The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was abuzz, and at it's heart, the Auror Office -- really just a collection of desks and bulletin boards and mountains of files outside the Head Auror's office -- thrived; constant chatter layered over the buzzing of alert memos, and the flapping of notes that bounded out of the lift behind Miles. In all the chaos and movement, Miles seemed the only thing out of place. Morag noticed him almost the second he stepped out of the lift, and smiled to herself. Half of it was bemused prejudiced -- purebloods seemed to look out of place no matter where they were in the modern world -- and part of it because he looked god damned ridiculous peering around in those shades.
She captured a red paper crane and opened it up, small fingers pinning down still-flapping wings. 'Death eater' sighting in Norwich. Sigh. Pulling her legs from her desk, she planted them firmly into the floor and stretched up to pin the note to the bulletin. Two suspected murders watched her do it from their wanted posters, and she eyed them sternly. "Parsons, what are you doing next shift?" She asked, waving towards the lift as she tried to catch Miles's attention. "Need you to go to Norwich and interview a spooked old lady."