Who: Cyril and Luna What: Discussing a crime Where: Janus Thicky Ward When: Wednesday Rating: Low
The situation was already tricky. Cyril loathed that it had all been so public. Already he had a picture of the alleged crime just from the bickering he'd read, which meant that if he had done it, Stephen Cornfoot had been given a very good idea of what he needed to find an excuse or explanation for. It was up to the DMLE to try and piece this mess together.
"Good afternoon Miss Lovegood, I'm here to ask you a few questions about what happened to you. I'm going to seal us in, sort of, so no one overhears us..." Cyril said as stopped at the foot of Luna's bed and offered her a smile. He had a roll of parchment in one hand and a dicta-quill in the other. He drew the curtain around them both and cast a silence spell on it to offer some degree of privacy against the other patients and nurses.
He laid the parchment on the bedside table and balanced the quill on its tip. It wobbled for a moment before steadying on the spot, waiting for them to speak. "Now... do you want to outline what happened for me?" He asked softly, and his quill began to gracefully dance over the parchment.