being annoying now, because she was pretty certain that they had not done their job. They hadn't found D'Isigny yet. So even with her fuzzy head, she was sure they had no done their job yet.
"I'll be fine." She pretty sure she'd be fine. "Just...a bit dizzy." Which was a bit weird, but she was sure she would be fine. "Where's everyone else?" Izzy frowned, feeling a bit confused. "Is nobody at work today?"
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Most protection charms were off in the Atrium as well as the Department of Ministries, but Legend doubted the ones in the MLE would be down. It was exactly why he had apparated right outside the lifts and had taken to dragging Recard's body the rest of the way.
Legend could have easily placed a levitating spell on the unconscious man to make him easier to carry but in all truths the YATI just hoped that by dragging him and making him bump into stuff he'd get more bruises.
He tapped his wand against door one, muttering a few spells before it opened. Without any real compassion (Evander was teaching him loads!) Legend tossed Recard's body to the corner of the cell and left the room. He'd guard it from outside.
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Growling to himself, Wes stomped into the holding cells and over to Cell Three, where he dragged out the still unconscious Alexander Wrekin. He dragged the man out of the cells and down the hallway a few paces, nodding at Chosen as he passed by, until a reached a clear space of corridor where he could apparate safely.
Wes made sure he had a tighthold on Wrekin's shoulder and then closed his eyes, apparating off to Azkaban with a resounding POP!
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Once they were back in the Ministry, Wes threw their arrestee into Cell Two and then stormed out of there and back to where Izzy was, on the other side of the interrogation glass. He took off his scarf and looked into a nearby mirror to un-do his disguise, smirking over at her.
"Well. Mademoiselle, how do you think we did? And just who do we have here?"
He chanced a glance through the two-way glass, giving the guy --- who he had left tied up, by the way --- a dirty look. Some kind of criminal he was indeed.
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Does this man had any manners at all? Throwing people into a cell room just like that. Victor rolled on his back before pushing himself to the nearest wall. "I thought this is the interrogating room. Where are the interrogators?" he exclaimed in the direction of the glass window. He hoped his wand was still with the brunette so he could operate his plan smoothly.
Isobel was glad to be back in level 2. Now she could get rid of her diguise, and sort this man out. She watched with a grin on her face as Wes threw the man into the holding cell. Oh yes, Wes was pretty good at this capturing criminals thing. Iz wandered into the interrogation room, using her wand to remove her disguise as she did so. Pretty perfect. The diguise has worked quite well, but she liked looking her normal self. She smirked as the man took of his disguise, revealing himself to be Wes. What a pleasent surprise.
"I know you're not french Ferguson..." She smirked at him, walking over to the two-way mirror. Perfect. The man was all nicely tied up in there, and she had locked his wand safely in the draw of her desk. No escaping. "Well, I think we did quite well." She mused with a smile. Excellent actually. "He's called Victor, he's pretty much on the wanted list." Hence why she had really wanted to get him in. "I caught him crucioing one of Gabe's officers."
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Isobel was glad to be back in level 2. Now she could get rid of her diguise, and sort this man out. She watched with a grin on her face as Wes threw the man into the holding cell. Oh yes, Wes was pretty good at this capturing criminals thing. Iz wandered into the interrogation room, using her wand to remove her disguise as she did so. Pretty perfect. The diguise has worked quite well, but she liked looking her normal self. She smirked as the man took of his disguise, revealing himself to be Wes. What a pleasent surprise.
"I know you're not french Ferguson..." She smirked at him, walking over to the two-way mirror. Perfect. The man was all nicely tied up in there, and she had locked his wand safely in the draw of her desk. No escaping. "Well, I think we did quite well." She mused with a smile. Excellent actually. "He's called Victor, he's pretty much on the wanted list." Hence why she had really wanted to get him in. "I caught him crucioing one of Gabe's officers."
"Not French? Oui I must... protest..." Wes started in a French accent, dropping it swiftly as he turned around and saw that his girl had lost her disguise too. He flashed her a wry grin before turning his attention back on their subject. Victor. Well well. Victor wasn't looking so victorious right now, was he?
Wanted list, eh? "So he's looking at an Azkaban sentence already... any idea of what else he's wanted for?" And.... "Which officer?" Wes added softly. "Is he/she okay?"
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Isobel was glad to be back in level 2. Now she could get rid of her diguise, and sort this man out. She watched with a grin on her face as Wes threw the man into the holding cell. Oh yes, Wes was pretty good at this capturing criminals thing. Iz wandered into the interrogation room, using her wand to remove her disguise as she did so. Pretty perfect. The diguise has worked quite well, but she liked looking her normal self. She smirked as the man took of his disguise, revealing himself to be Wes. What a pleasent surprise.
"I know you're not french Ferguson..." She smirked at him, walking over to the two-way mirror. Perfect. The man was all nicely tied up in there, and she had locked his wand safely in the draw of her desk. No escaping. "Well, I think we did quite well." She mused with a smile. Excellent actually. "He's called Victor, he's pretty much on the wanted list." Hence why she had really wanted to get him in. "I caught him crucioing one of Gabe's officers."
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"Not French? Oui I must... protest..." Wes started in a French accent, dropping it swiftly as he turned around and saw that his girl had lost her disguise too. He flashed her a wry grin before turning his attention back on their subject. Victor. Well well. Victor wasn't looking so victorious right now, was he?
