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Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-14 23:01:00

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!2003: 10, !incomplete, padraig montague, ron weasley

Who: Ron Weasley, Padraig Montague (and open to Harold Dingle!)
What: Auror meeting
Where: Ministry of Magic, Auror Department
When: Thursday afternoon
Warnings/Rating: TBA

Ron's day was not going exactly according to plan - which had been to come to work, fly under the radar until four fifty-nine and then skate out before anyone could give him a reason not to. He'd spent most of the morning being all too visible, giving a report about the fugitive he'd run into in Knockturn before work; then he'd knocked a cup of tea across his desk as he was eating his lunch in a rush and trying to catch up; and now he was off to get up to speed on the first real case he'd been assigned since he had started here.

He had been openly, vocally looking forward to getting some truly substantive work, but somehow he hadn't imagined this. He hadn't known Elkins personally, but here was one more person who had given of herself to end the war, one more person who had paid for it with ... Well, he was getting ahead of himself, there. There was no solid reason to think, yet, that the incident had had anything to do with her politics, and no proof that she had suffered anything more than a nervous breakdown.

But as he shouldered his way into the room where he was set to meet the rest of the team, he knew that that sort of caution was all rubbish. The war hadn't left him with an awful lot of objectivity when it came to explaining away missing do-gooders. Hopefully his co-workers would be of the same mind, or he could foresee a very long and unproductive conversation ahead of him.

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bullintheshop
2010-10-15 06:43 pm UTC (link)

When Padraig said he didn't want more useless paper work and other mind-numbing work, he hadn't exactly pictured this. But then again, what had he been expecting. Somehow on this side of the desk chasing someone through a dark alley, tackling them, and dragging them in didn't sound as, well, realistic as he had envisioned. Oh well. Here was a real case in front of him, not to mention a real challenge. It was time to prove that he could handle something this big.

So gathering up everything he had up to this point on the Elkins case, he sort of tossed the milla folders on the desk in the conference room. They were organized, sure, but it didn't help that the one the folders was all but bursting into "Unusable/Unbelievable visions" with people claiming the girl was on Mars, or currently being held captives my mole people in some cave in the Ukraine. He didn't have much to go on, but hopefully, by putting everyone's heads together maybe they could come up with something. As he waited for everyone else to show, he began setting up the cork board on the one side of the wall. If anything, just to harness some of his anxious energy right now.

When he heard someone walked in he stopped what he was doing and looked over. A serious look was on his face, but it wasn't cold. "Hey." he said simply with a small nod of his head.

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geroffme
2010-10-15 09:25 pm UTC (link)

"Hullo," Ron returned cautiously, setting his things out on the table and helping himself to some of the files that were lying about. He didn't know Montague well, and still relied mostly on his impressions from their days together at school in forming his opinion of him, but he had enough interest in doing his own job well that he was willing to give the benefit of the doubt where any doubt existed. Maybe he wasn't some Slytherin prat; and even if he was, he was on the right side, and he might be good at what he did. It was worth waiting and seeing.

He nudged the largest file open, snorting quietly as he paged through its contents. "This is what comes from offering a reward, I guess. Oh look, someone's spotted her in Jamaica. That doesn't sound half bad." He let it fall closed again and looked up, resting his hand on the back of his chair. "Is there anything we do know? Aside form what was in the Prophet, I mean. I haven't been over to the scene yet." Which probably meant he was a little behind. it wasn't a feeling he liked, but since he was now responsible for more than sorting memos, it was probably one he was going to have to get used to for a while.

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bullintheshop
2010-10-17 06:35 pm UTC (link)

Padraig let out a small chuckle when Ron looked at that file. "Too bad the rest of it isn't as useful, we were two good sentences away from getting to go check it out." he half joked to try and maybe make a good impression on Ron. Not that he cared all that much, it was more or less a 'It's a million times easier to work with someone on good terms' thing, than anything else.

