Reaching (Open)
Jun 17, 2017 12:28:25 GMT -5
Post by Agilbert Fontaine on Jun 17, 2017 12:28:25 GMT -5
Agilbert snorted, clearly amused by the absurdity of the scenario to which he had just been presented and shook his head slowly, before he cleared his throat in a manner that sounded almost apologetic, as if he had done something wrong when he found humor in the Chief of Staff's witty reminder of the painful fact that magic invariably never solved any more problems than they caused. Straightening his tie again, he met Tobias' gaze: "I'll talk to Abernathy about it, sir. He should know whoever's in charge of making sure that all of the parchment on stock were imbued with hormone charms before they are placed in the typing pool and tell them to step up their efforts."
Upon hearing the inquiry into the case, he hesitated. Leaning back in the visitor's chair, he closed his eyes and exhaled out through his nose, frowning, clearly concentrating, his face pensive. The situation he was right now were one of those he absolutely loathed. He had had no idea it was a matter of urgency when he decided to go to him directly instead of returning to the office. Initially, Agilbert had thought that the reason for which his presence were sought after was more regulatory in nature, and had in his own mind meant to ask Mr. Rastlin when it would be convenient for him to have him come to his office. After all, Agilbert had thought, it was probably not without good reason the Chief of Staff had taken the trip down to the Wand Permit Office. In his mind, Agilbert had meant for himself to go up to the Auror Headquarters of the Northern District and fetch the files they were discussing. Now on the other hand, he would have to pass on all the information by memory. Luckily for him, he had taken with him some photographs from the Southern Division which he intended to give Aurelia for her case file. Opening his eyes, he crossed his leg and, supporting his elbows on the armrests, held his arms so that his chin could rest on the back of hands. He considered his supervisor for a bit, and then said:
"As our investigation currently stands, we have the testimony of an elderly witch by the name of Martha McGillycuddy, who resides in Roanoke, North Carolina. Her initial report was dismissed by the Southern Division by virtue of the fact that she is getting on a bit and her mind supposedly has began to wander a little in recent years. A not completely reliable witness, but as per her statement, three weeks ago, she spotted four men entering a building that was up until - 1916 or 1917, I think it was - housing a No-Maj 'tuna factory' while wandering the docks looking for 'Bob', that Giant Squid that gave the Office of No-Maj Misinformation so much trouble a while back, you know? It seemed, she claimed, as if they tried not to be seen. If what she says is true, they meet like clockwork: Every Thursday at midnight, the same place every time. And according to the fourth report she sent in, the physical descriptions she gave bears a striking resemblance to this man."
He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a large scroll of parchment, and rolled it out to full length, and handed it to him. It was a large wanted poster bearing the name of "Vladimir Histoff", depicting a rather handsome young man, though he looked like he was no more than sixteen years of age. His photo sneered wickedly to the photographer, obviously quite content with himself and that he was wanted for "atrocities against the wizarding community". Below the enlarged photo, there was a notification reading that "he may appear much older as the picture was take some time ago".
Upon hearing the inquiry into the case, he hesitated. Leaning back in the visitor's chair, he closed his eyes and exhaled out through his nose, frowning, clearly concentrating, his face pensive. The situation he was right now were one of those he absolutely loathed. He had had no idea it was a matter of urgency when he decided to go to him directly instead of returning to the office. Initially, Agilbert had thought that the reason for which his presence were sought after was more regulatory in nature, and had in his own mind meant to ask Mr. Rastlin when it would be convenient for him to have him come to his office. After all, Agilbert had thought, it was probably not without good reason the Chief of Staff had taken the trip down to the Wand Permit Office. In his mind, Agilbert had meant for himself to go up to the Auror Headquarters of the Northern District and fetch the files they were discussing. Now on the other hand, he would have to pass on all the information by memory. Luckily for him, he had taken with him some photographs from the Southern Division which he intended to give Aurelia for her case file. Opening his eyes, he crossed his leg and, supporting his elbows on the armrests, held his arms so that his chin could rest on the back of hands. He considered his supervisor for a bit, and then said:
"As our investigation currently stands, we have the testimony of an elderly witch by the name of Martha McGillycuddy, who resides in Roanoke, North Carolina. Her initial report was dismissed by the Southern Division by virtue of the fact that she is getting on a bit and her mind supposedly has began to wander a little in recent years. A not completely reliable witness, but as per her statement, three weeks ago, she spotted four men entering a building that was up until - 1916 or 1917, I think it was - housing a No-Maj 'tuna factory' while wandering the docks looking for 'Bob', that Giant Squid that gave the Office of No-Maj Misinformation so much trouble a while back, you know? It seemed, she claimed, as if they tried not to be seen. If what she says is true, they meet like clockwork: Every Thursday at midnight, the same place every time. And according to the fourth report she sent in, the physical descriptions she gave bears a striking resemblance to this man."
He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a large scroll of parchment, and rolled it out to full length, and handed it to him. It was a large wanted poster bearing the name of "Vladimir Histoff", depicting a rather handsome young man, though he looked like he was no more than sixteen years of age. His photo sneered wickedly to the photographer, obviously quite content with himself and that he was wanted for "atrocities against the wizarding community". Below the enlarged photo, there was a notification reading that "he may appear much older as the picture was take some time ago".