Darius blinked, getting more comfortable as he listened. Chesnut Street? He'd never heard of a street like that before, and he'd been living here for a month. Well that would explain it he mused, as he smiled at her. "Thank you Ms Zaster, I'm pretty sure I can help you get your ankle back. You'll need to be seen by a Healer though, I can't do much more than I did." he explained, feeling a bit flustered. He looked up looking for the man who he completely forgot the name of, he stood up glancing around with his hand over his eyes.

Putting everything into his mind he said "Okay, so you were trying to find your friends house, the directions she gave you got you twisted around and instead you found yourself on Chestnut street where there was a man with a monkey, water, a street vendor. Out of nowhere a man came running past you and you grabbed him, ending up here." he assessed, trying to see if he got it all. "I have mended your foot to the best of my knowledge, but since i can't be exactly sure where you came form since I'm not from around here I think the best bet would be to go to St. Mungo, unless someone here knows where Chestnut St is. Did anyone see you two apparate? We might need some Obliviators." he finished, muttering the last part mostly to himself.

Rinatta watched as her subject stumbled over with a limp arm , of which the shoulder bore a missing piece. Her speech was laboured and she had mentioned ,what Rin had assumed was where she had come from. When she fell at her feet Rin decided medical attention would have to come first. She conjured some cushions so that she would be able to lay the victim comfortably. "Mobilicorpus" she cast and moved her victim onto the cushions. She looked at her shoulder more closely , that looked pretty bad. "Tergeo" she cleaned the wound and tried to get a better look. " The Leaky..is that why you came from?" she asked calmly while wondering if she could heal the wound a bit or if it would be better to bandage it. "Its okay you are safe right now. Where were you trying to go dear?" she asked in the same calm tone trying to make her comfortable and treat what she could while trying to get a better idea of the situation. It sounded unsafe to go back without back up. She could give it a try and if her spell didn't work she would bandage the wound. "Episky" she cast while pointing her wand at the wound and waiting for her to answer.

Continuing his search of the room, noting all the other Ministry workers with their own "victims", Dorian's grey eyes finally landed on one sitting up against the wall by herself. Nothing outwardly indicated she was his to take care of, but nobody else had claimed her. So he decided it may as well be him. Somebody needed to care for her, even if she was just a facsimilie of a real splinching victim.

Walking over, he tried to assess the situation as well as he could before arriving at her location. She wasn't moving, and in fact didn't even seem to notice him. More difficult, but I can figure this out, he thought, before crouching next to her and running a hand through his dark blonde hair. She definitely looked like something was wrong, but he didn't want to try and examine her physically. He didn't see any obvious splinching trauma and held back from touching her on the odd chance she snapped out of whatever catatonia she was in, he knew he didn't want to scare her more. Keeping his wand ready, although carefully hidden behind his arm for the time being, he conjured a cushion to help make her more comfortable then spoke softly yet with strength. "Miss?" If she woke up, he could question her, but otherwise he was going to be careful. He couldn't treat what he didn't see.

Upon turning the key Mrs. Lee had given him in the lock the door sprung open to reveal yet another room. Another challenge. Another challenge which got him closer to finally finishing. Challenge Five. Dundundun...

This feeling of almost excitement was only short-lived, however, for his face fell into a deep frown as Michel listened to what the Head of Magical Transportation had to say. Helping a victim of splinching? Now that HIGHLY suggested working with other people or at least the victim. It highly suggested TALKING to the victim. Crap!

...even if said victim was only an enchanted dummy. It still meant he had to interact with the dummy. Rubbing the back of his neck - a huge frown darkening his face - Michel slowly approached the dummy. Now hopefully this would be a quick task.

Lucia watched as the dummy began to wake up and she smiled at it sympathetically. She knew she had to make this dummy feel as comfortable as possible, so she held her down as she tried to sit up. "Steady now Miss Zaster. You have bumped your head." She said calmly. Now that Dee was lying down and perfectly awake, it was time to ask some questions.

"You say you were shopping in Diagon Alley?" She stated, that meant that she was not a muggle and Obliviators were not required. "Could you describe what happened? If you can of course." She said. "Did you try and apparate from Diagon Alley?"

DH walked forward when he opened the door and listened to the explanation of Mr. Trumbull. After inspecting the whole lot of the images on the easel he slowly moved towards the Dummy, Dee.

