the less I know the better | bianca

[oberon anteros blishwick]

don't make me wait forever

May 23, 2026
Bianca Alia Rivera

Oberon nervously picked at the side of his fingernail while his knee bounced up and down under the table. This wasn’t a room Obie ever imagined he’d sit in; in fact, he hadn’t even thought of an interrogation room in…well, ever. Even when Bianca would rattle on stories of her work or complaints about whoever had crossed her that morning or cut in line at the coffee cart, Obie could listen and compartmentalize what he needed to. It wasn’t his world. The politics of the Ministry hardly crawled into his corner of the world. But the last week had changed everything.

Hardly five months before, Asher Burke had seen fit to promote Oberon to Information Liaison—the go-between, so to speak, to the Minister and their staff. Not that Oberon ever met with the Minister for more than ten minutes. There wasn’t much to share if he was honest. And Oberon learned quickly that while he knew more than the average unspeakable, he didn’t know everything. Burke had implied that he might come close to equaling Asher on what was occurring in this corner of the Ministry of Magic with time.

Obie was fine with that and happy not to pry. But ever since Asher Burke was arrested the week before, after a duel at Hogwarts…well, things had changed. While a raid on the Department of Mysteries was unsuccessful, every Unspeakable or intern awaited their turn in the hot seat. As far as Obie knew, none had fled. But he hadn’t spoken to Bianca all week, and not for a lack of trying. Surely, she had to know that he would never have supported such a destructive scheme like burning Hogwarts to the ground. That type of evil was against everything Oberon was as a human being. And now he was afraid if he spent any more time alone in this bland room without a clue of what would happen, he might start conversing with himself, and then there would be a different problem on his hands.

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[Bianca Alia Rivera]

23 May 2026

How did we get here?

It was a question that had been plaguing Bianca for a week, the little voice in her head that could never quite be stifled and haunted her as she tried to work, eat, sleep, anything. She’d been knee-deep in investigations and interrogations for the last week, trying to sort out the giant influx of arrested Purifiers that were waiting to be processed and tracking down the others that thought they could fade into the relative safety of obscurity. It was enough work to bury the Ministry, to keep every Auror and Hit Wizard working through constant shifts while the support staff put every system into overdrive to cope with the horror of the last week.

And still that question haunted her. The public’s faith in the Ministry had dropped precipitously, but that was to be expected. Bianca could handle that. It was much harder to banish her own new insecurities and the feelings that tore through her – the anger, the loss, the shame. She’d been put into the impossible situation of having to defend a system that she was struggling to believe in, to be its sword and shield when she still couldn’t quite banish the nightmares running through her mind. And above all that – the Minister loved to give her impossible assignments. Asher Burke’s arrest was one of the worst scandals to hit the Ministry in years, and it subtly hinted at the deep level of rot that had infiltrated the Department of Mysteries. An independent, enigmatic branch that was completely untouchable and yet undeniably intertwined with the Purifiers’ ability to wreak havoc these last few years.

So how was she supposed to clean up Asher Burke’s mess when nobody wanted to share their secrets? It was impossible, but still expected. She’d decided to bring in the entire department for interrogation, one by one, from the greenest intern to the most veteran Unspeakable. If there were any more secrets to be uncovered, she hoped to catch those criminals with their defenses down. Let them think they could disappear among the rest of their coworkers. She’d been taking care of the interrogations herself – if only because there were too many important people waiting for answers to simply hand this off to her Aurors. They’d proven to be frustrating so far. Bianca had to explain, firmly, that she wasn’t interested in their day-to-day work. Didn’t need to know what projects they were working on, didn’t need to know what their job title was.

But they still had to talk and Legilimency was no use here. It took ages to get the information she needed, if they ever said anything at all, but Bianca slogged through the job…because really, she had no other choice. She stared through the one-way glass into the interrogation room, her expression hard, at Oberon fidgeting at the table and looking around the small room. This was one of the ugly leads she’d gotten from these interrogations that she felt compelled to follow. A pureblood who’d been recently promoted by Asher Burke himself to an important liaison role. Also one of her oldest friends in London who’d been by her side for years. Bianca fought off the shiver of apprehension and the voice of suspicion that told her Oberon knew something. Had to know something. It was unthinkable, but her world had been turned upside down a week ago and nothing seemed impossible anymore. She finally pushed through the door roughly and sat down across from her old friend. She had no patience for small talk or to pretend that he had nothing to worry about. Bianca set down some files and stared hard at Oberon. “Tell me why you think you’re here,” she finally said, leaning back stiffly in her chair.

oberon anteros blishwick

[oberon anteros blishwick]

don't make me wait forever

May 23, 2026
Bianca Alia Rivera

The past week felt like a glimpse into the past. Suddenly, people looked at Obie with something new in their eyes. Not because he was a Blishwick but because he was a pureblood who worked for Asher Burke. Such things never mattered to Obie or his family. Honestly, he probably forgot he was a pureblood if not for his employee file and other records stating so. And then the doubt began to creep in. Did Burke only see fit to promote him because of his blood status? And not because he was worthy of the role? The thought made him feel a little queasy, if that were the case then he’d have to step down. Well, first, Oberon needed to figure out if he still had a job after this entire mess.

He couldn’t even trust Bianca to help him. They were best friends, but that meant Oberon knew well enough that she would put the law before anything. Justice was always her calling, just as curiosity was Oberon’s. Until now, that distinction had never mattered, but now that fork in the road converged to this moment when Bianca sat in the chair across from him with a masked expression. Almost like an alert dog, Obie sat up as she looked at him, but this wasn’t Bianca joining him for coffee or lunch. This was serious business. Files now sat on the table, but they weren’t distinct in any way.

Oberon’s eyes glanced at the files and back to one of his best friends. She didn’t ask him a question but rather demanded an answer. Swallowing hard, Obie really didn’t know what to say. ”Erm…Burke?” It was the obvious answer. The Head of the Department of Mysteries was arrested, which surely put all his staff on the spot. Not to mention the most enigmatic part of the Ministry of Magic. Obie found himself shaking his head. ”Bianca…I had no idea he was…” The very idea was upsetting. How many people had died over the years, and the entire time, one of the perpetrators was right there? More than anything, Oberon didn’t want to be in a position where he could not answer her questions, not because he didn’t know but because he was bound not to speak on the matter. Unspeakable was not just some cute name for him or his colleagues. It was something quite literal.

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