Oceana noticed the damage in the division and let her mouth form an O shape, she heard a man speak to her and as she stepped over things on the floor she moved towards his office and introduced herself puting her parchment and quill under her arm she extended her right hand and said "looks like you have had a bit of trouble here, my name is Oceana Mason i am from level 6 Apperation centre and i wondered if maybe you could answer my question?" she spoke with a posh voice and gave him a slight smile

Andrina was ready to answer Thomas when she noticed people going in and out of her office. She sighed and looked around. "Excuse, I am the division head, what do you need?" She asked looking around at the people going in and out.

She shifted the now quiet Auberon on her hip and looked at Thomas. "He is my son Auberon." She said softly as she coughed a little. Her lungs still hurt pretty bad. "And he is probably tired and worried about me, that is why he was crying.." She patted Auberon's black sleep head as it lay on her shoulder..

Oceana heard someone speak she turned around and walked over to her and replied "my name is Oceana Mason i have been sent here by Angelica from the Magical transportation department, we were wondering if you could help us out? its just a quick question " she held out her hand

Andrina nodded as she coughed a bit. "It's nice to meet you Oceana.." She said as she shook the woman's hand. "If it is just a quick question, than perhaps I can help you..We have been kind of busy around here. I don't know if you noticed, but my office had been blown up.." Andrina said waving her hand towards the mess.."What can I do for you?" She asked as she patted Auberon's back..

Oceana shook the womans hand "yes i did notice the mess is everyone ok?" she inquired "well as you probably arware the International Wizarding Conference had an unauthorized portkey and the Portkey division and the Apperation divison have been asked to help find how it happened " she paused so that she wasn't talking to quick "well i was thinking if there was a spell that could ditect how this horrible accurance happened and Angelica suggested i come down here and ask you"

Richard shook the witch's hand, "nice to meet you, Richard Blake. I don't work in experimental charms, I'm an obliviator. But I do know a bit about out of the ordinary magic"he said in usual pleasant voice. He flicked his wand at a dustpan and brush which skated through the office collecting ash.
He thought about the portkey dilemna. After a moment Richard said carefully, "I'm not sure but I have heard of a theory of reversing the spell on a portkey after it has been used to travel to one destination. I have heard that you can charm it so that it takes you back to where it last left". He ran a hand through his hair as he usually did when in thought.
He looked into the heavily damaged office, "if you like I could have look in the office to see if there's any extraordinary cases involving portkeys but quite a bit of paperwork's been lost."
The office only needed to be refurbished now that alot of the damage had been sorted out.

Oceana smiled at Richard and shook his hand and replied softly "we arn't looking for a spell that reverse's it just one that can detect how one was done" she sighed "its quite a pickle actuatly as it has never been done before, we are hoping to find an answer with you otherwise we might have to owl the headmaster at Hogwarts to look in the restricted section" she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and asked "we are even considering a potion"

Richard gave Oceana a quizzical look. What sort of potion did she mean. As for the matter at hand, Richard thought about it. He had to admit he had never met someone who had made a portkey without permission from the ministry of magic. Well no-one who hadn't been caught.
"Well with portkeys....it may have been made by someone who used to or...already does work for the ministry" said Richard thoughtfully. If someone on the inside of the ministry had made this portkey without authorisation it would be bad news for them. Not that he cared but if the daily prophet heard about it they would let everyone in the wizarding world fall under the impression that the people who were running their world weren't in control.
He walked in to the office. He pulled out a filing cabinet marked transport.
Rifling through the papers he passed apparition, floo network and then portkeys.
He pulled the file out which was extremely thick. He put it on the desk with a thump. He pulled the few files out. A couple told him that some wizards had attempted to turn their wands into portkeys. Another told him that a family had tried the same with water. However, none of these reports told him that these wizards had done it with out the ministry consenting despite not being informed of everything.

