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!status: complete, ^date: november 14 2003, character: agatha bole

Who: Agatha Bole
What: Getting a new assignment
Where: Aggie's flat / DMLE Auror's Dept
When: November 14, 8AM
Rating: BAD Language

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Aggie had been sleeping the sleep of the truly exhausted ever since falling into bed the evening before. She always had a rather bad crash after working over 24 hours and being kept up by pepper-ups and coffee alone. Thankfully, her sleep had been uninterrupted, and she was currently dreaming about a beloved tall, dark-haired man with a Scottish accent, whose smile made her insides melt, who was-

"Auror Bole!!!!!"

She sprung up from her bed, wand at the ready (she slept with it under her pillow, so it wouldn't be far in cases of emergency), only relaxing when she got to the living room and saw a head in her floo.

"Bloody fucking hell, Dalrimple, why are you bugging me at home? Haven't I earned a little time off?"

"You earned sleep, time off can wait," said the head of the Aurors Division, Dalrimple Gaskin. "Have you read the Prophet yet?"

She shook her head, stifling a yawn. "Don't tell me - some sort of shite about us abusing those we captured over the last two days?"

"No." There was a long pause before a simple two words were spoken, two words that nearly sent her already frazzled nerves over the edge. "Greyback escaped."

She could hear her blood pounding in her ears, a rare fury springing up so suddenly that it almost expoded from her. In fact, it did in the form of words. "Holy fucking mother of a blast-ended skrewt's testicles! How in the name of Merlin's baggy y-fronts did he get loose? Hell, how did he even live this bloody long? Should have put him down like the rabid arse animal he is!!!"

Once she'd exhausted herself screaming, the face in the floo looked at her with an upraised eyebrow. "Are you done yet? You know why I'm calling you. MacLachlan's dead, and you're the next best - nobody else has put in as much time chasing the bastard."

"I didn't have any choice. I was just a Junior at the time."

"Like I give a shit. The case is yours, Bole. You get him and you bring him back. You and I both know it's what MacLachlan would have wanted. Now you get some clothes on and get started right away."

Before she could say anything further, he was gone.

For a brief moment, she felt like she was 20 again. A mere Junior Auror Trainee, tagging along with Senior Auror Duncan MacLachlan as she learned how to do the job. It was a job they had both loved, and that for some reason often involved the destruction of various buildings. Fenrir Greyback had been one of their main focuses, at least until the Battle of Hogwarts that had meant prison for Greyback and immortal death for MacLachlan.

She wrapped her arms around herself, wishing he were still there with her.

"I won't let you down, Duncan," she spoke to the air as if he were still there. "And if they can't hold him, I'll put him down myself."