Regulation and Control

Who: Fred Holden & Everrett Mac
What: Kitty is laying some things out very plainly
Where: New Piccadilly Cafe
When: 1:30, Sunday, 3 August
Rating: PG
Status: Closed;Complete

( I feel like I've been lied to. I have been lied to. All that department is is a bunch of lies. Secrets and lies. )

( Warded Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Fred Holden )

( Warded Owl to Graham Pritchard )

( Note left on Fred's kitchen table )

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Fred Holden & Finn McGill
What: The Alpha is PISSED
Where: Home, Stapleford Abbotts
When: noon, Saturday, 2nd August
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Status: Closed;Complete

They hadn't been back for long yet. After driving home and keying Nate and Susie both into the wards along with Ky so they wouldn't trip any magical alarms Fred had finally gotten to the pile of Daily Prophets lying about. The moment she'd come across the headline on today's edition the rage rose. They'd smelt like blood and death the night before when they'd come back but Ford smelled like that all the time due to work. She hadn't paid much attention at the time. That and this? Coincidence? Doubtful. The last coincidence hadn't been one either. Ford was out, Fred knew. He'd gone into work. Finn, though, she was still around.

It didn't take much effort for Fred to pick up the scent and locate the wolf. Even covered in clothes Fred looked stronger right now than she had in days. Truth be told, she looked like she was about to kill. The paper was thrown into Finn's lap. "That what you two were up to?" Her voice was being very carefully controlled, but the growling slipped into her words anyway. It was hard to control it with just how very quickly her anger had been tripped.

( from the front page of the Saturday edition of the Daily Prophet )

Who: Ford Williams, Finn McGill, Kadyriath
What: A scouting mission
Where: Near the Ministry of Magic's street entrance
When: Around quitting time, evening, 31th July
Rating: PG
Status: Closed;Complete

( I can stay with Fred while you handle the aequitas. )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Finn McGill
What: Pack management
When: Tuesday afternoon, 29 July
Where: Grounds of Scamander Park
Why: Because some things need to be said, and others need to be left unsaid

Charlie and Mircea were out for a midday walk around the grounds when he caught sight of Finn. He'd been meaning to talk to her following the raid on Mysteries, because there were things he needed to make clear to her, especially with Pritchard having announced that he was at St. Mungo's. As bad as things were right now between Regulation and Mysteries--or as bad as they would be once someone put two and two together and figured out exactly who had conducted that raid--there were ways they could get infinitely worse. Not just for him, but for Finn and Fred.

And anyone who knew Charlie's mission style, including Kingsley and Tonks, would figure it out in about two seconds. He was, he knew, predictable in his own chaotic way. This needed to be buried in a deep hole and he'd need Finn's help to do it.

Who: Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter, Ben Dunstan, Finn McGill, Fred Holden, Graham Pritchard, Armour Golem Things, Faceless Nameless Unspeakables and bombs.
What: This is a Rescue Mission
Where: Air ducts, the Department of Mysteries, the Streets of London
When: Late night. Saturday 26th July into early morning Sunday 27th July.
Rating: PG-13 (it's Mission:Impossible)
Status: Closed;Complete

( Harry stunned him again, aware of the possible damage to the mind beyond the memory for such a rapid follow spell, but there was no time. )

( Heavily warded owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Seamus Finnigan )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Ben Dunstan
What: Fred's been missing for a while now, Ben's thrown for six, and Charlie's the bossman so of course he should know where she is.
Where: Scamander Park
When: 24th July, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language, probably.
Status: Closed; complete

It was an old building, so the corridors weren't large. Normally he didn't notice it but the further up in the building you went the more obvious it became. Ben wasn't sure if he was always struck by this thought; to be quite honest he couldn't really remember. It wasn't often he'd visited the boss' office. He wasn't entirely sure how many times he'd visited it when Trimble had been the head of Regulation but he could probably have counted the number of times on one hand.

Nodding in greeting at a few people he walked passed, stopping to exchange what he supposed would be considered pleasantries, though there wasn't really anything pleasant about the conversation, with a few others, Ben arrived at Charlie's office shortly after two o'clock, rapping on the door loudly. It still felt fairly odd, he thought, to consider Charlie his boss. The other man was quite a few years older than he was and he'd always viewed him as extremely good at his job. He hadn't doubted that Charlie would get far in the department, not really, but there was something that threw him slightly about thinking of someone he'd fought beside years ago as the guy who basically decided whether he got to keep his job or not.