Oceana followed him into the office she replied "i think we covered that in the meeting that it could be an inside job" she paused "but it could take ages to find them if so" she paced back and forth "agh im so despraite we all are i would consider Veritaserum in peoples coffee's" she blushed as she realised what she had said, she heard a thump and saw a thick file on the desk and her eyes widened "whoa that is one big file" she exclaimed

"Yeah" replied Richard, "there is a lot of filing work but its all worth it". He thought of how when he was younger he had abhorred paperwork. Memories was all he thought was worth it. Nothing to sign, nothing to say no I don't agree to so and so.
"well if you needed some veritaserum it would be understandable in these circumstances".
He had been waiting this long for adventure to happen. He had come from the dismally quiet magical security to an obliviator. But as far as he was concerned he would investigate extraordinary events outside his occupancy.
Richard flicked through the files and found an entry about a party of witches from Seattle moving to Manchester in Britain in 1903. They had gotten permission as well as a front page story on the Daily Prophet for being the most outlandish thing people had heard in 10 years.
Still he hadn't found anything that would tell him how the person in question had done it.

Oceana chuckled "i'll let my division head know that veritaserum is a maybe" she scribbled it down on some parchment and asked "do you happen to know the spell that can tell you where it is made?" she looked around the office and noticed him reading something.

As Ben Cobblesten awoke from what he thought had to have been the most uncomfortable nap ever, he blinked and looked around in confusion. How long had he been asleep? It was hard to tell--and why did his head hurt so freaking bad?

As he slowly stood up and looked around, he remembered the events of the afternoon as clear as day. He remembered the flowerpot, the resulting explosion, and the flowers attacking him. The period after that, however, was a complete blur. Rubbing the back of his sore head, he wandered around until he found Richard talking to an unknown woman. "Hello Richard...who is your friend?" he asked, looking back and forth between the two Ministry workers.

Richard thought about tracking spells and any that could be applied to a portkey. "Well I don't know how you can tell where it's been made but I think you can reverse a portkey to it takes you back to the place it just left and its more than likely if its an unauthorised portkey that it was made where they left" he said thoughtfully. He was curious as well as to how the perpetrator had managed to create a portkey without the Ministry knowing instantly who had made it.
He turned and was surprised to see Ben standing and talking to them. "Umm, hello Ben. This is Oceana Mason from Magical Transportation" he said introducing them. "how, how are you feeling Ben? You were out cold for quite a while. You don't feel dizzy or anything like that do you" he asked tentavley".

Andrina had been completely at a loss as she watched the two employees.. who weren't even hers, go back and forth in her office.. it was a little more than she could take really.. So she just stood there with Auberon, wondering what to do. Finally, Bed woke up and she went over to him.

"How are you doing?" She asked as she looked around at the mess that was her office.. "What can we do to fix this?" She asked softly.

Richard glanced round at Andrina. He wasn't in her division but she like Frida and of course Ben were his superiors. He like her wanted to know what else they could do for the office. They had cleaned out most of the wreckage and debris. He himself had looked through some of the files to see how much information had been lost.
As for Ben, Richard was taken aback at how suddenly he had awoken.

Thomas stood in silence, leaning softly against one wall. Petrified by Andi's words my son... her son? her son with who?. He couldn't make sense to all that was happening. His eyes sting because of the smoke. There was people walking around the office doing stuff. And he felt so tired. He had just come back from this excruciating trip .

He looked at Andi. Pale as a sheet and turned his back on her and the baby. Not sure what he was doing. He couldn't see anything anymore he felt betrayed, hurt so badly that his previous injuries felt like cat scratches...

He walked out of the corridor.

Andrina looked around and she saw Thomas leaving, his face white and pale..
"Well excuse me, but I am tired and my office has been blown to smithereens.. and my son is terrified..So.. I am going to leave now and come back tomorrow, maybe something will be figured out by then?" She asked as she turned on her heel and with her son in her arms, walked out of the room..

Pointing his wand at a filing cabinet that lay on the floor Richard made it rise back against the wall. As he did so he heard a heated Andrina walk out mentioning something about her son. Of course this wasn't a scene for a child to see. A man had collapsed after suffering memory problems. An office had been burnt up and there was confusion all around. He thought Andrina had the right idea about things. He was more than willing to stay a while and sort things out. It would be difficult but it needed to be done and it wasn't anything that couldn't be done. He had been in crisises like this when he had travelled after Hogwarts.
He moved into the office and made a list of furniture and fittings that would need to be replaced. His face had faint soot marks and his clothes had random smudges up and down him.

