Approx. 1415 hours


Raine Almasy was confused, as she was sure most people were where Unspeakables were involved. And they were certainly involved today.

Nearly a dozen wixes had been dragged in not an hour ago - all of them Futurist extremists, or so claimed Unspeakable Tan who had been part of the raid at a private residence in Canary Wharf. Raine had been a part of it too; it was one of those follow-orders-no-questions-asked days. As a trainee that wasn't unusual. She trusted Andromeda Gamp with both life and limb, though, and the auror seemed more than sure of herself.

       "Almasy!" Virgil was coming down the passage towards the cells, where the extremists were being questioned.

He was in pyjamas. Of course he was in pyjamas. The whole floor was a jumble today, what with Solomon being out of town and Kuester in charge, and Unspeakables demanding to wait outside of interrogations for new intel. So why not Virgil in pyjamas?

"They've already started," she told him, assuming he was looking for his people. "Is that your Halloween costume? I like the hair."
        "Be serious!" he exclaimed as he passed her in a hurry, as though she was the unreasonable one. "We don't have time!"

They'd all been saying some variation of that today. No time, next time, how many more times...

Raine checked her watch, realising she would be late for another raid they had planned. It was useless trying to figure out what Unspeakables were up to, really. She picked up the pace with a sigh. Just another day on Two.