Who: Romilda and Su. What: Barty asked Romi to look for Su and Anthony, but obviously she's not going to find Anthony. When: Tuesday, probably around lunchtime. Where: girl's loo. Warnings: Romilda-ness? TBA.
It hadn't even occurred to Romilda until she'd been asked to look for servants that she might not want to be helping law enforcement with the investigation. What if it was one of her friends? What if it was her new friend, Ginny? She hadn't seen Ginny around anywhere during the blast, and the redhead would not have escaped Romilda's attention. But that didn't mean it couldn't have been her, and she was the only one Romilda really knew of that might be motivated to do something like this.
Well, she had told Mr. Crouch that she hadn't seen Ginny, and that had been the truth. She wanted to talk to Ginny, but perhaps it was best that she didn't, at least until the investigation was over. She had a feeling her new friend wasn't a fabulous liar, and Romilda herself wasn't too good at it, either. False pretenses had never come easily to her.
That was it, then. She wouldn't go see Ginny until the investigation was over. Not like she had the time at the moment, anyway, she had a bloody castle to search for two missing servants. She was going to do her job, but a part of her hoped that they were either innocent or they had escaped. Normally she'd have wanted someone punished for a crime of hurting someone, but the black and white lines were a bit blurred here, and that bothered Romilda more than she cared for.
She had to put that aside for the moment, so she could at least do a proper search, even if she couldn't find them. She'd already told Mr. Crouch she would, after all, and Romilda Vane was as good as her word. Where would a servant hide? She'd checked empty classrooms and every room she passed on her way down from Gaunt Tower, thoroughly searching each floor as she went. Systematic, yes, like color coordinating. And she occasionally checked behind statues, when she saw them.
It wasn't until she reached a girl's loo that she had any success. She'd lost track of what floor she was on, but that wasn't important. There was a girl in here, and Romilda wrinkled her nose; the room smelled of sick. "Hey," she said, not sure if it was the girl she was looking for or not; she couldn't see her face. "Are you alright?"