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Agatha Bole (aurorskickarse) wrote in pandorarpg,

Agatha Bole had been having the time of her life.

This was why she'd become an Auror. The thrill of the chase, the ecstacy of the take-down, and the activity that gave her muscles a burning ache that reminded her that it was good to be alive.

She hadn't slept in over 24 hours, and was currently surviving on pepper-up potion and coffee, but she was fine with that, even if she wished she could change out of yesterday's clothes. Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last. The 'living inferi', or 'Kissed', or whatever they were being called had mostly been captured, but a few remained, including, apparently, one in the WWN offices in Diagon Alley.

She held her wand out in a defensive posture as she entered through the front door, keeping hyper-vigilant for any signs of her prey. She heard a sound to her right and immediately swung around to face it, nearly scaring to death a secretary behind a glass wall. There were a few people in there, all looking terrified and staring at her as if she were going to maul them. She rolled her eyes and mouthed Auror for their benefit, but quickly moved away to keep her eyes and ears open for her target.

There he was. He was trashing an office, sending papers scattering everywhere. As she approached, however, he seemed to lose interest in his current destruction and moved on elsewhere - specifically, a door across the hallway. The door wouldn't open, but it kept rattling the knob, eventually banging against the door in an effort to bust it in.

She smiled ferally.