"Funny you mention that." he said turning away from what he was doing to go to one of the folders labeled "Cornfoot", and handed it to Ron. "Thihs is about all we've got to work on right now. This guy had this dream vision, or something." he shrugged, clearly Padraig didn't think highly of seers, and was still half convinced all that stuff was made up. But at this point, he was willing to give it a shot. "We're scouting out locations, and trying to dig through symbols, it's all outlined in there, and his personal statement is in there in the back." he said simply trying to inform the other man.

Padraig leaned against the back of the chair thinking. "We've got a list of a few locations, I was going to start to check them out later this afternoon, I'm thinking maybe you should come too."

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geroffme
2010-10-21 02:45 pm UTC (link)

Ron was in the mood to be agreeable, which was rare enough - mostly, he just wanted to make sure his day came off without any explosive incidents that might hold him too long after hours. And if his partner on this case was inclined to try to be friendly, he was going to work with him, whatever he might have thought of him at school. Right now was the time to be practical. He left file behind with a little regret, and took the one Montague handed him.

"Cornfoot?" he said with mild surprise, reading through the brief account with a sinking sense of dread. He and Stephen hadn't known each other well, but they had been in the same class, and Ron didn't remember him as being particularly flighty or incredible. And all of this stuff about blood and runes and dead or dying does was not encouraging. He would have liked to have been able to discount it. The symbols were a complete mystery to him. His first instinct was to take them home and show them to Hermione, of course, but - vacation.

"Yeah, I'll definitely come." He lay the file on the table. "I've got to get out the door by five this afternoon, but I'd like to get a start on it. Where are you thinking of looking?" The only clue he could see as to location was ... bricks. Not helpful. She could be anywhere, and he had to wonder whether the vision - if it was true - was prophetic or simply revelatory. What if she was already dead? "Do you think it's - you know, real?" he asked reluctantly.

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bullintheshop
2010-10-27 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Padraig nodded at Ron's reaction. "Yeah, interestin' bloke." he said not really sure what he meant by that in all honesty. "Came down not long after he sent that to us and gave almost the verbatim statement in person. So he's either got somethin' here, or he's really committed to this sh-story." he had to stop himself from saying something he'd probably later regret. He'd never bothered to hide the fact that he really wasn't the one to deal with divination and stuff like that. But as so far, it's was one of their only breaks, he was willing to take what he could get from it and at least give it a go.

"Good, good." Paddy picked up something off of the table and walked over to pin it to the board if for nothing else than something to do while he was talking to Ron about all of this. He didn't know him too well, and that made him a little uneasy, but he hid it well. It wasn't because of who Ron was or anything, it was just working with someone newish did that to him occasionally. "There's some wooded areas not far from the girl's home that we thought we'd start lookin' there. There might be a few old homes back in there. Figured we'd start close to the girls home and expand from there. If anyone has her, they're not likely going to have her in the middle of London." he said adding I hope in the back of his head. It made sense right? If she was in an animagus form of a doe at the time, someone would have seen a doe running around the city.

"Personally and off the record?" Paddy thought about how to phrase this. "I have no idea. I'm going with this because it seems to be a pretty credible source, and we don't have that much right now. But then again, this is comin' from the guy who usually thinks that divination is nothing but shite." he shrugged. Paddy eyed him for a moment. "Where are you goin' at five?" he asked.

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Ugh, I'm so sorry I missed this while I was away. Thread!fail.

geroffme
2010-11-11 03:24 pm UTC (link)

"Good," Ron said, looking over at the very few things pinned to the board. None of that sounded too bad. Decent instincts, a decent lead, a decent chance that maybe their informant wasn't full of it. None of it made him feel any more confident that Elkins was anywhere close to still alive, but at least they had a fighting shot. ... Sort of.

"'Credible' is stretching it a little," he muttered, in agreement with pretty much everything Montague had said so far. "And it usually is shite. Almost always." The example he had always trotted out before, that Trelawney had taken every chance she could to predict Harry's death, died in his throat and gave him a bit of a jolt. "But it's better than nothing. You're right." He sat, rifling through the other, even less credible files just to familiarize himself with them, and met Montague's gaze with what he hoped was a stern expression but was probably just vaguely worried. "I'm going on vacation," he said, his tone just a little too hopeful. "And I won't be back til Tuesday." He really, really hoped he was going on vacation.

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