"An exploding flowerpot?" Ben asked in awe. "How absurd," he chuckled. Well, that certainly didn't happen everyday did it? That was just his luck that it would happen when he was wandering around--or at least, he THOUGHT he had been wandering around here. How else would he have gotten here? The man said he had brought it to them--he had been wandering around with a lethal flowerpot? Good Merlin, he was becoming more confused by the moment.

"St. Mungos?" he asked. That name rang a bell in his head somewhere--it was distant though, just like the names Ben and Cale. "Isn't that a nutter house? I'm not going to a nutter house!" he refused, crossing his arms moodily again. "I want someone to give me a potion or something so I can get rid of this bloody headache!" he snapped.

Frida looked to the woman slightly concerned, "Have you tried 'rennervate'?" She asks quietly and looks Andi over with a careful eye, "Sometimes that does the trick. I know several of my family has gone to St. Mungos, and all they have done is a reviving spell and a recommendation. Nothing more." It worked with a stunning spell, yes, but also with certain medical emergencies.
"Yes, the Ministry." Frida said softly as she bid the man to move his head over a little more so that she could see better.
She listened to Ben speak to the other guy, "I think you may have had a very nasty bump on the head." Frida went on to say, "Tell me, what exactly do you remember before you came here? What happened and where were you?" Apparently, someone was in need of a repaired memory.
"It is very absurd." Frida said in an almost playful voice, Ben seemed to need all the reassurement he could get.

"No, no, it's not a crazy house. It's a hospital where people go to he healed when they are sick or injured." She felt the back of Ben's head carefully, maybe there was a big bump too that was causing him pain. "Oh! You've got a nasty bump there." Frida said as her hand passed over a very hot place, and could actually feel the area was higher.
It was almost like talking to a child...a big, grown child....

Andrina groaned softly as she felt herself being dropped and then caught again. Whose voice was that above hers?? Ahhh it was Thomas... she thought.. What had happened? First she was in Thomas's arms, and then.. next thing she knew she was well... unconscious, and having a hard time breathing... " What happened?" She croaked out softly as she coughed, goodness, what had happened??

"Mr Cobblesten's flowerpot exploded and you were trapped in the corner. He actually obliviated himself, I believe,"Margot replied Andi. She was no longer that 19 year old fresh graduate. She was a little more grown up. The way she handled things, she was more straight forward. She had learnt from Andi these 2 years to grow up.

"And...Andrina, you better get to the hospital, along with Mr Cobblesten here,"Margot lifted her eyebrow at that man..the boss who didn't remember his own name!! She walked to Mr Cobblesten and held his arm, somewhat like bodyguard-ish, looking all serious. She needed to send them to the hospital for treatment!! Mr Cobblesten needs... memory repairs, perhaps enhancement. Andrina needs to get her wound cleaned up and her lungs checked. She was probably inhaling alot of that smoke when she went out. Margot touched her face to feel that the light scratches had dried. There was nothing to worry about. She doesn't bleed as easily as before.

"Mr. Cobblesten...we're going to have your memory repaired and hopefully you will remember where you got that blasted flower pot from,","she gave a little smile, but she was stern. She wanted to know who had planned for that attack. She had to switch to supporting his weight by putting his arms around her shoulders, halfway through the corridor. He looked really tipsy.

"NO!" Ben snapped, crossing his arms and sitting down against the wall, like some demented, overgrown child. "I already told you, I'm not going to the hospital! And can someone PLEASE just give me something for this headache?" he asked again. Why was no one listening to him? He had a vague memory of this place now, and he was certain he was a figure authority of some kind when he came here--he demanded respect, gosh darnit!

"Oh, look, she's awake!" he said with a smile, pointing at the woman who had been unconscious for a while now.

Thomas chuckled at Margot's very complete and business-like explanation.
He held Andi into a sitting position and gave her a small squeeze on the waist. "How do you feel?"

He looked up at Ben "Well, ok, if you're sure" he took his wand out of his pocket and conjured a purple bottle full of a white liquid "take this, I will make you better I think".

Ben looked up at the man offering him a beverage, insisting that it would make him alright again. Hmmm, should he trust this man? He HAD been laughing at him a few minutes ago, after all...but what the heck? His head hurt and he was majorly desperate.

