WHO: Seamus, Assorted other DMLE personnel and... carnage WHEN: Early Sunday Morning WHERE: Lavenders Building WHAT: Fenrir left a mark RATING: High for previous violence
He'd finally dozed off at his desk. Face down in a pile of paperwork, Lav on the sofa next to his desk and tea and takeaway she'd brought over long cold. His face was plastered to a report that had logged the last three known wolf attacks, the victims were still mostly unconscious at Mungo's but the information was in theory vital. But the fact of the matter was it had told them nothing about where Greyback was or if he was with any of the other escaped DE's.
If the bastards were smart they would have left the country but Seamus was rather certain they were all too petty and vengeful to do anything smart like that. The only saving grace to this mess is that that sort of mindset would only lead to their capture.
It was... half-past four when the alert went off. Most of the department had been given a short leave to get some sort of sleep. There was something to be said for having a halfway alert force. He jerked his face off the report that was stuck to it, smudges of ink on his cheek. As tired as he was, adrenaline always flushed the sleep from his eyes and got his limbs moving. He was throwing on his robes and telling Lavender that he had to go all in one fell swoop. It was a sad state of affairs when Seamus was the senior hitwizard on staff. It didn't take long for the severity of the report coming in to sink home. Muggle casualties. It blared from the police bands they regularly monitored. Looked like a wild animal. Ministry owls were quickly sent off to Obliviators and the Muggle worthy excuse squad. They'd better be awake and better be on-site damn soon if the sounds of the reports were anything like Seamus could imagine.
Coordinates were given that left a bad taste in Seamus's mouth. They were familiar. All too familiar really. There were too many flashing lights at first for him to really take in the scene and that he was glad for. Flashing lights and muggle police everywhere. The first victim that wheeled past him, on a rolling bed thing, oh what were they called again- didn't matter, and it was all too clear what had happened. Fenrir Greyback. There were too many bodies. Seamus and the hitwizard who had apparated over with him knew that the backup they requested wasn't going to be enough, not for the number of muggles that were going to have to forget what they'd seen and get a much better reason for the carnage than what had really happened.
He was young, the wizard with him. Asking all the sorts of questions a good hitwizard should. Why here? Why did Greyback seemingly take out an entire flat block and why had no witches or wizards alerted anyone of the attack. The man took all the information of the apartment quickly going through the terrified landlords resident list. All the man could say was everyone- everyone but that lovely blond woman. A police officer shoved a cup of tea in the man's hand and Seamus too the opportunity to keep them all from getting much more information. Brown-Patil. That was the glaring name. Shite shite and triple shite. Seamus pocketed the list, casting a quick spell on the policeman who originally had it. He'd leave the excuse to those that were trained for that sort of thing.
How in the hell was he supposed to keep two police agencies from placing blame on the only two apparent survivors and the only two witches in the whole damn building? Fuck. Things were going to get far worse before they got any better.