Oceana nodded "yes a tracking divice would be ideal" she pondered "of course anything you can tell me will be suggested to the Department head" she looked round and saw someone stood there she jumped slightly while Richard introduced her she smiled warmly and held out her hand to Ben "pleased to meet you"

'Oh!' Frida got herself out of the office for a moment and spotted Ben, walking over to him after a moment. "Are you feeling better now?" She looked quickly to the back of his head, wanting to make sure that there was no broken skin or bruising. There might have been a little, but nowhere near enough to cause alarm.

Frida held her hand out to shake, "I'm Frida Bok...from the Obliviator department. Is there anything else that is bothering you?" The woman wasn't sure if the guy knew already...but then again, she wasn't sure about much any more.
Oh dear...a demolished office, a fire, lost memory, and now personal issues. "How are you fairing, Richard?" Frida asked after a moment, "Feeling alright? No pain in the chest?" Her's was still a bit sore, but as the smoke had mostly cleared out, Frida was feeling a little better.

The woman flicked her wand and a single salvagable desk carefully slid to one side along with a filing cabinet. After another moment, Frida made sure that the paperwork that was recovered was stored away in a metal safety box that was underneath some charred furniture. "What a mess." She said to herself quietly. If it were up to her, she would spend the entire night remodeling and repairing the entire office, just to make sure that everything was safe.

Richard turned to look at Frida and coughed a little, "I'm not bad Miss Bok" he replied. "I have to admit the smoke does grind you down a bit. He himself swept his wand over the office and a pile of papers under a desk soared up onto a filling cabinet. He picked them up and filed them in the correct places.
"I tell you Miss Bok" he said sighing, "when I came to this department I never imagined anything as terrible as this hitting the office. But then again we've got to be grateful noone was hurt". He placed a file in its slot, "apart from Ben" he added. "Are you ok?" he asked, she had been under a lot of stress recently. All that must build up on someone. He had felt it himself in the past.

Oceana noticed that it was quite busy here now so she said "thank you for helping me Richard if we need anymore information i hope to come back and ask" she smiled and headed back to level 6

"Yes, well...I never imagined this either. It was abig excitement after having nothing happening over a few weeks." She carefully set a chair beside the saved desk and cabinet and looked at the floor. It was still slightly wet, and smelled horribly now from all the smoke. "Welcome to the Obliviator Headquarters, Mister Blake." Frida added with a wink. It wasn't every day that something like this happened in the Ministry, and Frida hoped it wouldn't happen again.

She nodded her head, "I'm fine, Ben. I've had much worse than a bit of smoke...and having one of my eardrums nearly burst." That dang explosion was still giving her a hard time. She couldn't hear very well out of her right ear now. Frida sighed a tiny bit, "Let's hope our next mission will not involve a massive fire."
Frida nodded curteously as the woman who she barely acknowledged left the room. She had left it up to a few others to aid the worker as she tried to salvage as much as possible.

Ben wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. Why were they all fretting over him? He shook his head and sighed. "Yes yes, I'm fine, Miss Bok. That's more than I can say for the Experimental Charms office, that is," he added with a frown, glancing back at the wreckage behind him.

"Someone from the Invisibility Task Force is going to have to do a check to make sure all the security spells are still in place, and if they're damaged--hopefully if there is any damaged, it can be fixed without having to call someone in from Maintance. Then we'll have to get the Reversal Squad in here as well to check on that flowerpot and make sure it's done--exploding or whatnot," he said, rolling off a mental checklist of things that needed to be done.

He stood up and folded his arms. "Anyone need to go to St. Mungos? And where is Andrina?" he asked.

Frida nodded in agreement and turned back to the office, which was wet and smelled of smoke. The plant within the filing cabinet was still banging on the drawer to get out, but with no success. "We're salvaging everything that we can, and I'm searching for paperwork that might be left."
She pulled open a drawer to one of the desks, and the frame gave out, sending most of the desk crashing to the floor aside from the legs, which were still in the same place. 'It'll be a good while before they get this office in shape again.' Frida thought grumpily to herself and perched herself on another desk that was nearby...one that had barely been touched by the fire.

"I'm not sure where Andrina went, Sir. She left a few minutes ago, but I don't know where she went to...I'm sure she'll be back tomorrow though."
Frida looked around at whoever was left in the office and near the hallway, "How does everyone feel?" Personally, Frida was fine, though her hearing was still a bit on the weak side from the blast.