Marlene McKinnon (bp_marlene) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-05-13 08:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 05, character: marlene mckinnon |
RP: Marlene
Who: Marlene
Where: The Tomb of Mrs. Cole
When: late 12/early 13 May, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Marlene is called in for the latest Voldemort's appearance
Marlene had made sure that there was at least one Muggleborn Auror per shift that would cover the Muggle news. She wasn't sure how they did it, something about twitting in their mobiles. She had no idea what this twitting was and how it put news inside their phones, but she would have to learn once she had time to do more than breathe. Until then, she would rely on men and women who grew up in this era and could navigate around this world.
When her watch rang, she rolled toward her night stand and answered it immediately, although she knew that Alastor would be awake by then. She listened as the Auror mentioned a earthquakes in an usual location, only a cemetery really, quiet odd, the Muggles were reporting. She asked for a location and told the Auror to meet her there. For once she dressed in jeans and a plain top, matching everything with boots. That would her blend, or at least she hoped so. "I have to go," she told Alastor, kissing him gently, before being on her way.
When they got there, the area was surrounded by cars with flashing lights, yellow tape, people dressed in funny overalls. The Auror explained that it was standard wear for coppers during an investigation, something about forensics. She would question him about it later, but for now, she cast the confundo on the copper handing out those funny clothes and they both put one on. That allowed her to walk around the area without anyone stopping them.
She stopped when she saw a moving table being dragged through the grass and dirt. There was something under the white sheet, too small to be a man. "Wait up," she told the two men, and reaching them, she lifted the sheet, sighing when she saw the small body. A newborn. A young life cut prematurely by a spoiled boy. She had no time for sentimentality though. She reached for her wand, and without taking it out from the transfigured pocket of her jeans, she cast a spell, but she could find no traces of magic on the body. She nodded at the two men and let them go, before going further into the cemetery.
Everyone seem intent on looking for things on the ground. There were numbered yellow plastic signs on the ground that she was told indicated where evidence was being found. She didn't care about any of that. She followed the magic. It wasn't easy, because the area reeked of Dark magic, but there was no doubt that it was strongest in the tomb near where the body had been found. It took a combination of charm and confundo to deal with the Deputy Inspector on the case and his Sergeant, but she was allowed to view the tomb. She didn't have much time, but then she knew she'd be returning here to take in the scene, possibly as soon as the sun was out. However, she was there long enough to discover the centre of the magic, to see the open tomb, and to wonder what he'd found now. Too much, too little, it was impossible to guess, but one thing was sure; she was on the right track, she knew what he was doing and soon she'd find him.