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Entry tags: | char: colin creevey |
7 Sept 2012
Who: Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey (temp!npc), Grace Polliwog (npc), Lorna Hopkins (npc)
Where: Polliwog Residence
When: 10Am, Saturday
What: Investigating Polliwog for Granger.
Rating: PG - Complete
9/7/2012 | 10AM | 307 Shady Grove (Diagon Alley)
To say that this investigation was taking longer than the Creevey brothers would have liked was an understatement. While it wasn’t unusually simple to find missing persons, for two missing corpses they’d assumed the task would have been a little easier than it turned out to be. Despite having informants in all the major morgues in town, including one in New Diagon and a few outside of the London prison ward, no one seemed very eager to help them find the bodies of Grove Polliwog and Wesley Coil. The list of coroners they contacted essentially sent them on a giant circle jerk of where the bodies were rumored to have been stored prior to the funerals. At this point… it was pretty obvious the bodies never sat in a freezer. Whether they existed as corpses was another point entirely. While they had the names of the two men who had died at the Ministry Licensing Office during the festival explosion it had been rather difficult to track down any personal details of the two men. The head of the office was rather adamant about not speaking with them about the entire incident, and clearly other employees had been bullied into not talking for the last few weeks. That was until they were contacted the night before by a former Ministry Licensing Office employee. Lorna Hopkins, no longer worked for the Ministry, but claimed that Grove Polliwog’s funeral was odd. She had left the Ministry in pursuit of starting her own farm in Cornwall, but thought of Grove as a very good friend as they’d worked together for almost 12 years. In some ways, she considered him something of a father figure and she cared very much for him. She claimed that Grove’s wife, Gail, got confused about why they were at the funeral home, to begin with. And then proceeded to ask the casket be opened for viewing as their will insisted on open casket services upon either of their deaths. While this might have seemed odd in the muggle world after a fiery demise - wizarding cosmetics could do wonders. Shortly after the outburst, two oddly placed ministry officials took Gail into a room alone for a brief moment and when she reemerged she was sobbing hysterically about her husband’s death. Because of this concerning change in behaviour, Ms. Hopkins thought it necessary to contact the Creevey brothers, whom she’d heard were asking questions. Thanks to the former co-worker they had leads on wives, addresses, and an escort to make a few house calls. “Gail’s a bit ...dramatic,” Lorna warned the two detectives as they approached the Polliwog's duplex on Shady Grove. “I also don't think whatever they did to her at the funeral a few weeks back ever wore off.” "We can handle dramatic," Colin nodded nonchalantly. Dennis nodded along and Ms. Hopkins proceeded a few steps ahead to knock on the door. The Polliwog household smelled of poorly chosen potpourri rotated at a frequency that caused an unpleasantly potent smell. It took all he could for Colin not to frown in disgust. Dennis, on the other hand, went as far as to cover his nose with his shirt. Gail Polliwog was a short, plump woman with a rosy-cheeked disposition. She walked with a cane to curb what looked to be a limp on her right leg. Her free hand clutched at a dark purple handkerchief that she used to regularly dab at her puffy leaking eyes. They sat in the sitting room decorated with tacky floral print furniture and various knick-knacks that served no other purpose than to fill space. The fireplace was rolling at a comfortable size despite the weather outside being more than bearable. A house-elf wearing a children's sized t-shirt was working to provide the guests with tea and biscuits. "That a free elf?" asked Dennis to Lorna. "Of course, Sarge is free," interrupted a sniffing Gail Polliwog. "We even pay him a galleon a month." "Ooh," Dennis nodded unable to hide his condescending chuckle. He, of course, winced when Colin backhanded him hard in the chest. "Thank you for agreeing to speak with us Mrs. Polliwog," Colin continued. "We're hoping to ask you a few quick questions about your husband." The woman stared daggers into Colin, her lower lip quivering. "I haven't been able to stop crying for weeks over what happened." "Could you... tell me what happened?" A burst of sobs came from Gail and Lorna quickly went to rub the woman's back. Shushing the older woman like a mother would a child. Eventually, Gail took in a deep breath and composed herself. "Grove came home… like every night," she started. Her breathing causing her to pause every few words. "We had dinner. He sat down to listen to the Kestrels and Tornadoes match… I went to take my bath and… and… when I