"Thanks!" he said with a grin, taking the bottle and gulping the curious liquid inside in just a few sips. He looked around the room, waiting for the pain in his head to instantly disappear, but instead, his eyes turned back in his head, and he slumped against the wall, out cold.

Andrina looked up at Thomas as he helped her sit up... "I'm doing alright.. I suppose.." She said in a husky voice as her lungs felt like they were filled with smoke. She coughed and tried to suck in a breath but it was hard.. "Our baby.. Auberon.. he is here in the nursery, is he alright? Please don't leave him here.." Andrina was out of it, and not fully aware that she had just told Thomas about his son...

She looked over and saw that her head of department had just passed out, and she tried to take a breath, only to find that it killed.. "Thomas.." She wheezed out as she too, slumped over.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Common, you can't be serious, that was given to me by healers from Italy! It cures every kind of head injury, and I know it works" he said pointing to his scars even though Ben and Andy were both passed out now. The mention Andi had made to the existence of a baby Auberon, to a child that was his, wasn't registered by his mind. Everybody seemed to be falling around him. He Had a terrible flashback of one of their rescue missions back at Italy.

He conjured another bottle opened and put it under their noses to revive them.

Frida couldn't help but roll her eyes now, just due to the fact that all the collapsing reminded her strongly of her cousins children...always throwing themselves on the floor for attention.

She gave a small smile to the man who was trying to help, but then leaned over towards Ben, who was still right beside her in the hallway. She held her wandtip up the the man and with a gentle swish, whispered, "Rennervate". Frida had seen the spell work before when her mother had done something to an older sister, but that was the extent, and the woman knew that it was used to wake people up when they were stunned, perhaps it could work now as well.
"Ben..." Frida tapped the man on the shoulder, "I'm going to try and fix that headache of yours, but you have to wake up first."

She looked over to the man named Thomas. "Maybe it's time to use wandwork instead...". It was a suggestion, simply that, and Frida was starting to feel a little queasy herself now. Most likely from all the smoke.

Thomas coughed lightly and looked at Frida "If you feel comfortable using wandwork at head injuries, please do, but I won't be held responsible for some accidental obblivation" it sounded a bit harsh but the situation was getting on his nerves.

He pointed his wand at Andi and used Rennervate on her just as Frida had used on Ben.

"I can't believe this situation, fire, injured officers and no one seemed to notice anything in this entire building!" Thomas voice sounded like thunder. He was so mad right now. He had come back from a dangerous mission all wounded hoping to find some rest and piece back at his work desk and all he found was caos, and no time to catch up with Andi. His fierce eyes were lit up like muggle flash lights. His face was darker from the smoke and his beard made him look older. His lips were pursed in dislike.

He got up, laying Andi on the floor carefully, and started walking back and forward.

Andrina groaned softly as she felt someone revive her. She didn't want to come back to reality at the moment. Her lungs hurt, and it hurt to breathe. But at least she was fully conscious this time. She sat up a little looking at Thomas. "What happened, where is my department?" She asked a little confused..

Thomas stopped his pacing and looked at Andi. "Well... there was an incident and the department was burned down, all that's left is ashes" he said still looking cold and continued pacing, frowning to his thoughts. The man that came back from Italy had serious issues, he was scared on the inside as well.

Andrina managed to get herself up off the floor when she heard what Thomas had said, sure enough they were standing in the hallway, looking at the ashes of her office. "An incident?" Andrina asked coughing a bit more. What had happened, one minute she was in Thomas's arms, next thing she knew she was waking up in smoky ruins.

"Was out office the only one affected?" She asked rather nervously. She hoped the day care would be alright...

Suddenly just as she spoke, and elderly woman carrying a young boy who was crying came through the smoke. Andrina's eyes lit up at the sight of her son.

"I'm sorry Miss Snow, but we heard the explosion and Auberon wouldn't stop crying." The lady said as she handed the crying boy to Andi.

