Wizards vs. Muggles (Free-form)

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Lita shrugged.

"I already did my part, and it's not like I have experience interrogating or anything. Don't wanna screw it up. Well that and his accent is nearly indecypherable for me" She looked very focused as she tried to solve the puzzle. She was forgetting something. There had to be more pieces. She stopped, deciding to come back to it after she had more information.

"Hey Alex, what's her name anyway?" She asked, in a slightly lower voice.

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Alex nodded and thought for a moment, before it clicked with him just who Lita was probably asking about. "Sarah Fields... Well, assuming she hasn't changed it" Alex said, as if simply acknowledging that as a possibility rather than actually worried about it.

He glanced up at the door that must've gone into the interrogation room, trying to imagine what Clark was talking about with the fellow now. "So, what's the verdict? You think the guy's been affected by magic or just crazy?" Alex asked, turning back to Lita.

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Goslen's head jerked upwards when Clark spoke, his eyes curiously unfocused for a moment, before he blinked and he returned to staring at the concrete floor. He paid no attention to Warren's entrance. "Afore, ye sae? Had a wee dram wit' tha lads a' tha pub," he mumbled. "Put t'gether th' puzzle, we dae, an' we got our pieces an' rustled oop tha boys, an' then we went to get the Barnes witch. Ye cannae cov'rup that noo," Goslen continued, the note of triumph crawling back into his voice, "fuir we'll know, aye, an' ye cannae hi'e that ye're in league with all of them, an' the witches ev'rywhair, so ye can kill me, but they'll know noo that ye've interfered!"

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Ministry Archives
"I see someone's nursing a grudge," said Karla, a touch distractedly. She scrawled out a nigh-illegible series of notes as she spoke; only the main heading was actually recognizable: SIS Q Iter 2. "In any case, you may be interested to know that the Ministry had an effort way back when to try to recover what Lockhart could have conceivably known, with the additional effort of trying to figure out how to reverse a memory charm. Evidently research on how memory works advanced about a decade, but that was it."

She scratched out two near-horizontal lines underneath the last several sentences of whatever it was that she was writing, and there was a brief tingle of magic at work before the text blurred into total unreadability. When she looked up again she looked at Lita intently for a moment before coming to some silent judgment and nodding slightly. "In any case, it's late. I think it's a good time to return home for now, unless there are objections. Tomorrow will be busy."

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"A little of both" Lita said, wondering where the observation room was. "I know he's been affected somehow, but I think it's better if we wait until he's told his side of the story before I start waving around a wand. Don't want him to get more uppity or the like"

Alex's sister's name sounded familiar for some reason. "What does she look like? Do you have a picture?"

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Lita muttered something about disgracing the Ravenclaw house and earning more infamy than Peter Pettigrew had done for Griffindor when Karla mentioned the grudge. Still, when Karla said they could return home Lita grew a bit sad. Sure, she hadn't produced a lot of useful information but she'd had fun reading through so many papers and trying to find out what had happened and solve the puzzle. Then she remembered that she still had quite a bit of extra research to do.

Several hours back, once Lita had been halfway done, she'd gone and grabbed several more recent files on things and used them as separators for the piles upon piles of newspaper pages she'd grabbed. Those open files, she hadn't read, but once at the safehouse she'd get the chance.

For the first time in maybe weeks, she was looking forward to going to a safehouse to do somethig other than sleep. Her access to the archives may be restricted by the ministry's working hours, but she still had a lot of research to do. Lita was very glad her grandfather had given her that pensieve back in her fourth year.

"Some food would sound nice too..." She said, realizing her empty stomach growled.

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"Looks like?" Alex muttered aloud, trying to think. Being asked to describe his own sister was a new scenario to him; an interesting if ever so slightly uncomfortable one, at that.

"Last time I saw her, she was a bit shorter than me, with long straight hair. Same hair and skin color, but her eyes were... What's the word, uh, auburn, I think?" Alex explained, closing his eyes to try and get a better mental picture. "Sorry, I'm not that good at describing people" he added with a shrug as he opened his eyes back up.

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Lita wondered if she should ask for a memory from him that she could use to see Alex's sister with her own eyes, but decided against it. Wizard/Muggle relations weren't all that smooth and asking for a memory might be too similar to legilimency in their eyes. Still, the name rung a bell somewhere, she couldn't quite remember where.

"Where's the observation room anyway?"

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"Not really" Warren said as he stood in the shadows with his arms crossed. "People go missing all the time, we could tell your people that you were released from our custody when you just so happened to be hit by a drunk driver; accidents happen."

"I've been wondering that myself" Alex said in response to Lita's question about the observation room. "I think it's this way" he added, and started heading in the direction he was initially headed when he got there.

It would be about another half minute before Alex finally found the door to the observation room.

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Lita sat in a nearby chair and looked at the screen, and began rummaging though her bag.

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Czeslawa takes it all in with a few nods. Curiosity satisfied, she claps her hands toggether, "I see. Yes, time for at least snack!"

Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles.

Clark shot a look at Warren. "We're trying to get him to cooperate, not scare him." He said. "Look, I need to go get a few documents, keep an eye on him, will you? Don't mention any names and do try your best not to intimidate him."

