Who: Antonin and NPC'd Auror When: during the trial What: Antonin has a Plan! Where: the Ministry of Magic Status: Completed!
Antonin wasn't expecting this particular mission to go very well. But he was tired of arguing with Bellatrix, and he was frankly rather tired of the way she spoke to everyone as though they were children, and getting out of the manor for a time was a welcome diversion. Even with his own still-healing injuries, the fresh air and mild exercise were bracing, and he could get something done, at least, even if it was only fragmenting the DMLE more than it already was.
He chose his time carefully; almost everyone was at the trial. He staked out a spot near the elevators in the Aboretum, frowning at a piece of paper as though it held directions that he wasn't quite capable of deciphering, and waited for a promising mark to appear.
Milton Jenswick was one of the quieter elements of the Auror Department. He did his work and kept out of the business of most of the others. But even as someone who attempted to keep himself out of the politics and unprofessional attachments that formed within the Ministry, he wasn't completely adverse to helping someone when they looked like they were rather out of their depths. And that was what provoked him to step in behind Antonin, peering over his shoulder, "Are you looking for anything or anyone specific?"
Antonin had charmed the paper to resemble one of the Ministry's ubiquitous form letters, having taken the one sent to Rodolphus on Marius's arrest to use as a guide. He looked up at the man who'd approached, giving him an appropriately confused smile.
"Hello," he said, purposely exaggerating his accent. "I am sorry, I am a little turned around. I was asked to see Auror Moody today?"
It was entirely possible, even likely, that the Auror would offer to escort him; a short, obviously fragile older man with a cane didn't appear as a threat.
Moody? Huh. That seemed a bit weird that someone would be sent to talk to Moody instead of to Scrimgeour or Crouch, but considering the way that the Department had been slowly losing population, he could believe that they were spreading some of the paperwork around. "It isn't far from here," Jenswick said as he stepped over to one of the lifts, hitting the button that would take them to the Auror's floor. "I'm just heading back myself. I'll show you which desk is his."
"Thank you," Antonin said with another smile, following the man to the lifts. It was always easier when people listened to their nicer sides. Once the lift arrived and they'd both stepped in, Antonin moved over to the control panel and hit the button that would stop the lift in its tracks.
Jenswick blinked as the lift jerked to a stop, his gut clenching as every instinct from years of training fired in his system, his hand moving automatically for his wand, "What are you doing?"
"Imperio."
Antonin had always been good at Imperius. He kept his wand pointed at the Auror, who had gone silent as soon as the curse had left his lips, and smiled.
"These are your instructions. You will search Crouch and Scrimgeour's offices for any files pertaining to the Azkaban prison, its defences and its layout. When you find these files, you will send them to Trainee Healer Remisra at St. Mungo's, in a file labeled 'test results'." He deliberately used the name of a trainee who had washed out; any Owls addressed to her would go to Antonin's office. "You will not speak of this to anybody. Should you be caught in the act or found out afterwards, you will attack the man or woman who discovers you. You will not be taken alive."
As soon as he was finished, he cast a quick Obliviate, and pressed the button to take the lift back to the Aboretum.
He honestly didn't expect this to work. But it would satisfy Bellatrix for the time being, and it would further fragment an already incompetent department. Even failed plans had their uses.