Honroius was once again looking into the death of his father. It was driving him insane, and it had been for years, that he couldn't find the murder. So far he had tracked him to the Middle East, probably Jordan as far as he could make out, but once there he couldn't find anything else. As far as he could tell he had fled there after Honorius had attempted to kill him, ending up with Honorius wipping the mind of a trainee Auror who then fell out of training. He realised that there was a certain witch that could help him though; Nicola Randall. He would pay her a visit at the nearest possible occasion.

But as the Auror checked the time he realised that his chase needed to come to an end, for now at least, he had a meeting with the boss. Normally that would mean Tamis Raynor but today it meant the, brand, new Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Honorius had not seen the man yet. And to be honest he had no intention of greeting him. But when he recieved a memo asking him to go to the mans office he really had no choice. As the gaunt Auror stood though a plan formed in his cunning, trully Slytherin, brain. Tamis Raynor and Honorius Stilicho didn't get on. They believed in a different views and they had seriously differnt views on how the Auror corps should be ran.

Unfortunately most of the Aurors agreed with her. But perhaps Honorius could get the new boss on side. Someone who could out rank Raynor would be a useful ally.

He was wearing his red uniform as he walked through Level Two. His can, hidding his wand, was methodically going backwards and forwards as Honorius continued to the office. He ignored the few Aurors that he passed on the way, now was not the time for social chit chat; afterall when was? He was meeting a high level ministry official and his mothers words came smacking into him from decades ago. Stilicho, though a half-blood himself, was from one of the oldest Pureblood families in the World. He lived up to the family name, as his mother had insisted her name be passed on to her children. She told them to respect those with power, especially those from good families, and do nothing that would harm the family name.

Knocking at the deparment head's door he stood there. Upright and straight like some cold and unfeeling statue.

This was the worst day so far. First MacDuff’s threats, then Pratt, Trevelyan and Eleor barging into his office and demanding action to be taken despite refusing to accept authority. But Rosier was patient; instead of further initiating arguments with his staff, he came up with a finer approach. Aurors were hard to keep in line, so instead of playing their game, Rosier was ready to set up some new rules.

He knew of Stilicho, a Senior Auror who almost seemed like an outcast among all the others. An older, seemingly less temperamental man with an impressive record. Rosier didn’t know him personally yet, but he hoped they will be able to work together without much conflict. He needed someone serious and reliable to maybe ‘keep an eye’ on Raynor’s dream team.

It was getting late and the things slowly started settling down after what happened earlier today. Level Two almost felt deserted, but Rosier preferred it that way. He liked the quiet solitude of his grand office now, it was almost therapeutic. However, the posh office was in a slightly messy state at the moment – papers and parchments were scattered everywhere, books were carelessly tossed away from the desk (as if someone pushed them off in rage) and all that was covered in ashes. But cleaning the mess was the last thing on Rosier’s mind at the moment…this was a creative mess of sorts and he felt comfortable in it.

Before Stilicho decides to show up, Rosier would dig through his secretary’s desk and look for schedules she made for him and then amend them. However, when he reached for his door, at the same moment he heard a faint knock. He opened them instantaneously, finding himself face-to-face with a skinny wizard.

“Ah, Stilicho,” he said in an almost cheerful manner, despite his foul mood. Not bothering to excuse his messy office to the man, he gestured towards an empty chair next to his cluttered desk. “Sit down. I’m Rosier – as you already know…” Just formalities, if that introduction counted as formal…”I need a word with you. I trust we can agree that everything we speak of in this office will stay confidential.”