Where: Scamander Park
When: late, late Friday night
What: Unbeknowest to the Unspeakables in Scotland, their counterparts in England are attempting to take advantage of the situation that has most of the Regulators gone.
Rating: Who knows?
Status: Open; in progress
Euphemia yawned.
She could hear the clock faintly ticking in the distance, quiet and familiar, and before she knew it, her eyelids were drooping shut, her head falling in slumber. The soft sound of her snoring drifted through the lower rooms until she jolted awake, startled by a sudden CRACK! It was Apparation - but where? With a jump of her own, the woman snapped from room to room until she saw them.
Two men in suits, their fingers shuffling through the cabinets outside the Magical Theory offices while another had his wand poised towards the door. With a yelp, her body spun backwards as a blast of pure air slammed her against the wall.