Darius was completely unprepared for the dummy to come hopping at him throwing herself onto him. Blinking rapidly he shook his head, wrapping his arms around the poor dummy-woman. "Ma'am, it's alright. Please calm down. Can you tell me your name and what happened?" he asked, knowing he needed to find out that information first. But clearly she needed to be treated.

Taking a risk he flicked his wrist, his wand shooing out into his hand. His other hand was securely around the incredibly shaking woman. Flicking it again he jabbed it, using a non verbal spell to make a soft cushion appear for her to sit down. Gently lowering her down he looked at her injury closer. He coulnd't tell if it was bad - well it was bad he knew but there didn't appear to be any...syrup oozing out. At least right now.

Christian scratched down some notes as Ronan spoke, nodding carefully.

"I'd send someone from MLE along with the Obliviators, just in case the robbers were wizards, but other than than, excellent job." Flicking his wand at Dee, Christian reset her (and gave her back her leg!), before handing Ronan a bulky envelop.e

Ronan took the envelope with a bright grin on his face opening it up and taking what was inside before nodding to the elder man and walking towards the next challenge with a sense of determination on his face.

“Dueling ring? Did I say dueling ring?” Dee blinked at him a moment, dropping her hand. “I mean jousting. Yes, muggle jousting. Reenactments, you see,” she clarified, her tone a little more confused than before.

“Fingers? Eyebrow? Yes, those are splinched.” Dee held her hand up to him as he asked to see the injury.

“The ear, though, that’s…” she hestitated. “An old injury from a Grindylow.”


“You’re an absolute darling, you are,” Dee smiled at him tearfully. She nodded weakly when he mentioned Mungo’s. “Y-yes, I think that’s best. They’ll bring my Cat to me, there?” She chewed on her lip, looking off into the room.

She didn’t speak again, simply shaking her head ‘no’ when he asked about anyone seeing her apparate.

Dee sat on the floor, facing away from the man, until he spoke. When she turned, it was obvious that she had no lips!

“Eye an alk obberly,” she sniffled. “kill and arkmen?” She pantomimed scribbling something on her hand.

“Weezze?”

Dee clung desperately to the man, shaking. Calm down? CALM DOWN?

“You, You, want me to be CALM? I’m MISSING my FOOT!” Dee sobbed hysterically as he set her down, but soon lacked the energy to cry or yell. Dragging her hand across her face, Dee sniffled as he shoulders shook.

“Zaster. Dee Zaster.” She chuckled a little bit, thinking about her name. “And, as you can see, my foot is missing.”

Her face growing serious, she began to cry again. “I.. I don’t know where I was. I was lost and.. and.. someone bumped into me and I grabbed his arm. He was running really fast and and..”

She just pointed meekly at her foot.

Erik looked at the dummy of the woman until she turned around and he saw she had no lips. Well that wasn't good at all. Listening intently he nodded, obviously she couldn't talk properly. No one could in that state. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the notepad and quill he always kept with him and a bottle of ink. Yup he was prepared.

"Well that has to be uncomfortable," he said with a friendly smile. "Why don't ye write down what happened so we can get you back to being whole again." He was doing the best to keep the woman calm. That was one thing you didn't want was a panicked patient.

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“You’re an absolute darling, you are,” Dee smiled at him tearfully. She nodded weakly when he mentioned Mungo’s. “Y-yes, I think that’s best. They’ll bring my Cat to me, there?” She chewed on her lip, looking off into the room.

She didn’t speak again, simply shaking her head ‘no’ when he asked about anyone seeing her apparate.

Smiling down at Dee Skander carefully helped the woman to her feet. "I'm sure that they'll bring your daughter to you there." he said, trying to be positive as he led her over to Trumball. This challenge had taken the longest yet and he was anxious to get to the next level.

Darius could understand her frustration. He could remember a few times when he had apparated and had forgotten something behind. It was quite frustrating but luckily for him he could just go back and get it without muggle knowing. "I understand that ma'am and I will help you." he replied in a calm voice, using his dashing smile to try and help turn her attention to him.


He frowned, trying to think of the best way to handle this challenge. Of course her missing foot needed to be found, but before he could do that he needed to know exactly where she had been. Then he needed to determine if he needed an Obvliator to handle the situation or the MLE."Yes, I see that Miss Zaster, very nice name by the way." he replied in a soothing voice kneeling down to her level to look in her eyes. This is when his comic books came in handy, often Superman would have to do things like this and well he should be a pro by now. "Do you remember any landmarks that would help you remember? Were there any muggles about?" He inquired softly, his hand moving down to reach for her leg. He wished he had a calming draught or something to calm her down.