came home he was gone. The note he left said he had to go back to … he had to go back to ….work." A sob erupted and Lorna took over. "Mrs. Polliwog, did he usually leave notes for things like that?" Colin asked as her breathing regulated. "No…. He hated notes. He always thought they were passive-aggressive," the woman answered with a few sniffs. "Was he acting oddly in any way when he was home?" "No… not at all." Gail sniffed and then blew into her handkerchief. "Do you have the note, Mrs. Polliwog?" "Sarge! Dear! Could you...bring that…" she was interrupted by the house-elf conjuring the note in front of Colin. "Yes… there." Colin took the note and read it over. Had to go back to the office. Don't wait up.Colin handed it to Dennis who began checking it for traces of magic. "Could you tell me what happened after he passed?" Colin asked cautiously. "When did they ask you to claim the body?" Lorna Hopkins shot him a look as if he'd crossed the line too soon. Gail, however, stared at him for a long beat as if she were comprehending what he'd asked. "Mrs. Polliwog, did you hear me?" Colin asked. The elder woman blinked and she took in a shuttered breath. "I don't… remember. He left a note… I went to bed… He didn't come home… I went to his funeral." Her voice cracked and more sobs followed. Colin exchanged a glance to his brother while the crying continued. Dennis motioned for a private chat and the two men stepped into the hall. "No magic on the note," Dennis commented immediately. "But she's definitely in a loop. And there's a stress level ward on the house. They're obviously monitoring her." "Yeah," Colin agreed. "Should we push it?" Dennis mocked a frown and looked back at the two women. "Might as well. Who gets surveillance after?" He extended his fist almost instantly to Colin. And, as a pair of adult brothers would, they rock-paper-scissored for it. Dennis losing with a play of rock. They went back into the sitting room, where Mrs. Polliwog had regained her composure enough. Colin wasted no time sitting and he asked his next question. "Mrs. Polliwog is there a reason you didn't have an open casket for your husband?" "Mr. Creevey," Ms. Hopkins interjected with a serious tone. Colin held up a hand to their informant and asked again. "Gail, why didn't you follow your husband's last wishes?" "I…" the woman's lip trembled. "He came home… He left a note…" "Did you at any point see your husband's body, Mrs. Polliwog?" "He left a note…" the woman trembled as she sobbed. "But did you see his body?" "I buried my husband! He's dead!" She let out an angry sob. "He was killed! Murdered by savages! Murdered! My husband was murdered! Why can't you understand that!?" "I think you should go!" Lorna Hopkins called out. "NOW!" Colin and Dennis exchanged glances and properly made for the door. While some might have found causing a mourning woman to hysterically ramble an embarrassing act of shame the Creevey brothers felt a rush of excitement. "What in Merlin's name was that?" Lorna Hopkins barked as she caught the front door prior to it closing behind the men. "Ms. Hopkins, we told you it wouldn't be an easy meeting," Colin answered. "You pushed her into a hysterical fit on purpose!" "Of course we did!" Dennis rolled his eyes. "She's in a loop." "A what?" "Some people don't take to obliviate as well as others would like," Colin explained. "Elderly brains are complicated with all the extra memories," Dennis added. "If she's in a loop they'll send someone to try again," Colin offered a bit kinder. "What?" Lorna's face dropped a few shades at the thought. "But… what if they know we were here?" "Doubtful," Dennis mumbled. "Here," Colin reached to his inside pocket and retrieved a dark blue vile of potion two inches in height. "Put it in her tea, she'll forget the last hour and go to sleep for at least three." "That won't hurt her?" The woman asked. Colin and Dennis exchanged a glance and simultaneously shook their heads. "No, but… make sure you get the house-elf to drink some and you get out of here within the hour." Colin informed as he and Dennis stepped back out into the street. Dennis then offered, “Don’t stick around for too long. Whoever’s monitoring her levels will come by soon.”
Called it. Note the time
3:13 PM
[[ image through window of man & woman, mid 40’s, arriving in Mrs. Polliwogs fireplace ]]
3:13 PM
[[image through window of same man & woman memory charming Mrs. Polliwog on couch. ]]
3:13 PM
Who are they?
3:14 PM
Family, I think. They were in photos on the ladies mantel.
3:16 PM
[[image through window of a family portrait including the Polliwogs and the 2 intruders ]]
3:16 PM
Polyjuice?
3:17 PM
Maybe. For out of towners they were only there for 30min.
3:18 PM
We can track ‘em down in the morning.
3:19 PM
What about Coil?
3:19 PM
We’ll find a legilimens for the Coil visit. Let’s regroup with the informant next week. She seemed shaken up a bit.
3:21 PM
The nosey ones always do.
3:21 PM
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