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Jul 5, 2017 14:24:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 14:24:43 GMT -7
Stephen was glad Blaise was angry about the situation and the way it was playing out; the Zabini could use his anger to his benefit both now and when he got back from the office later on. As soon as he headed down the hallway, Stephen began to climb the stairs to the second floor slowly and carefully. “Specialis Revelio,” he muttered under his breath. Nothing. “Homenum revelio,” he muttered. The spell whooshed down the hallway but returned nothing. That didn’t mean the house was empty though; it was entirely possible to block the spells so that they weren’t detected. Stephen crept forward, his eyes scanning the darkened hallway, moving quietly as a mouse to keep the element of surprise on his side. He peered through a doorway and saw the loo; a quick search revealed nothing out of the ordinary. The linen closet was just that; Stephen had knocked on the back of it to be sure there were no secret passageways he was missing. The only room let, he assumed, was the girls’ bedroom.
Slowly he opened the door to the room; initially he did not see or hear anything out of the ordinary. Still, he proceeded with caution. The room was relatively sparse for a womans bedroom; there was just a bed, a dresser and a small desk. He checked every corner of the room, leaving no stone unturned. As he got up from searching under the bed, he heard a tiny, scratching noise from the closet. Wand at chest level, he crept silently over and opened the door quickly. To his surprise, an orange cat jumped out, yowling and spitting. It scampered down the stairs as Stephen cursed. Bloody cats. He wondered how the animal had gotten stuck in the closet, and raised his wand to examine the tiny inlet. It was a pretty ordinary closet, except for the fact that there was not a single piece of clothing inside. She had packed everything it appears; of course without a photo or evidence of what it looked like before he wouldn’t know exactly what she had packed. He crossed over to the desk where a memory board hung over and studied the pictures. There, that was what he was looking for. He plucked a photo of the girl and likely a friend in the room with the closet door open behind them and made his way back downstairs. “The girls’ gone, and everything in the closet with her. Looks like she packed for all kinds of weather,” he told Blaise, showing him the photo. He saw the cat sitting down by his empty food bowl and sighed. “She must be under an enchantment to forget her cat,” he muttered irritably, searching through the cupboards until he found cans of cat food and dumped them into the bowl. He wasn’t about to let the animal starve after all.
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Jul 11, 2017 21:32:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 21:32:01 GMT -7
@stephen It didn’t take long to hear the creaking of Holmes walking through the hallway above him. Blaise hadn’t noticed it at first, the hitwizard obviously taking his time to observe everything and anything within sight. He, on the other hand, was content with ripping things out of the drawers and cupboards, quickly searching behind each item to the very last inch. They were similar methods, but one required slightly more intensity than the other did. Blaise was proud of his hard-headedness and take action attitude. Not everything had to be done by looking down to the last, minute detail. His younger, Slytherin self would have battled that thought vehemently, but Blaise had seen enough in his years since school to know that sometimes plans didn’t always work. Like right now, for example. So far he had nothing. He had already botched the initial investigation up completely, as far as he was concerned, and it had only been saved through Holmes’s good graces and superior intellect. If that continued and Holmes also caught the girl, or better, the wizard responsible for it all, Blaise knew he would have to start reconsidering his occupation.
The walking upstairs stopped, though Blaise hadn’t realized it until he heard the scurrying clicks and claws of something along the floor. What on earth was going on up there? It certainly wasn’t another human being that Holmes was scuffling with. A few solid thumps down the stairs and a blur of orange a second later and it finally made sense. It was a cat. Holmes followed it into the kitchen a short while after. Blaise held back the grin that dared to splay itself across his face, knowing full well that they were supposed to be serious right now. “You don’t have to tell me that,” Blaise responded as he showed a couple empty drawers and the seemingly deserted kitchen. He watched as Holmes grabbed food for the cat. His partner was right. It was rather strange that she would forget the cat, of all things. “If she had magic, I’d say she was an animagus,” he pointed out. Though they knew she was possibly aware of it existing due to her captor, she certainly hadn’t given off the signs that she had any magical blood in her. “Suppose he could have transfigured her into this thing,” he motioned at the cat with his foot, “though why clear out the house and go through the effort of supplying food? He would have been better off just taking her at that point.” He certainly wasn’t going to be the one to test out the theory of whether or not the girl and the cat were one in the same. It had sounded silly in his head, and was equally ridiculous as he said it. Maybe Holmes had an idea.
