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Agatha Bole ([info]aurorskickarse) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-10 20:57:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, ^date: november 11 2003, character: agatha bole, character: cade warrington

Who: Agatha Bole & Cade Warrington
What: Idle hands breed annoying Aurors
Where: DMLE, Auror Department
When: November 11, 1300
Rating: Language, but that's all




Upon reading the Daily Prophet that morning, Agatha had grown increasingly upset. How dare Ron Weasley get all the damned fun?! She'd been waiting for a dark witches to come around for years, since before the brat even became an Auror, and yet here was the most dangerous they'd seen in ages, and who got to challenge her? Weasley. She'd been pouting all morning behind an open file (to hide her face - she had an image to maintain) until finally deciding that it was her duty as an Auror of her caliber to pick herself up by the bootstraps... and find someone in the know to get information from, and live vicariously through them.

She made a stop down at the cafeteria for two coffees - knowing her target, she'd have 'irished' up one of them if she thought she could get away without Gaskin fnding out - and returned to the Auror Department, her target in sight. When she arrived at the desk, she placed the cup before her old House-mate.

"Cade, darling, how's your day been?"


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[info]godofwar
2012-01-17 05:59 am UTC (link)
Cade snorted. "'Deductions' imply you have the facts to back up your theory. As you're not actually on the case, it's speculation and conjecture at best." It wasn't meant as an insult, but merely a statement of fact. Of course, it was hard to tell the difference when dealing with Cade.

"By your logic, the fact that this object went missing after Zurlo's death could implicate that he wasn't the one who had it in the first place to release whatever was inside. He certainly didn't walk out of here with it, after all. He could have been in the right place at the wrong time. Nor is there any way to know whether or not Zurlo had the same symptoms as the other victims, and we certainly can't ask him." More's the pity. It would certainly simplify things. Of course, there were ways...but none that an Auror should even entertain. "But to answer your question, yes, we know how it got here. Nine."

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[info]aurorskickarse
2012-01-18 12:23 am UTC (link)
She laughed. "All right, you got me - deductions based on speculation and conjecture. You know me, Cade. I hate being on the outside and looking in."

She sighed, wondering if continuing the game would just lead to more frustration. Or at the very least, asking along another track would lead to something more interesting.

"Have you discovered a connection between the two missing objects? The box and the mask?"

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[info]godofwar
2012-01-19 07:26 am UTC (link)
Cade nodded, something like commiseration crossing his face briefly. "I know. But at the rate bodies are turning up, you'll be assigned one soon enough and then you'll be read in." He gave her a wry look. "You won't be offended if I say I hope it never gets to that point." He wanted to crack this case so badly before someone else died, but he knew it was unlikely.

Probably because there were so many things they still didn't know. "No," Cade grit out. He and others had a hunch that the missing items were related somehow, but no kind of connection could be made yet. Nothing had clicked and it was driving him mad. "Eight left."

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[info]aurorskickarse
2012-01-21 01:26 am UTC (link)
She was actually enthusiastic about the idea of being assigned to one of the cases, but tempered it lest she look bloodthirsty. She wasn't, truly she wasn't, she just loved her work.

She was starting to run out of questions about the case. There was still so much unknown, and whatever else there was couldn't easily be asked, or answer, with a yes or no. Which meant that she would leave it for now, keep her ears open, and choose a new line of questioning. Such as his actually getting laid on Friday night.

"So, new direction luv - this lady Friday night, do I know her?"

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[info]godofwar
2012-01-21 03:29 am UTC (link)
Cade raised a brow at Aggie's sudden shift in topic. He knew better than to think she was giving up on finding out more about the Zurlo case. But they were still playing the game, so he'd humor her.

He finished off his coffee - grimacing slightly as it had gone cool - then considered her question. "Oh, yeas, you know her." Even if Angelina hadn't been a pro quidditch player, Aggie probably would remember her from school.

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[info]aurorskickarse
2012-01-21 03:32 am UTC (link)
She mentally starting going through the entire DMLE staff to see which woman would be masochistic enough to shag Cade. Not that he was as awful as most people made him out to be - she enjoyed his sick humour from time to time - but he was certainly an acquired taste.

"Does she work here?"

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