"Hello there." he said waiting for his special case.

Oooh. Splinching was NOT fun. Pippa knew that much, on her first try she had splinched her right arm and her left leg. Not fun. But she listened to Mr. Trumbull appropriately and then looked at the images on the three easels.

Dummies? They were supposed to interact with a dummy? But dummies didn't talk? Did people not understand tha- OH. So they DID talk? Whoopsies.

Their task was treating a splinched victim? Eesh. She hated to see people who had been splinched, and the first thought that ran across her mind was...Ew. The second was that she was glad that THAT didn't happen to her. Nodding though, as she listened to the man talking, still unknown named for her, Lilah glanced over at the 'dummy' named Dee they would be helping. So, life-like. What was she doing?! She'd helped animals in worse conditions! She could help...a human...

Yes...

Walking over, she looked around for a moment before slowly kneeling next to the Dee dummy. "Hello dear." she said, making sure Ms. Zaster, she finally remembered, had enough breathing and personal space. If, she could breathe and cared about personal space for that matter. "Do you remember where you were trying to go? Was it here?"

Didn't seem like here, and especially not in this condition. Hmm well, actually, was she awake?! It would be rather pointless to be trying to get information out of an unconscious person.

Dee pursed her lips and leaned against the wall. “Well, then I hope they hurry.” Dee hooked her thumb in her pants pocket, letting the injured hand hang there.

“I don’t know.. it’s some muggle thing. I just went.” Dee looked around, agitated. “It’s nothing. Really.”

Dee looked over at the older man with a raised eyebrow. He could tell, she knew. She glared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Listen, I’ll go to Mungo’s, actually, if you want…” She needed to get away from that man. She would worry about questions at the hospital later.

Dee held her head in her hands, shoulders shaking as she sobbed. She appeared to be fine, though her face was not visible. It seemed, for a moment, as if she were completely oblivious to the man’s presence.

“K-k-king’s C-c-cross,” she suddenly spit out between sobs. Her words were muffled as her hands were still over her face, the slightest bit of red visible between her fingers.

“W-wound? There’s no…” Dee stopped as she realized that the woman had seen her hand.

She dropped her shoulders in resignation and rubbed her eyes with her uninjured hand. “I was running away. Not quick enough, I suppose.”

Dee looked at her hand. “No one can go back for the fingers. I suppose I’ll.. have to do without.”

Head of MLES? Dee perked up at that news. This was the perfect person to talk to! Well, write to.

Eagerly taking the pad back, she nodded. Eyes darting wildly, Dee scribbled down a description.

Short. Blond hair. Green eyes. Kinda stubbly facial hair. Blue jacket.

Thrusting the pad back at the man, she chewed the place where her lip should have been.

“I don’t think anyone saw us,” Dee said, chewing her lip thoughtfully. “But I couldn’t really tell.”

Dee reached up and grabbed the man’s hand giving it a squeeze. “Thank you.”

The wound began to patch itself back together slightly, but it was clear that it was not as it was before. While it was mended, there was still something ‘missing’ underneath.

“I.. thank you.. I.. was trying to get to the Ministry from outside the Leaky,” Dee struggled to get the words out. “I.. I got a patronus that said to hurry. I..”

Dee stared up at the ceiling. “I.. hurried too much.”

Eyes fluttering open, Dee tilted her head slightly. “W-where am I?”

She placed a hand down, feeling the cushioning charm, and looked down at it in amazement. It was soft! But there was nothing there…

“W-what i-is this?”

Dee smiled at the approaching man, as she held out a hand in greeting. “Hi! I’m Dee. And I seem to have misplaced my ear.”

She pointed to the side of her head where, as she said, there was no ear.

Dee looked up at the man confused. “I.. I don’t know?” She rubbed her head again. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I remember…”

Dee looked down and frowned. “I was going to Madame Malkin’s for some robes and someone ran out of the store and…” She paused. “And then I woke up here.”

Dee stood alone in the corner, looking around the room frantically, nothing amiss but for her two missing eyebrows.

She muttered to herself. “I’m crazy.. I must be crazy. People don’t just poof into thin air and show up other places. Crazy…”

“HELP! OH HELP!!” Dee launched herself at the woman, clinging desperately to her robes with one hand.

The other hand?

Was missing.

“HELP!!!”


Dee looked up at the woman. “Hi,” she said weakly.