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Aug 8, 2017 16:44:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 16:44:24 GMT -7
Stephen glanced down at the cat, who was wandering around the kitchen island slowly, as if with purpose. “There are a plethora of reasons why he would leave the cat behind if indeed the cat is a human in disguise, while also clearing out all food. It is possible that upon the captors arrival the woman got cold feet, the enchantment if any was washed away, or someone else a third party was here trying to convince her to stay. If it is indeed the third option then this cat wouldn’t be the woman, but that third party.” With a flourish, he scooped up the cat, and it yowled defiantly. Ignoring the grumpy cat, Stephen looked at Blaise. “In any case the feline is our only lead as the captor has clearly erased all evidence that anyone except this cat was ever here. We need to take her, or him, to Saint Mungos for assistance.” Of course, Stephen could probably have done this all on his own, however he was not particularly fond of keeping hold of this cat (or any cat) for a long period of time. Better to head over to Saint Mungos’ and if the cat was just a cat, then someone there could deal with it.
Stephen conjured up a cat carrying case, and ushered the feline inside. “Damn,” he cursed, sucking on the scratch he had procured on his knuckle during the effort. “Saint Mungos’ isn’t a far walk and Side by Side Apparition with pets is typically discouraged,” he said over his shoulder to Blaise, already heading out the door. The last thing Minister Granger would want to see was a report on her desk of how he splinched a kidnapping victim when she was in cat form. “Let’s go,” he added, a touch of impatience coming through his voice. He had rather hoped to find something more exciting than a cat at the scene, but perhaps they’d learn more soon.
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Aug 13, 2017 21:02:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 21:02:43 GMT -7
@stephen The preposterous notion that the cat they were dealing with could actually be a human sounded more ludicrous with each passing second. Except Holmes had taken an interest in it. Blaise was suddenly realizing that he was more out of tune with his hitwizard training than he had initially thought. Obviously he was almost twenty years out of it, but the fact remained that these were thoughts and observations were things that rarely crossed his mind anymore. He liked to think that he was still sharper than even the most observant of Obliviators, and that would never change. But in this setting, he was better as muscle than anything else. Holmes’ flurry of ideas on what the cat could possibly be, and the introduction of a third party, only led Blaise to let out a sigh. He pinched area between his eyes as he processed everything. Scarily, it made sense to him. His comment on the cat had been purely hypothetical, but the way his partner had put it was logical. And knowing Holmes, taking the cat to Mungo’s meant that he had a pretty good idea that there was more to it than what they were seeing. At the worst, it was just a normal house cat. The best option was that it was either their kidnapping victim or someone that could spill more information.
He watched as Holmes snatched the cat up and tossed it into a conjured cat carrier. Blaise still thought this was a crazy idea, but Holmes had yet to lead them astray so far today, and stepping on the feet of another department’s investigation would be stupid. He was merely here for assistance. “Not a fan of cats?” Blaise commented as he headed towards the door. Any animal would have tried to defend itself if a human went snatching for them in the manner Holmes did. The hitwizard was lucky he didn’t walk away with more than one scratch. Out the door and off to Mungo’s they went. Blaise kept his mouth shut because he was more intent on watching the cat carrier in Holmes’ hand. If the animal was actually a human transfigured, then the possibility of the spell releasing at any moment while they were in public would be catastrophic. Pun not intended. The existence of his job was to erase the knowledge of magic. The last thing he needed was to be the source of the leak because some idiot decided it would be easier to silence a muggle by turning them into a cat instead of killing them. For once, he wished it was the latter. A messier clean-up sure, but the greatest secret known to mankind would remain just that, a secret.
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