"Do you remember what the man looked like? Was he carrying anything in his hand, something like this?" he pointed at his wand in his left hand hanging loosely until he could remember that darn spell to wrap her foot.

Dee reached up with trembling hands to take the quill and paper from him. Trying to steady herself, she attempted a weak smile, but without lips, it was simply a toothy hole with not much shape.

With a shaky hand, she wrote out the note.

I got lost. Knockturn Alley. Man jumped out at me. Panicked.

She passed the notebook back to the man, more than a little embarrassed.

Dee followed the man over to Trumbull, muttering about her daughter.


Dee closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, as if she were trying to recall what had happened.

“There was a grocer. And.. and a cart with pretzels.” She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. “WATER! There was water and and… A man playing an accordion. With a monkey.”

Dee opened her eyes and looked at the man, shaking her head. “Probably not very helpful.” She sighed. “I’m sure there were muggles. But the guy… he had to be a wizard since he popped us both off the street.”

She put her face in her hands, then, sighing. “He looked.. young. Early 20s, dark dark hair to his shoulders. Bright blue eyes. Muggle clothes.”

Christian finished a note on his clipboard, tucking it under his shoulder as they approached. He'd been listening to them intently.

"Ms. Zaster, your daughter has been located and will meet you at St. Mungo's." He smiled at the dummy, before tapping her on the head, mending her shoulder and sending her back for another employee.

"Now that that's taken care of, is there anyone else to dispatch?" Christian looked at the man, holding the envelope tightly. He would hand it over once he had his answer.

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Christian finished a note on his clipboard, tucking it under his shoulder as they approached. He'd been listening to them intently.

"Ms. Zaster, your daughter has been located and will meet you at St. Mungo's." He smiled at the dummy, before tapping her on the head, mending her shoulder and sending her back for another employee.

"Now that that's taken care of, is there anyone else to dispatch?" Christian looked at the man, holding the envelope tightly. He would hand it over once he had his answer.

"I don't believe so. Ms Zaster said that no-one had seen her apparate so we don't need to obliviate anyone and it doesn't appear that she was missing any body parts, she just had a small wound that was a bit beyond me." Skander replied, hoping beyond hope that it was the right answer. "So unless someone saw her daughter do any magic while she was alone there isn't much we can do and until the daughter is questioned about those events one cannot be sure how much really needs to be done." Please be the right answer, please be the right answer.

Christian nodded as he handed the envelope over. "I'm glad you mentioned questioning the daughter. Clearly something spooked our Ms. Zaster such that she panicked and apparated without her child."

Flipping a page on the chart, Christian scribble down another note as he smiled. "Well done."

"Thank-you sir," Skander replied with a slight smile as he removed the envelope from Trumbull's hand. Turning sharply on his heel Skander made his way out of the room and into the next challenge.

Darius nodded as he sat down beside her, listening intently. The place she described could be any place, but first he needed to bandage her foot now that he remembered the spell finally. Pointing his wand at her leg where the foot should be he muttered, "tergeo" watching as what blood there was vanished making him see the wound more clearly. It didn't look too bad, a clean enough cut but he was horrible at healing spells, much more capable of transfiguration spell. Which wouldn't really work here.

"I'm just going to bandage your foot for you. I can heal it but it would probably be worse." he informed her honestly, knowing if he lied it would be worse for them both. "Ferula" he muttered again, watching as bandages began wrapping themselves around the stump. Now turning back his full attention to Ms Zaster he smiled, "Every little bit helps miss. Were you shopping? Do you remember any street signs of names of businesses around you??" He asked, there were too many places with water and street vendors, especially with men playing accordions and monkeys.

So clearly Obliviators would need to be called in once he found the locations. No doubt they were staring at her ankle right now, wondering what in the world had happened. Possibly the MLE might have to get involved, but for right now he'd just concentrate on this. He nodded at her description of the man who had apparated her and looked up frowning. "Thank you very much Ms. Zaster." he replied smiling once more.

Laura entered the room of the next task.She stood there and listened to what their task was about.Laura raised her eyebrow.This one seems to be much of a challenge then the previous one. she thought and then took down notes from what the man was speaking and showing it on the borad.As the man ended and told them about their task.Laura nodded and walked towards the dummy named Dee.