"It's okay.. I'll take him.." Andrina said as she held her crying son in her arms. "Shhh baby.. it's alright.." she said as he cried into her sooty neck. "I'm fine, nothing is wrong.." She crooned as she coughed more.. She looked at Thomas, "Perhaps we should just go home for the day, it doesn't seem like much else can be done here.." She said rocking her baby

"Well I think so" he said not looking at Andi when he heard footsteps coming from the smoky cloud that still remained on the hallway. The woman handed Andi a little boy that was crying his lungs out.

His screams made their way 'till Thomas head and he snapped his hands up to his ears "Make him stop please, and who is he?" he said feeling sharp pains hitting him on the inside of his head. "Go home? With him?" he eyed the baby that was getting calmer now "Andi, what's going on?" he asked finally, dropping his hands to his side rubbing his face.

Richard paused before entering not knowing what he might see inside. However, he entered straight away not wanting to waste time. He held his wand by his side as he walked into the middle of the hall.
He noticed Ben immediatly slumped against the wall out cold. He walked over to him immediatly and squatted down in front of him. Still holding his wand he put his hands on the man's head and felt the back of it in case there were any bumps from slumping over and a bump to head nine times out ten led to loss of memory. Richard gently released the top of the man's head as he didn't find any bumps. He then lifted an eyelid to see if they were dilated or not.
He let the lid fall and stood up straight again. Someone losing half their memory was bad enough but with them unconscious it changed the situation alot.
He turned to Frida, "how long has he been like this, without his memory that is?" he looked back at the man on the floor before running his hand through his hair trying to think of the best thing to do.

"A few hours at the least from what I have seen." Frida said as she took her wand out again and cleared some of the air in front of her with a quick flick.
"The blasted flower is stowed away in a filing cabinet. It started to pester me, so I locked it up." She gestured to the metal cabinet just inside the doorway of the still smokey office. There was a dull thudding sound whenever the flower banged against the front of the cabinet. "I'd leave it there for now until we get things settled."

Frida kneeled down in front of Ben once more, "Rennervate". She said again and adjusted the man's neck so that his head wasn't hanging down much.
"Ben?" Frida said quietly and waited for the man to stir, even a tiny bit. With nothing happening immediately, she cast a bubblehead charm over herself again and entered the office, doing her best to get rid of the remaining smoke. Ash and broken furniture was everywhere. Papers were strewn about or half burned up, or completely gone. The floor was even wet from the water charms used to extinguish the fire. 'What a mess.' Frida thought as she continued to get the smoke out.

Following his boss' lead Richard cast a bubblehead charm on himself and followed her into the office. He couldn't believe the sight of it. The last time he had seen a sight like this was when he saw a forest fire in Russia. He waved the smoke from his vision. Even though he had a bubblehead charm upon himself it didn't help his vision. He flicked his wand slightly and began to vacuum some of the smoke in to his wand. It wasn't a permanent solution as his wand would release the smoke in a few hours but for the moment it was for the best.
"Are we sure that everyone got out of this fire alright?" he asked Miss Bok as he stamped out the smouldering remains of a charred seat of a chair. The ash from it sprang up in a small cloud turning the bottoms of his pale stripy trousers blackened. He looked around at the desks that were damaged and glanced under the nearest one for any damage or hurt people.

Frida waved her hand in front of her face as a dry cloud of ash flew up into the air as it was disturbed.
"Yes. Everyone made it out fortunately. Which almost wasn't the case actually. Couldn't find one for ages." She found a portfolio of papers and dried them off carefully, setting them aside on a clear patch of floor.

Shifting through a few more barely standing desk drawers, Frida found several more files and set them aside as well, doing her best to repair any damage to the corners and print. No sooner did she remove the papers, the desk in front of her collapsed; unable to hold it's remaining weight any more, and having been burnt away mostly.
"Richard, there doesn't seem to be a lot to salvage. But if it's possible, try to repair what you can as far as furniture goes, and place whatever reports you find in the pile where I have set a few aside. Thanks." Frida started to fix some barely recognizable chairs, making the legs a bit wider so that it would remain standing.

"Goodness, I hope they have copies of everything." Frida said, more to herself than to anyone else, but at least she was honest. Years of work could have been lost in one hours time.