“I don’t suppose you could tell me where here is?”

Dee looked down at her foot. It looked alright, but it sure did hurt.

“My foot hurts,” she said suddenly, pointing at it. “Is my husband here?”

"You're doing fine. You're not an interrogator, after all," Christian whispered encouragingly.

"Send aurors to Mungo's to meet her there," he offered as a suggestion.

"Well done," Christian said, having overheard their conversation. "I think that's probably the best that could be done."

Christian held out an envelope, but did not offer it, yet. "Your next course of action?"

Rinatta looked at the shoulder she had just mended ,well, as much as she could mend it. She didn't have anything that could restore the missing piece of the woman's arm and her spell did as well as dittany would have. She had already known that to fix her completely she would need a healer, but at least she was fixed enough that she wouldn't bleed out or anything before she could get a healer. "Alright ,well at least you are at the proper destination. You are safe right now, take it easy." she said kindly giving the woman a warm, reassuring smile. When she said that she hurried too much Rin nodded. " Unfortunately it happens to the best of us." she said comfortingly. "Do you happen to know who was chasing you?" she asked looking to see if anywhere else was damaged. "Do you hurt anywhere else, besides your shoulder?" The way Dee was struggling with speaking was a worry to her. She was going to need a healer and ,from the sounds of it, assistance from the aurors.

Darius nodded; he figured as much. In a situation like hers, everything happened too quickly with no time to really tell what was going on. For all they knew a whole bunch of muggles were looking around curiously, crazed looks in their eyes. " "One can never be too sure Ms. Zaster."he replied with a friendly smile.

He looked taken aback as she suddenly grabbed his hand and for a moment he was sure she was about to tell him there was something else wrong with her. But instead she just thanked him. Smiling once more, his hazel eyes bright he replied, "You're welcome. Now let's see what we can do to get your foot back."

Darius looked up from his dummy victim a slight grin on his face. "I think my next courser of action is to dispatch Obliviators to the location. She said there was a street vendor and a monkey, so if they find that they'll find the area she aparated from. he paused, a slight frown on his face. It would be a shame if Dee lost her ankle even though a new one could be grown back. "But I think the main thing is getting poor Ms. Zaster here Healed first, that can't be comfortable." he said looking down at her and smiling once more.

Here? Oh, Lilah did ask if she was trying to get here. Looking around, she suddenly forgot what floor they were on and...great...But, she couldn't really say Ministry either. Could she? What if this was a muggle! Well, there was one way to find out.

"Here...you're in the Ministry. You're safe right now." she said as soothingly as she could with a smile, turning her attention back to her. She however, turned her attention back in time to see the woman look down somewhere. Was it her foot? Was it alright? Did it hurt?

Oh dear. Husband? Looking around once more, she suddenly felt silly becuase she didn't know WHO she was supposed to be looking for. A man surely, but what did he look like? "I don't think he's here, but I'm sure he's just fine. I will have someone go and look for him. What's his name?" Looking down at the hurt foot again, Lilah was about to reach out to touch it when she retracted her hand and put it back to her side. She was not so great at healing humans, like she was with animals. It wasn't bleeding, so just a feeeew more moments of figuring things out could be spared. Plus trying to remember that bandage charm to keep the foot in place and not moving would be good too. "Can you tell me what happened? Do you remember?"

"Excellent!" Christian flourished his wand, resetting the dummy. "You handled that very well," he said as he handed over the envelope.

"She started out rather.. frantic. You did well staying calm." Christian gave the man a small smile before patting his shoulder and walking over to another pair.

Laura looked at Dee as she tried to pretend as if there was no wound and she shook her head.
Laura looked up to see that Dee had realised that she had seen her wound and Laura patiently listened to what she had to say
Running away? Laura spoke out as she registered the information in her head.
Laura shook her head once again as Dee felt bad that she wont get her fingers back again
She made Dee sit down and kneeled in front of her and gently took her injured heand to have a good look at her wound
Bringing out her wand Tergeo she flicked it and the wound got cleaned of the blood and now the wound could be seen clearly.Dee had splinched all her fingers.
Laura tore her eyes away from the wound and looking at Dee she spoke
Well,Dee...i have cleaned your wound now,but there is quite some damage here,so i will leave it to the experts to tend to this wound, she said with a small smile
they will get back your fingers and that is quite an intricate work She had thought of using Episkey but she wasnt very sure if she should take the risk and moreover the experts will be using their own ways and methods and they will use dittany which is quite a task.
till then why dont you tell me what happend? why were you running away and from where? she asked her.She wasnt yet very much clear whether Dee was a witch or a muggle because if she is a muggle,there might be a need for an oblivator.

