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Name: Colonel Kabir Ahmed

Business: (If owner) None

Location: (Either of Home, Attack or Business) Probably his flat

Age: 43

 Faction: (Vedir's Side/Independent/Ministry) Ministry

Ahmed has been on the receiving end of attacks since he first arrived in London. It is possible that finally his hidden enemy succeeds in removing him, at night while he is at home alone.

What happens to those who had their memories extracted? Might they become amnesiac...at least where that memory is concerned?

Colonel Kabir has had quite an exciting life. He is also prone to misfortune and it might be interesting/funny if he was zapped and then left wandering around in a daze to be found and treated...

Colonel Kabir needs something to do. He's in and out of the Ministry a lot and could just be in the wrong place at the wrong time, as usual... 

Colonel Kabir is not an Auror at present...at least not with the British Ministry...but he shares many of the same concerns; especially Runespoor smuggling. It nearly got the Colonel killed first thing upon his arrival from India, so he would be interested in doing anything he could to help put a stop to it.

Another of my characters, Vlad Dragulia, holds a high position in the Wizengamot and would likely make a good ally for Cameron.

Ahmed is always available to play white knight and rescue ladies from annoying men. Plus...he's sort of a friend of Adon's ; which means Jacoba might even have seen him around. Especially in Diagon Alley...

Ahmed is thinking about a career change, but would definitely still want to help. 

Well-deserved, Miss Amberlee. 

(Uniform: http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh54/Puddytat_03/Next/dressuniform.jpg  )

Colonel Kabir Ahmed was possibly more aware of the pretty girl at the booth than any Seventh Year could have been; because not only had she visited him in Saint Mungo's, she had been kind to him in the aftermath of the Ides of March attacks. Fortunately his confinement during the April Full Moon had come and gone with no untoward effects...

Since the DOIMC panel wasn't till after lunch, he took advantage of a momentary lull to walk over and say Hello. If he'd heard what Kia said about taking  a long time to get into her uniform, he could have related. He felt ridiculous in his parade uniform, though at one time his late wife had commented that it became him. However after all these years he was still not used to all the fuss and feathers and would have been far more at ease in his field uniform.

He hastened his steps when a little girl...who had long blond hair that had apparently turned green from swimming in over-chlorinated pools...tripped and caught herself on the table. Ahmed heard Griffon Manley ask her if she was all right; but before she could answer Ahmed noticed her splayed, webby fingers. They reminded him somewhat of a frog; and at that point he guessed that her hair must not be green from swimming pools. A Veela? he wondered. Or perhaps a Rusalka? Her teeth didn't seem to be pointed though...

He would have helped her with the pamphlet and even reached out his hand to do so...but Manley beat him to it. "Good morning. Are you alright? Didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

The child appeared distracted by the pamphlet. "I am not injured," she answered, with the sort of formality Ahmed himself often spoke with...indicating that English might not be her native language. He found himself very curious as to what it might be...

"Why are merfolk in this 'Beast' Division?" she asked.

"Excellent question," said Ahmed, in his North Indian lilt. "I have always wondered why sentient beings...who are often wiser than ourselves...are referred to as beasts. "

Well-earned congratulations! I  enjoyed all the threads we have shared (Grace has been in them with Vlad and Dilly) and I would love to do more at any time, with any of my characters.

It was Vlad who was there the night of the werewolf attack, but Sasha will certainly have seen Kabir around the Ministry. I would be glad to do a thread for either Eveline or Kabir with Sasha, though Kabir is more likely if Sasha is interested in the DOIMC. Eveline wants to join the WCU. 

Eveline got a scratch on her arm. Ahmed's injuries drew blood, and since he lost consciousness he can't prove he wasn't infected somehow. Might one or the other  be required to come in?

Ahmed is oneof the people Frank attacked, but he wouldn't bear a grudge once he understands what happened. If he can be of assistance he would be glad to help.

Ahmed was decked out in his dress uniform. He wore it only for special occasions, such as the annual Independence parade. Which was rather ironic; since he now found himself in the very country from which India celebrated its independence. Then again...from what his father had told him he himself was half British. As a boy he had never thought much about that. After all his birth mother had not wanted him. She had left him to be raised by his father and later his stepmother...who had been all that any child...or grown man...could wish for, in a mother. But since the loss of his family, Ahmed found himself wondering more and more about his biological mother. Since his arrival in Britain he found his eyes following every woman of a certain age that he saw, wondering, Are you the one?

He thought it again as he noticed Rita Skeeter. Shuddering at the very thought, he shook it off and went to join his friends and colleagues at the DIMC booth. He laughed as he heard the World Gramaphone's rendition of Johann's apology. Ganesh, everyone in the room must have heard it.

He blushed slightly as he saw Ms. Murray-Harker. Vlad had tried so hard to play matchmaker between them...but his old friend should have known better. Relationships between people who worked in the same department were generally a bad idea. Though if the rumors were true, it seemed to be working well enough between Tamis Raynor and Archer Radley. He couldn't help sighing a bit as he thought of that. Radley was a lucky dog, no two ways about it. Raynor was a spitfire, like Ahmed's late wife. So was that young woman from the WCU, who had visited hm in Saint Mungo's. Of course that was on business, he reminded himself. Still...

Enough, he thought, as he caught himself scanning the room in hope of seeing Ms. Ferris.  Arriving at the DIMC booth he took the last empty chair, set his duffle bag on the floor under the table, and reached for a steaming mug of coffee.

"Ahhh, " he murmured, after one sip. "Gabie, you are astounding."

Congratulations! Looking forward to threads some time...

Kabir Ahmed had been one of those early morning joggers...a habit which remained with him from his days in the military...but after the events of March 11 he was still not quite up to snuff. He had been released from St. Mungo's after a few days of observation, to make sure he had received only a concussion and not a skull fracture.  He'd been up and around for a couple of weeks now. However...running still made him dizzy, so he was currently limiting himself to a brisk walk.

Being fond of watching the early morning light  on the Thames, he had just crossed the Waterloo Bridge and was coming to the next street corner, when he spotted someone lying by the side of the road. "Ya Hizir," he muttered, as he sped up, hurried the person and knelt. "Please, not someone else I am useless to help..."

Finding the victim stretched on his side, Ahmed felt his neck for a pulse. Allah be praised, the man was not dead. But Ahmed looked around anxiously, wishing someone else would come along. He hesitated even to tap the injured man on the shoulder, to check whether he was responsive. After all if he had a neck or head injury he should be kept immobile until help came, as any movement might cause further injury.  Ahmed pulled his wand from the special pocket in his sleeve, and raising it over his head, he shot off a shower of red sparks. Hopefully that would summon help, and quickly.

But in the meantime, looking more closely at the victim,  Ahmed frowned in puzzlement. This man looked oddly familiar...

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