Richard nodded, "yeah you're right Miss Bok, I don't think we can do alot for the place except help tidy it up" he said as he turned away from her and scanned the office.
He walked to the back where a tall cupboard's doors had fallen off due to the fire. Richard picked up one of the doors and looked at the damage. He placed it against the edge of the cupboard and tapped his wand at where each of the hinges were. He picked up the other door and did the same. He couldn't get rid of all of the fire damage that had afflicted the top. He saw several desks that were heavily damaged. He pointed his wand at them and they flew towards the wall out of the way ready to be disposed of.
He picked up a damp and slightly smashed drawer. It was missing a front and back and therefore impossible to reinsert into it's rightful slot and that was impossible to locate amidst all the damage and mess.
He picked up another drawer and inserted it into a chest. Just before it went in, the drawer below shot out and a snooker cue flipped out of it and landed on the floor. It bent near the tip looking like a dog sniffing around. Without warning it zoomed forward like a snake into his leg. Richard took a deep breath as he felt the pain in his leg. He pointed his wand at the cue. He missed. The cue snaked away heading for the bottom of the cupboard he had just fixed. He aimed another spell at it and it jumped up and bounced before laying still. He walked over and picked it up and placed it back in the drawer.
"Wow, I can only imagine the sort of things that were lost in the fire" he said off-hand to his boss, "presumably some wizard fancies cheating at snooker".
He reattached several more legs to desks. Some of the damp from the floor had already dirtied the bottom of his trousers. His coat had patches of soot whilst his hands were covered in the stuff.

Frida simply nodded and walked into the hallway for a moment, "Is everyone feeling a bit better?" Seemed like a couple were still out cold, so she started to search through the office for a first aid kit of some sort.
"Ow!" Frida slipped a little on the wet and slippery floor, and banged her elbow on a desk nearby. "Darnit..." She shook the pain away and continued her search, every so often she could hear that dreaded plant thudding against the filing door.

Taking a few more steps around, the woman started to get rid of some water that was still in puddles. "This place is due for a horrible refurbishing...". She slipped again, this time landing flat on her rear. Sighing, Frida stayed on the ground for a moment and gathered her thoughts. No matter which way you sliced it, her job at the ministry was much safer than working with animals like she first wanted to. A puddle of water here and there was a piece of cake.

Richard pointed his wand at a lamp and it fixed itself. He flicked his wand to see if it actually lit. It did and he muttered "nox" and out it went. He walked over to the door. On the floor beside it was a portrait he picked it up and reattached it to the wall. Outside in the hall he heard someone fall. He walked into the the doorway and saw that it was Frida.
"Are you ok Miss Bok?" he asked concerned at her reluctance to get back up again and of course whether it had done any physical damage, "did you hurt yourself?" Why did this have to happen? Add this to the work they already had to do; the stress however, was all part of the job.

"I'm fine." Frida said, and forced herself to get up, giving a loud and ragged cough from breathing in all the smoke from earlier.

She focused on her work and went back to searching for a first aid kit. Maybe the one she could find would have some sort of potion inside of it to snap people out of their slumber.

Oceana's heels made an echoing sound as she walked down to the Experimental charms division, she needed to know if there was a spell to help their search, Angelica had suggested this and she wanted this investigation to be over.

Her long green dress flowed behind her and her silver heels showed as she walked her long brown hair was up in a bun and she had her quill and parchment with her, she opened the door and looked round their were a few people here she closed the door turned round and asked "could i speak with the division head please" she spoke with authority and calmness

Richard nodded at Frida, "well as long as you're sure". He went to walk back in to the office but spotted a witch in a long green dress who wasn't from their department.
"Ah you want Miss Snow, I think you might have just missed her. I heard she was taking her daughter home" he said helpfully. He turned and walked in to the heavily damaged office. He pulled out his wand as he stood in the doorway. The desks that were beyond repair were against a wall. The newly mended cupboard stood at the back.
Richard walked slightly forwards and with a sweep of his wand the parchments and papers that lay on the floor soared into the air and landed in a pile at his feet. He bent down and picked them up and walked over to one of the desks that had barely been touched by the fire. With another wave of his wand the water on the desk vanished. He began to sort through the papers and placed papers that had information burnt off of them. These would need to be renewed. It wasn't his division but it seemed this office needed all the help they could get at the moment.