Clark stood up, taking his files with him, and heading out of the room. He showed up shortly afterward in the security room, where he guessed Lita was at.

"How are you at playing big, scary, and angry wizard?" He asked. "I'm considering faking his kidnapping from us."

"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir

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"I make no promises." Warren chuckled as he watched Clark leave the interrogation room.

He remained half hidden in the shadows, leaning casually against the wall, but never taking his gaze off Golsen. Reaching into one of his pockets, he pulled out a knife and flipped it open with a quick press of a button -the sound of it locking into place emanating in the small room- and began to carve at something hidden in his other hand.

"Sounds like you're not a fan of witches."

Ministry Archives

Lita's stomach growled again. Lita sighed as she came to the realization that she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a decent meal. She hadn't had lunch that day, nor breakfast. Come to think of it she hadn't really had dinner the night before, or lunch the day before either. Whatever strength she'd been using until then started to vanish and she blinked hard with another growl of her stomach.

"So, where to?" She asked. Under other circumstances she wouldn't have trusted anglophones' tastes, but her hunger took priority over the fact that most english food tasted like what happened when stale bread and poorly cooked meat loved eachother very very much.

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"I'll need immunity for that first" Lita blurted out in her usual overly fast tones, and a little nervous "I've already been kidnapped and shot at for no reason. I'm not commiting any fake crimes for you without proof I can't be arrested for them later."

Lita then sighed and looked at Mr. Clark. "That said... What the crap do you mean?"

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"I'll see what I can do about that." Clark said. "I merely wish to convince him that we are no longer holding him and that, instead, he is being interrogated by a wizard. That will give you freedom to use your magic at will to dispel whatever might be affecting him."

"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir

Lita raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to apparate him wherever, dispell what he has on him, and interrogate him? While playig the part of some scary evil wizard?Alone?"

Lita grew more nervous. "...I don't know..."

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Clark nodded reassuringly. "I'll have your back. if need be, I can walk you through the interrogation. You could just use something to force him to tell the truth."

"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir

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Half an hour had passed since Clark's departure and the interrogation room was silent save for the occasional scratching sound as Warren used his knife to work on something from the darkened end of the room.

There was a sizeable amount of wood shavings on the floor when he finished a minute later, the end result being a wooden stick about 12in long, and surprisingly smooth. He looked over his handiwork for a few seconds before holding out his hand so.Golsen could see.

"Do you know what this is?"

"You sure that's a good idea Clark? This guy was crazy enough to try shooting at Barnes while surrounded by armed special forces. Who knows what he'd try if put in a room alone with Lita" Alex chimed in, his mind automatically starting to think of the various ways one could inflict damage with their hands restrained.

Then a change in the monitors caught his attention, and he looked back to finally see what Warren was up to. Or at least, a guess towards. "What the hell is he doing?" Alex thought out loud, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he watched.

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"He's playing bad cop." Clark said. "I think a witch who can stun someone threatening them is a little more dangerous than an unarmed man with his arms bound. He doesn't have training like you do, remember."

"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir

It took a few moments for Alex's mind to catch up entirely and realize what Clark probably meant. But before it did, Alex went ahead and asked about what came to his mind first.

"Wait, so this plan involves Lita going in there and stunning Warren?" Alex asked, a little shocked and confused until his mind caught up. Then he simply looked like someone who just realized that what they said was pretty stupid.

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Clark closed his eyes for a minute.

"I'm going to assume that you didn't realize what you just said."

"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir

"Uh... Basically, yeah. I was just checking" Alex said a bit sheepishly. He took a few steps backwards to the edge of the room; this line of work wasn't really his forte.

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Lita watched as Alex and Clark talked, growing more uneasy by the second. She wasn't scared of what Goslen could do to her, she was scared of what she could do to him.

With her magic flaring up like it had been as of late, she wasn't too comfortable with the idea of "forcing" someone to tell the truth. The lemon drops were a very passive form of making someone tell the truth, most of the other things that came to mind edged too far in "human rights violations" territory in her head.

She looked at Alex.

"Also... I kinda set free a gigantic fire beast back in Romania... and cast a wand-less patronus charm; a feat previously unheard of in magical history. I'm not exactly a defenceless little girl here." She said. Lita looked at the screen and sighed, then looked at Mr. Clark.

"However, I'm also not an agent with years of practice and training in acting and deceiving people. If you got disguised, I could side-along apparate you and do some of the weaker charms -what with it looking like a major human rights violation and all to use the stronger ones. It's in page twenty two of the thing I gave you- but I don't think I can pull off doing this alone."

The image of her shattered bedside table sent a small chill down her spine. The name "Ariana Dumbledore" echoed in her head for a moment as she began looking for a black robe in her backpack.

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"Really? I was unaware we had such a prodigy helping us" Alex said jokingly, though it didn't seem sarcastic. "I'm sure you two can take care of things from here then. I'm gonna go check on misses Barnes" he added, giving Clark and Lita a quick wave as he headed out the door.

Fortunately for him, Alex already knew where Mrs. Barnes was being kept, so he wasn't going to get lost like he did on the way to the observation room.

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Lita looked to the side with Alex's joke. Didn't anyone give the fact that she had done something previously thought impossible a second thought? Didn't it matter?

She kept looking for the black robes in her bag.

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