Wanted list, eh? "So he's looking at an Azkaban sentence already... any idea of what else he's wanted for?" And.... "Which officer?" Wes added softly. "Is he/she okay?"
After several minutes, Victor stood up with his hand on the wall supporting him. First, he tried to disapparate, but felt a vibration when he was doing so. Clearly the anti-apparition jinx had been set up. It was obvious because if there was no such protection, criminals could easily escape. But it was worth a try.
Slowly dragging his feet, Victor approached the mirror as he saw his reflection with a bruise just right under his left eye. The man with bright brown hair chuckled, but suddenly let out an angry bawl before he gave a blow on the mirror. The mirror vibrated, but didn't shatter. Bloody MLE!
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"Not French? Oui I must... protest..." Wes started in a French accent, dropping it swiftly as he turned around and saw that his girl had lost her disguise too. He flashed her a wry grin before turning his attention back on their subject. Victor. Well well. Victor wasn't looking so victorious right now, was he?
Wanted list, eh? "So he's looking at an Azkaban sentence already... any idea of what else he's wanted for?" And.... "Which officer?" Wes added softly. "Is he/she okay?"
"Didn't think so." Isobel grinned at him, as he turned back around. Yes, she much preferred her australian man to this new French man. Isobel turned her attention back to the man, watching him. It felt good to have managed to bring someone it. Felt very good. "It was Lights." The young girl. Isobel was kind of glad that she'd been there. Iz didn't really want to think of what would have happened to Lights if she hadn't been there. "I'm gonna go make sure she's okay later. Her husband showed up and took her home." Which kind of worked. Hopefully she'd be okay.
Oh. What he was on the list for? Iz mused, trying to remember. "He murdered his parents." Which was pretty bad. Isobel didn't really like her parents, but she wouldn't have been able to murder them. No. She flinched a little as Victor gave the mirror a blow. Of course it wouldn't smash. They weren't stupid. "Better luck next time..." She mused, grinning at him through the mirror.
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After several minutes, Victor stood up with his hand on the wall supporting him. First, he tried to disapparate, but felt a vibration when he was doing so. Clearly the anti-apparition jinx had been set up. It was obvious because if there was no such protection, criminals could easily escape. But it was worth a try.
Slowly dragging his feet, Victor approached the mirror as he saw his reflection with a bruise just right under his left eye. The man with bright brown hair chuckled, but suddenly let out an angry bawl before he gave a blow on the mirror. The mirror vibrated, but didn't shatter. Bloody MLE!
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"Didn't think so." Isobel grinned at him, as he turned back around. Yes, she much preferred her australian man to this new French man. Isobel turned her attention back to the man, watching him. It felt good to have managed to bring someone it. Felt very good. "It was Lights." The young girl. Isobel was kind of glad that she'd been there. Iz didn't really want to think of what would have happened to Lights if she hadn't been there. "I'm gonna go make sure she's okay later. Her husband showed up and took her home." Which kind of worked. Hopefully she'd be okay.
Oh. What he was on the list for? Iz mused, trying to remember. "He murdered his parents." Which was pretty bad. Isobel didn't really like her parents, but she wouldn't have been able to murder them. No. She flinched a little as Victor gave the mirror a blow. Of course it wouldn't smash. They weren't stupid. "Better luck next time..." She mused, grinning at him through the mirror.
Idiot. Wes watched their captive, not even blinking when the man approached the two-sided mirror and gave it a failure of a punch.
"Lights," he repeated, still staring at the guy. "Lights. I think I remember her." One of Gabe's team, if his memory served him correctly. "I sure hope she's okay. We don't really need to lose anyone else." Not with employees quitting and their boss being injured and.... well who knew what the future would hold.
Murdered his parents?! Wesley's eyebrows shot up at that. He'd...been involved in his fair share of less-than-lawful encounters, but even when he had been a vampire bounty hunter, he had never been THAT ruthless. Squaring his shoulders, Wes let out a little sigh and loped toward the door.
"Guess I'll go... try to talk some sense into him." Or at least talk TO him.
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Tired of waiting, Victor kicked one chair to door and it clanged. His brown hair was covering almost his entire face, but nothing can hide those cold, black eyes. He pushed his hair backwards before sprawling out on the table at the centre of the holding cell. "Pssh!! What are those cissies up to now?" he sneered. They were wasting his time and Victor never liked it when people wasted his time!
After a few minutes trying to calm down, Victor stood back on his feet and approached the mirror. He looked into the mirror so intensely as if he knew the aurors were just right on the other side. "Yo, cissies! I don't like to be kept waiting!" sneered Victor again.
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Wesley was right. They didn't need to lose anyone else. "We can drop by their house later, to check on her." They were more experienced that Lights was, so Isobel would feel more settled knowing that the girl was okay. Hopefully the girl would be okay, she hadn't looked that badly injured when she'd gone home. But then you could never know. After all, Isobel had looked pretty fine in the battle, but she had still gotten pretty hurt. But right now, they had a criminal to interrogate, and it would make Izzy feel much better to see him on his way to Azakaban. She rolled her eyes as she watched Victor kick chairs at the door. That was not going to work. Was the man stupid?
"Be careful..." Iz murmered, holding onto his arm for a moment. She didn't want Victor throwing a chair or something at Wesley. That would not be good. "Want me to come?" She asked, watching Victor through the glass. It might've been better with two of them in there. But it was up to Wes...
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It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix
But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain
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