“Ch-chasing? There was someone.. chasing me?” Dee looked up at the woman, confused, as she rubbed her head.

“I.. I just remember small patronus. A chinchilla. It used my name. Said I had to hurry to the ministry. Something about my daughter. It knew both our names so I trusted it…”

Dee looked up at her, eyes wide. “W-was it a trick?”

“The Ministry? Oh dear…” Dee looked at her foot some more, scrunching up her face. “I was trying to get to my home.”

Dee grimaced in pain as she tried to wriggle her toes in her shoe. Reaching down, she gave it a squeeze and gasped.

“Owww. Merlin’s polyester jumpsuit. OW.” Dee bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“You don’t need to look for him. He’s probably at home. I just wondered if he knew something was wrong.” Dee sighed heavily, still wincing. “I was… out. And someone I have been trying to avoid for a long time confronted me and I tried to get away.”


Dee sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She smiled meekly as the woman cleaned the wound.

“I don’t know where I was. No landmarks, no signs. Just an empty warehouse. I couldn’t hear anything from outside, see anything, nothing. I’d been there for weeks.”

Dee shrugged. “Once I got my hands on a wand, I got someone to drop the charms and I just turned as quickly as I could, not really thinking about where I’d go.”

As the woman replied to him crying, Ryan sighed and just looked at her for a moment before he spoke again. ''Look Dee. Look and try to see inside my eyes and my mind. I can sense that mentally or physically you are in pain. I am here to soothe your pain. Yet i need your help for it. Now look at me, concentrate and just imagine that you are living those moments again. I know it will be difficult for you however the more details you tell me, the more i can help you.''

He fell silent still looking at the woman then he went on ''Alright now King's Cross. Now go back in time, back to the King's Cross. What were you doing there?''

Erik watched as the woman perked up and his smile turned into a charming grin. He watched as she wrote on the pad and took it as she handed it back to him.

He read the description with interest and nodded, granted eye witness accounts were regularly unreliable but he wasn't about to take this lightly. Standing up he nodded, "I'll be right back Ms, Zaster, I need to go talk to that gentleman over there." With a smile he walked over toward the man in charge.

"Um...excuse me. Sorry don't know ye name since I'm knew here. I have a lady over there who's lost her lips in Knockturn Alley it appears after she was attacked by a man." He handed him the notepad with a thoughtful look, "I'd like to send some o' ma men to check it out and hopefully find her lips in the process." At least there was no need for Obliviators since it was in a wizard place. "I think if we arrive at the front of the alley where she apparated we should find her lips and I'll have ma boys scout around to see if they can find the lad who caused her to panic or at least some more information leadin' to his whereabouts."

Chris walked into the room after unlocking the door. He had just finished a challenge where he encountered a ghost. That challenge was pretty easy but this challenge as it perfectly seemed could be a rather tricky but challenging one. Chris was quite excited about this level's challenge but he had to admit that his heart were a little bit close to pounding and that wasn't about the challenge but by interacting with the department head himself was something he was a bit worrying about.

He listened to Mr. Trumbull's integral, but rather intricate, instructions. Now that he had mustered enough information from the incumbent department head of Magical Transportation whom he met at Muggle Bookstore, he knew that he would and could handle the task at ease without troubling his mind too much.

He then obligingly approached the magical medical dummy. The dummy had probably splinched herself and so, in order to retrieve the lost body part, he needed to gather required information from the dummy and afterwards, he could dispatch obliviators to the place where the dummy had lost it...or her body part. "Hello Ms. Zaster. I'd like to inquire about a few certain things. I'm a bit wondering of where were you trying to go? Where did you come from? and most importantly, what was left behind?" He thought that those questions were enough and just in case the dummy would like to ask who he is then a little introduction would suffice. "By the way, I'm Christopher Greenleaf."

Okay, that was a good sign at least! This wasn't a muggle! She knew about the Ministry! Good, good. Excellent. But that really didn't help matters much.

