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WEASLEY, ron b. (pigwidgeoned) wrote in pandorarpg,

Ron nodded, worry creasing his face as the lifts rolled to a stop at the DMLE level. He stepped off them and headed toward the Auror offices. "I don't like the sound of that at all. If we have this witch who isn't even Pandora killing people and she has the box and then the real Pandora appearing elsewhere, then why does this other witch have the box at all? Why isn't Pandora collecting the memories herself?" She could just be using the witch so she doesn't get caught, which would make sense, but then again, they hadn't caught this witch yet either so it wasn't like she was in any real danger as of yet.

"Yeah, we definitely need to be able to have everyone there who can make it. It's not quite as easy scheduling them like it was in school, but hopefully we can find a time that will work for everyone soon. Lavender's been doing a lot with the database so she really does need to be there." He felt a bit odd talking about Lavender after all they had gone through, but he wasn't going to pretend like she hadn't done the work she had. Especially when he had been sitting around doing absolutely nothing.

Ron led Dean back to one of the interrogation rooms, which is where they had set up the pensieve. While it wasn't the warmest of places, it gave them both privacy and security so it was the best place to do this. He opened the door for Dean and shut it behind himself once they were both inside. There was only one table in the room, two chairs and a pensieve in the center of the table. Ron had brought some pumpkin juice up, though, so it didn't seem quite so much like a normal interrogation might.