Laura gave a small comforting smile and spoke
Hello,Dee...can i see where have you hurt yourself? she asked and then enquired
as she examined her
where were you coming from when you hurt yourself? she asked again

"Ok, so Lets get this straight; you were apparating home, from a Muggle-style Jousting Reenactment, which caused you Fingers and Eyebrows to be Splinched and not from a Underground Dueling Ring?" Prometheus was confessed. Either Dee the dummy was on the fritz or perhaps, confusion was a side-affect of failed apparation.

With a flick of his wand the lady's eyebrow grew back, "I have returned your eyebrow, however we shall need healers to mend your fingers. Ferula." he said as a bandage snaked its way around the open wounds.

Rinatta fit the she had been given into the lock and opened the door with a small smile. So far so good, she was to the fifth challenge already, hopefully she could make it through the rest as smoothly as she had so far.

As she entered futher she paid her full attention to host the department head for the level, whom she did not know personally. Splinching...not a pleasant thing to deal with. She had seen it before , though she was unfamiliar in dealing with a victim of the condition. She was rather adept at healing spells and usually kept such things as dittany on her person, though her experience was mostly in caring for herself or creatures. This would be a new experience certainly. The man in charge , through his demeanor and the way he was holding himself seemed as though he may be worried or troubled, but then who could blame him right now. Rin herself was a bit worried , though her curiosity and desire to solve the mystery and the challenges was burning more strongly.

She walked up to Ms. Dee Zaster, such a cute name, and waited to see what predicament she would be faced with.

Erik watched at the woman took the quill and paper for him. He smiled at her as she smiled and watched as she started to write. Taking the notepad from her he looked thoughtful, "Now what would a lovely lady like yerself be in a dodgy place like that?" he asked not expecting an answer.

"Knockturn Alley...do ye remember where exactly?" And if there was a man there he might need to take some of his guys with him. "And did the man do anything to ye before you apparated?" He handed the pad back to her with a smile. The more information he had the better.

After using the key the poltergeist gave him to unlock the door, Dorian pocketed it along with the pygmy puff toy that it seemed the spectral lady hadn't wanted. Apparently the tennis balls were more her style, but either way Dorian didn't care. She'd just been an obstacle and he was past it now. And he still had his impromptu souvenir. Grinning a little to himself, he glanced up as he walked into the next challenge and the amusement faded. Splinching. Fighting back a shudder, he kept moving. Thank Merlin I've never had to deal with this before, he thought, before letting himself get into a mindset for the challenge.

Stopping once he decided he'd moved far enough into the room, he acknowledged the man hosting the challenge, then let his grey eyes scan the room for the dummy/victim that was going to be his responsibility. At least he was fairly sure he knew how to handle panic by now.

Lucia glared at the unresponsive dummy sitting in front of her. Marvellous. It had to be a difficult one didn't it? Knowing that she could not ask the dummy any questions about what happened, she moved onto the next step. Assessing the damage.

Dee had a rather large lump on her forehead and a weird substance coming from her arm. "Tergeo." She said straight away whilst having her wand pointing at Dee's arm. It cleared away nicely, making it easy to see everything else that was going on. "Ferula." Bandages appeared then wrapped themselves around Dee's arm. Lucia placed a few cushions around Dee's head to make her more comfortable then turned away from her for a moment.

"We will need a healer over here." She said, then looked back at the dummy. She couldn't possibly heal this patient by herself. Whether she needed an Obiliviator, Lucia was unsure as of this moment. Hopefully by making the dummy more comfortable, it would wake up shortly, giving her an opportunity to question it.

Dee pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, shaking her head. “I was trying to visit a friend and her directions weren’t great and I got all turned around.” She sighed heavily as she dropped her hands, her eyes closed.

“Chestnuts!” Dee looked up suddenly. “Someone was roasting chestnuts and I remember thinking it was really funny because I was on Chestnut Street!” She looked at the man hopefully, her tone sinking a little. “Not that I know where Chestnut Street actually is.”

Dee looked up at the woman who approached her, eyebrows raised in concern. She hid her left hand behind her back, but drops of strawberry syrup dripped to the ground.

“I’m.. fine. Just got a little side-tracked is all.” Dee looked at the woman suspiciously and made as if she was about to apparate again. She turned, but went nowhere. Dropping her arms to her side, exposing the injury, she looked at the woman.

