29 May 2012
8pm, Tuesday
Oulton Broad, Suffolk More info

The sun was setting over the Broads, old flooded peatworks near a the mostly muggle suburb of Oulton Broad. Quill Som, the Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes approached the scene, dressed in her most muggle attire including a yellow reflective vest and clipboard. Of course, concealed in her sleeve was her long teak wand with a dragon heartstring core.

There were others milling about, some her people, others from Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, and naturally many muggles. A car had gone into the marsh, a 2010 Ford Fiesta in plum purple. The trouble was, it had not entered the marsh from a roadway. Reports had it entering from the sky, careening down from above and crashing nose first into the wet. It had been there now for twenty minutes. Locals had rushed in to rescue whoever might be inside, but found no one. Report of the strange incident had made it's way to the Ministry of Magic who'd mobilized.

"Likely a flying car," Quill said in a private voice to Finch-Fletchly as they had to step high through the tall grasses. Most people found Quill to be a little cold but she had a good reputation at the Ministry of Magic, built over many decades. She knew of this wizard with her only so far as to know his name before marriage. Nott.

Quill's mixed magic/muggle family had endured hardships at the hand of the Death Eaters and their ghosts (figuratively). She believed in justice, but she also believed in getting on with it and continuing to protect the Statute of Secrecy.

"I imagine you'l want to get your hands on it before the muggles start in."

Theodore apparated close by and walked up to the crowed looking on. “I swear, that thing came from the sky and crashed right down here!” exclaimed one muggle to another. Theodore looked over at the ugly colored Ford Fiesta  and figured it was a flying car, and thought to himself that whoever did this made a right mess. It was then that he saw Quill Som. A lot of people say she’s cold, but he was used to that sort of behavior from his old family and the circles he used to be forced to run in. Even Quill figured it was a flying car, and asked him if he wanted to get to work on it. He looked over at the muggles and then back at Quill “Of course.” He said, because he was a man of few words. He quickly pulled out his wand and sent the car to his caseworkers so they could look at it before he got back. He looked over at the muggles surprised reactions, and figured the Obliviators could deal with them.

Oh, Merlin - !

The man they'd sent from Artefacts had Apparated in and drew out his wand in front of a dozen bare-faced muggles and their mobile phones! The car was floating out of the muck towards a dry embankment to the predictable and sticky awe and amazement of the onlookers. They weren't the only ones startled into action. The Ministry personell on the scene seemed just as surprised.

"Finch!" Quill hissed hurrying over. She stood in front of him, her face shocked. "What are you doing! There are muggles everywhere!" She whispered the word under her sharp shout. She put her hand on his wand arm. "Put that away! Follow procedure!"

And Quill thought the Aurors were bad at keeping a low profile. Even the Department of Mysteries made half an attempt not to blow the cover on their entire way of life.