He was also likely to know a lot more about Fred's current situation than he was. Or at least that was what Ben hoped.

( Heavily warded eyes-only owl post for Harry Potter )

Who: Fred Holden & Graham Pritchard
What: Knitting and Bake Sales (what do you think they're going to get up to?)
Where: Fred's cell, Space division, DoM
When: Early evening, Wednesday, 23rd July
Rating: PG-13 for language, I'm sure
Status: Closed; Complete

They'd removed the bed during the time she was gone. At some point after Rabbit had proved he was more avian than lagomorph Fred had decided again she couldn't risk these people learning too much about her. They'd clipped her nails so short she couldn't wait for them to grow back and she couldn't reach any major arteries with her teeth. Instead she'd started to pull apart the bed frame she hadn't been utilising for sleeping anyway. When they'd found her about to dig into her flesh with a sharp, twisted piece of metal they had gassed her and she'd spent all the hours between then and now in a sensory deprivation tank. Where muggles hadn't quite gotten the full submersion technique down, wizards had. Fred, cat afraid of water, had spent over forty-eight hours in a massive tank filled with salt water. She couldn't even find the walls to pound against. No, she just floated there, suspended, unable to move. She'd been blindfolded and had a bubble-head charm done on her so she could breathe. Other things they'd done had hurt, but that was the only thing that had scared her. Fred had spent more than two days terrified. Maybe they thought they'd broken her with it. Maybe she'd let them continue to think that. Or maybe they really had and she was just lying to herself thinking they hadn't.

All that was left in her room was that jumpsuit she still hadn't put on, the sink, the toilet and a new mattress. They'd replaced the old one with a futon, presumably because it didn't have any springs. She had been unconscious when she was dumped on the cold, concrete floor. By the time she woke up there was a tray of cold slop masquerading as food. It wasn't even that bad as far as food went, if you were human. Two days of not eating anything had taken a huge toll on Fred, though, and the meagre attempt at meat on the plate wasn't going to do much of anything for her. So instead she glared at it and curled up on the new mattress, shivering from the drop in her body temperature but remaining too stubborn to put that stupid jumpsuit on.

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Owl to Finn )

Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
What: Snuggling on the couch, a nightmare, and revelations
When: [Backdated] July 21 2008, bedtime
Where: Everrett's Flat
Rating: PG-13 for allusions to experimentation and possible torture
Status: Closed; complete

( But I'm still in training. . . )

Who: Fred Holden, Rabbit Tuor
What: Witnessing the new specimen, snarling
Where: The room with Fred's glass cage, Space Division, DoM
When: Mid to late morning, Tuesday, 22 July
Rating: PG-13 tentatively
Status: Open;complete

They were feeding her twice a day but the only thing Fred would touch was the meat, and even then only after a thorough examination of it. It barely passed for meat and it was cooked, horror that was, but it was better than starving completely just yet. If she could find a weak link and use it Fred would escape. If not, well she'd already been caught trying to dig her femoral artery out of her thigh a couple times during her residence. Her nails had been cut so short the tip of her finger came out farther than the nail itself. They'd done it while she was unconscious. It had taken until Monday for them to get really smart and start gassing her to knock her out before doing whatever it was they were doing to her. Fred always woke up sore but healed from whatever it was they'd been doing.

She slept excessively. There was little else to do with the increased silver presence lining the glass walls that contained her. Fred had burns on her hands and along her forearms from having tried to break the glass despite the presence of the silver. It had managed to criss cross down her right side like an X pattern drawn by a drunken child. The sleep helped to make up some for the lack of protein. It was likely only for that reason that Fred still wasn't cold enough to bother wearing the jumpsuit. She was cold, chilled to the touch, but until she started shivering she refused to give them the pleasure of her playing human enough to wear clothes. In all honesty, her temperature was barely below that of a human's. Fred's body temperature, however, ran nearly ten degrees higher than a human's did naturally.

From where she was laying curled up into a ball on the mattress in the middle of the floor Fred spotted movement. She lazily lifted her head to verify if it was someone passing through or someone coming to stare at the catgirl. Maybe they'd even come to poke her a bit. Prod. Something had happened over the weekend, they weren't cutting her up or subjecting her to electrotherapy anymore. At least, if they were she was unconscious during it.