“Are you stopping me from leaving?”

Dee smiled tightly at the man. “Yes, that. Exactly.” Her tone was very deliberate, clipped. “Silly accident, you know?” Dee bopped, perhaps a little nervously as the bandages wrapped themselves around her hand.

“Can I go now? I don’t have to go to Mungo’s or anything…” She was certainly anxious to get away.

Dee stumbled over to the woman, her arm hanging limply at her side. Her shoulder looked as if someone had grabbed a piece out of it. Strawberry syrup clung to the “wound.”

“Help.. please.. chasing me.. Leaky…”

Her speech was labored as she slumped and fell at the woman’s feet.


Dee’s cheeks flushed slightly as he called her a lovely lady. Reaching up to take the notebook, she paused once they were in her hand, thinking.

Just at the top of the alley. I got turned around. He tried to grab my bag, but he knew my name, too. He didn’t look familiar. He got my bracelet. Grabbed my arm.

Dee handed the notebook back and sighed. This whole not talking thing was driving her crazy.

Dee sat against the wall, head back. She did not notice the man in the room, or if she did, she did not acknowledge him. At first glance, nothing seemed wrong, but she wasn’t moving and her face showed signs of distress.

Dee’s eyes fluttered open as the bandages wrapped around her arm. “W-what happened?” She was groggy and not quite aware of what was happening around her.

She raised her unharmed arm and felt the bump on her head.

“I was shopping in Diagon Alley. H-how?” She leaned forward before laying back down, dizzy.

Christian raised an eyebrow, remembering programming this situation. Making his way over, he tapped the man on the shoulder and leaned over.

Whispering into the man's ear, he tried to offer some guidance. "I think she's lying to you about what happened."

Christian stepped back and looked at the man knowingly, nodding his head at the dummy.




"Consider them on the way," Christian shouted over to someone else who requested a healer. "See what other information you can get in the meantime or at least keep her stable."

"No, I am sorry you cant leave yet, firstly The healers are on their way to look at your missing digits, and also I have some more questions about this Jousting Reenactment." This story was a little fishy and the way she was acting confessed more then her words did.

With a tap on his shoulder Prometheus turned to find Christian behind him,
"I thought so too, but what can I do? If she is not willingly to divulge any information on this Dueling Ring I cannot hold her against her will once the Healers have Healed her. The best I can do is take the small amount of information that I have back to MLES and we can take it from there."
He shrugged his shoulders to the Round Leader, not knowing what to do now.


Turning back to Dee, he wanted so much to have a vial of Veritaserum in his pocket, or to use Occlumency to get the truth out of her, but that however was illegal without a warrant.
"So tell me about this Reenactment, who is it organised by? How many wizards were in attendance? Where does it occur?" Hoping to confuse her or find cracks in her story all Prometheus could do for the time being was apply pressure and hope she would crack.

Since splinching was not something he treated everyday, actually he had not done this before, Ryan listened carefully to the Magical Transportation man and as he did so, he smirked remembering the old days at school when they were learning apparation. Splinching had been common among youngsters.

Then staring at the dummy, at first place, he tried to observe what was wrong with her and after a minute or so he asked his first question. ''Hello Dee. Can you please describe the place you apparated from?''

Laura saw the woman hiding her left hand from her.She listened to what the woman told her.But she realised she wasnt telling her everything.
this is going to take sometime she thought as she saw the woman turned to go and Laura saw her injured hand and she took in a sharp breath
Looking back at the woman as she turned back to her and questioned Laura shook her head and spoke
Listen,Dee...i am not stopping you from leaving...why dont you just sit down till i look at your wound and then go call for some help.
listen you can tell me what happend...trust me... she said as she moved slightly towards the woman and placed her hand on her shoulder.

Erik smiled as he saw the cheeks of Dee flush and took the notepad from her again. Reading it his eyebrows drew down. Well that wasn't normal.

"Righto." He looked over his shoulder at the person in charge of this challenge and waved him over. Turning back to the woman he smiled again, "Thank ye Ms. Zaster. Oh and forgive me I'm Erik Jensen Head of MLES actually." Keeping the smile on his face he looked down at the notepad in his hand. "Well I'm goin' to send some of ma people to see if I can find this bracelet thief as well as yer lips since I'm sure yer not likin' the whole havin' to write everything down bit. But first I need a favour. Need ye to write down one more thing fer me. I need to know as many details about the man as ye remember. Think ye can do that?"