Violet Slughorn (laodicean) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-03-26 06:42:00 |
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They’d been careful about what they discussed, where, and when. No one was paying particular attention to Violet - a Sacred 28 pureblood in good standing. In her vulnerable state, it was important to keep it that way. As for Percy, he was on thin ice after mouthing off to Yaxley and insulting Montague. He needed to make sure not to put a toe out of line again. Which was part of the beauty of their plan. A simple request for a secondary IT admin account to be created for routine maintenance was a good preventative measure to ensure the Ministry network remained stable. And thus, since the work order was put in, Violet had been using the account admin2 after hours, doing routine tasks like running system checks and defragmenting the network to ensure that everything appeared to be on the level. There was just one key flaw in part of their plan. “The Death Eaters here hardly use their o-mail or save files on their computers at all,” Violet announced once all of the charms had been cast to ensure they couldn’t be eavesdropped on. “I’ve searched thoroughly, and anything that’s there is pretty boring and useless. The most useful thing I’ve gotten is the Snatchers’ payroll records.” The meeting room was theirs for half an hour and Percy, standing behind Violet with wand in his grip, watched the screen with interest. And though it would make sense that the Death Eaters would barely know how to turn on their computer, much less use it, he still thoroughly wished for that smoking gun they could use to bring this all to a screeching halt. He took a deep breath. “They use the journals, though.” “They do,” Violet agreed. “I haven’t figured out how to get past specific people’s wards without tipping them off or without risking compromising everyone else’s in the process.” Both of which made it risky to experiment with on the level that she’d need to in order to find a solution. She’d thought of registering a small group of journals under fake names, but even that still ran the risk of causing a disturbance in the general public’s wards at a time that people most needed their privacy. “What I did create in the meantime is something that might make them worry that wards could be compromised...enough that maybe they’d use the memo system here more often as a precaution. Something we’d both be in a good position to intercept, copy, and then send them on their way.” “Tell me more.” Percy sat next to Violet, his wand loose in the hand that stayed mildly pointed at the door. “Because making Death Eaters nervous about wards does seem to loosen tongues or keep people from dying so spectacularly …” “It’s going to be very obvious that the journals have been tampered with,” she explained as she got to work. “Because I chose a selection of common words and phrases that people use regularly, and it’s going to replace those words and phrases for about twelve hours before the virus self-deletes.” With a small smile, she glanced over at her friend. “I’d avoid using the phrase ‘the right thing’ publicly today if I were you.” As if on cue, her house elf appeared in the room with a quiet pop. “Spritzy has left the Snatcher’s phone in the cafeteria as you asked, Miss Vi.” “Nice job, Spritzy,” Violet said with a smile. “Please watch the hallway and let us know if anyone’s coming. This won’t take too long.” He snorted, hoping that someone’s morality would get the better of them. A Death Eater, perhaps. Spritzy got a nod of greeting before he went back to watching Violet work. “So we can replicate the memos … we should also consider Mysteries. They’ll have a different server, and who in Godric’s name knows what’s happening down there.” “At the very least, I’m willing to bet there’s no study proving that magic must be passed from parent to child,” said Violet. “I think we’ll probably have to just copy everything in their archives if we go there, since we’re not really supposed to be there, and it will take time to go through everything.” Playfully, she added, “And I’m not just saying that because I want read about everything they’ve researched.” “ … I’m saying that because I want to read about everything they’ve researched!” he told her with a smirk, “including proving that there are no studies or links to magical lineage. Dotty Umbridge be damned.” His lips pressed into a line for a moment. “I’ve got a few thoughts for timing. If I call on you, just be ready. Okay?” Then -- “As much as we thought the charm might be good for a new incarceration system, I’m glad any chance to bring it back online’s getting wiped out. I’d never been quite so afraid as when I was watching those scrolls populate with data.” “Good,” Violet agreed, glad that she and Percy could agree on how fascinating the Department of Mysteries was. Then again, they’d always both been swots. “I’ll be ready. Regarding the tracking...I’ve made some notes on the process since I got the admin access.” There was a short pause as she realized how concerning that could potentially be. “It’s on a jump drive stored in my old bedroom at my parents’ house, tucked under the false bottom of a drawer. Don’t worry, my future in laws won’t have access to it, and there’s no personal data there.” She was quiet as she got to the command prompt menu. To truly wipe everything the Ministry had begun to restore, she had to work at this level. “For now, though...are you ready to complete phase one of our evil plan to save the world? Because I totally feel like a benevolently evil mastermind right now.” “Yeah, I’m still going to be a little worried,” he told her. “Because if Gerald Avery decides to play in your brain the only thing that’s standing between us is … me. And that’s really scary.” But Percy’s brow furrowed as he beheld the blinking cursor, and easing his arm around her shoulders, he squeezed briefly. “Okay. Let’s nerd out to save the world.” |