Lilah looked down at the hurt foot when Ms. Zaster had, completely missing the pained expression, but did see the shoe move slightly. Hmm, was it broken or something? Fractured? Sprained? Bruised? How bad was it?! Frowning, Lilah was just about to ask how painful it was on a scale of 1-10, when she saw hands reach out and squeezed it. WHO in their RIGHT MIND would do that?

Just about to look around and glare at whoever did that, there was a sudden yell, making the icy blue eyed woman jump about a mile. Well, it wasn't really a yell, but it was a pained voice, and Lilah hated that kind of tone. "Oh, nonononono don't touch it." It was just...common sense not to touch it! She was running out of seconds where she could buy time for this! She didn't heal humans! She healed animals! However, with a determined expression, the blond haired woman maneuvered herself around so she sat in front of the victim's foot, and looked at her in the eyes. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to check out your foot. To make sure it isn't broken or anything serious. And to do that, I need to take off your shoe..." Which was probably going to hurt. Although, from where she was sitting, it was extremely uncomfortable, which meant it probably wasn't very cloud worthy where Ms. Zaster was. A cushioning charm though would do just the trick! And that one she definitely knew!

Listening to her story, Lilah frowned once again, as she continued to look down and stare at the shoe. This poor woman. Well it was a dummy, but if it was a woman, poor her. Probably just wanted a regular day out and about and then all this happened. "Who was this man? If...you don't mind me asking that is. How did he confront you? Did he hurt you? Anytime now or before? Do you need...help? With him I mean. We have very good and trained aurors at the ministry Miss."

Taking out her wand, she performed the cushioning charm around them, making it more comfortable and to make sure she quite rambling to the woman before she looked back up to the woman. "Would you like your husband here? I know a lot of people feel better when someone they know is around to help." And perhaps that way, she could send for other assistance as well.

DH was first taken aback with the situation he is at. But he never showed that fear.

His patient, a muggle with no eyebrows. And what bad thing is she looks really confused.

"Hello, Madam! What is your name?" he asked as he was looking for any harm that may come to the lady. "I am Daniel and I am a doctor." he said...

He then thought of Obliviators. He needed one.

"I bet you are tired, here have a seat" he said after conjuring a soft chair at the back of Dee. "Can you tell me what happened and where are you from?"

Dorian had been just about to wonder if he should go talk to the man running this round, ask what he was supposed to do with an unresponsive victim who doesn't have any visible injury, when he heard a question. Turning back to the victim, he ran a hand through his hair again as he looked her over again. "You're someplace safe," he assured her in a calm voice. "Do you remember anything?" He needed to work his way up to asking if he could examine her for injury. No need to scare a woman who was so obviously confused.

Switching his position so he was kneeling, instead of crouching, he watched as she noticed the cushioning charm. At least she seemed more comfortable now, so perhaps things would go easier. But at her question, a concerned expression flickered on his face. Muggle, he thought. "Miss, it's a experimental cushion, made to appear invisible. I simply wanted to make sure you were comfortable and it was the nearest thing available." Rush to come up with a even marginally believable excuse, then get back on topic. Especially since if she was a Muggle, Obliviators would be necessary. "It's not that important. Making sure you are okay is what is important." He needed to find out what went wrong, so he could stabilize her and figure things out. Therefore he needed to question her, in the nicest way possible.

Gulp! An outstretched hand. Michel eyed the dummy's hand for a moment before he carefully took it - a rather wary look in his eyes - and gave it a quick shake. "Yes, Michel DePaon." He gave the dummy a curt nod in greeting before his attention was caught by her ear...or lack of actually. "Where did you come from, Dee?" Because saying people's names made everything better. Or at least that was what some people said...

She HAD apparated here, hadn't she? Well, of course the dummy hadn't but he was supposed to believe that that was what had happened. "Are you okay?" Apart from the obvious of course. The missing ear and all. Well, and the dummy being, well, a dummy and therefore not actually alive or anything.

Christian looked over at Dee, waving his wand and resetting her again.

"Excellently prepared with the notepad. Well done. Kept a level-head. Yes, yes. Quite well."

Christian scribbled down some more notes and handed over the envelope.

Erik was taken aback slightly as he was handed an envelope and told well done. Wait that was it? What about her.... He looked over his shoulder to find the inanimate dummy against the wall. Right...a dummy. Placing the notepad and quill back in his hand he nodded, "Thanks." He reached his hand out and took the envelope with a smile before heading through the door to the next challenge.