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    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    11.10 Election update!
    11.07 We have Posting Wizards!
    11.06 A big announcement...
    11.04 Happy AC day!
    11.03 Banner time!
    11.03 Welcome to November!
    10.29 October is waning...
    10.17 Election 1887 campaign ledgers are up!
    10.16 Kayte's changed her (Charming) face!
    10.10 Congrats to September's PW winners Olive and Miri!
    10.03 An update on the Hogwarts ban...
    10.01 It's now October~
    09.30 The AC Approaches
    09.24 We have new Wenches!
    November 1887
    Timey-wimey detector
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    A few small bumps in time would not have raised many eyebrows. Wizards got a bit experimental, nearly happened on something working, that sort of thing. A couple in a week would have raised eyebrows and caused the time-turners to be temporarily recalled and reissued in case one was malfunctioning. And then there was what had happened earlier that day in Diagon Alley.  

    The Department had their way of checking for disturbances, of course they did, but they rarely tracked them unless they were significant. In this case, even if they hadn’t been able to track them, there were all sorts of reports coming in of hair colour changing and antler and Merlin knew what else.

    Belle’s office was now filled with a large, slightly transparent 3D map of the country victorian magic google earth. At present, the area above London was zoomed in, showing a large black fog above Diagon Alley, twisted with purple. The witch frowned and zoomed back out with a twitch of her wand. There were small spots of the cloud all over the country- naturally occurring, most likely, or from elderly wizards with too much time dabbling in what they ought not to, but harmless really. Another flick brought Hogsmeade up, and a third dialled back the time.

    That was odd. There was a slight mist over Madam Flint’s home on the night of the ball. Not that she put it past the witch to own something prohibited- not that she’d call her out on it- but turning hair blue hardly seemed Madam Flint’s style. But then- there- there seemed to be a little over one of the clubs on the High Street not long after.

    Maybe that would help find the culprit. “Any spare employees to my office immediately!” She called out through her open door, using her wand to momentarily amplify her voice. Perhaps it would be a simple case of cross referencing the list of guests and the list of Excalibur patrons, but she doubted it would be so.

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    Tiberius did not at all care to be called a spare employee, regardless of what he was doing or working on at the time. Since he had only just returned from lunch, however, he couldn't really be claim to be embroiled in anything that he couldn't leave off for a moment. He'd only just stashed his coat and hat and was still on his way back to where he'd left off on his latest project, before lunch. Even so, he hesitated for a moment in the hallway, wondering if he could get away with slipping back and avoiding the woman.

    If it had been someone else who had been appointed to head the department, Tiberius might have been able to say it wasn't personal. He did rather dislike being interrupted, no matter who was on the other end of the disturbance, and detested any sort of direct supervision, preferring instead to be left to his own devices while he worked. Of course, this was also Miss Trimble (or, as everyone was forced to call her now, Mrs. Lestrange), and so it was personal, too. He hadn't liked her on principle, because she was a woman whom someone had promoted to a position of authority over him, but he'd liked her even less when she'd married his uncle. The pregnancy issue was just the topping on the cake.

    But he couldn't just pretend he hadn't heard her. He was still in the hallway. It would have been too obvious. With a sigh, Tiberius turned and skulked towards Belle's office. He entered and leaned against one wall, gazing wordlessly at the map. He did not intend to speak to her unless it became necessary. She had summoned them, after all. She ought to be the one to tell them what this was about.
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       Salome Moore
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    To say she felt out of place here would never be a stretch. For starters, she was the only one in the department who found themselves labeled as lower class - and she saw the harsh reminder every day with things as simple as the quality of her clothes verse theirs. Two, she was easily the youngest in the department as well. And well, in the gender minority. Yes, she was out of place in all the labels, but it just made her more determined. Well, frankly just the class one. She was perfectly fine with being young. And a woman. She would willing marry out of work.

    Salome had, to put it simply, been hiding in her personal office. As soon as she had gotten back to the department, the girl had all but checked for others near my and darted through the lobby. From there she had proceeded to ignore any ongoings beyond time and noting who, if anyone, was in the office. Her goal was to be the last to leave and find someone in the magic reversal squad on the way out, hopefully without bumping into anyone else. She should have know that wasn't going to happen. And she had no acceptable reason to ignore her boss, she with a heavy heart, she stood up and followed the figure of Mr. Lestrange down the hallway.

    As soon as she left her office, it was clear why she was hiding. Her hair - her prize and joy - at least if you asked her, was died a bright maya blue and a small pair of antlers grew from the top of her head, not large enough to throw her off balance, but noticeable being it grew at least three inches out of her head. And while they didn't hurt - they itched. And that was the reason she needed to corner someone in the magic reversal squad. She had no desire to go during the busiest point of the day for even more people to see her like this. She wasn't used to having antlers in her head, thank you. And while those drew a fair bit of attention, looking past that and towards her face would yield an interesting result. Her facial expression somehow managed to look embarrassed and burning in anger at the same time.

    "Whoever is behind this needs to be stopped," she'd hiss out through gritted teeth.
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    Tiberius had been planning to engage as little as possible in this meeting, but when Miss Salome Moore followed him in looking as though she'd just escaped from the circus freak show, he couldn't really help himself. He raised his fist to his lips and sniggered behind his hand at the sight of her, then added with a smirk, "How lucky for us that you appear to be on the case, Miss Moore."

    He didn't care for her, either. He generally didn't like being forced to pretend that women were his equals.
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    A snigger sounded to her side and she flinched and a grimace formed on her face as she turned to face the male who had spoken. It was like he was broadcasting his thoughts, likely he was calling her a freak. Oh dear, if this got out she would never have any chance of marrying anyone, let alone up. She could say goodbye to any hopes of balls or parties. "A simple case of being in the wrong place and the wrong time, Mr. Lestrange. It could have happened to anyone with whoever is behind this still on the loose, sir." She turned back to Mrs. Lestrange, forcing her facial expression to fall blank. "Rather than dwelling on that, our time would be better spent in the engagement of finding the culprit, sir."
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    “Thank you, Miss Moore, Mr Lestrange.” Belle replied with an edge of sharpness. Miss Moore had ought to remember her place- a laugh was not going to harm anyone, and she could hardly expect people not to do so, but her sort of step-son was hardly helping. “I trust you remember how to reverse a simple colour changing charm.” She added. Discretion was needed during this investigation- horns weren’t going to help and probably needed specialist attention, but blue hair could hardly be solved through a good hat.

    The witch took a few steps towards the map. “I trust neither of you shall need briefing. It seems this is the first large occurrence of this- but not the only rift of late.” Belle gestured at the clusters of fog. “There was one at Madam Flint’s party the other week, and one more recently at Excalibur.” The girl again was going to be little use- she could not send a girl of such humble birth (or more specifically, blood) to interview the formidable witch, but neither could she send her unchaperoned to a Gentleman’s club. “Tiberius, do you remember anything odd occurring at the former?”
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    Tiberius wasn't entirely sure that the woman wasn't toying with him. Madam Flint's party had been the one at which his wife had collapsed, and he was fairly certain that his aunt had not forgotten about the incident. He raised an eyebrow and replied dryly, "Nothing relevant." That much was certainly true; there could be no possible connection between Antigone fainting--or having pretended to faint, he still wasn't entirely sure which--and someone conducting unauthorized time magic, unless she had developed some particular sensibilities of late that he knew nothing about. "Though that's not unexpected. I was hardly trying to detect time magic at the time and I imagine none of us were particularly close to the source of the incident."
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    Tiberius, Ephraim mimicked snidely in his head, as Mrs. Lestrange turned to her new relative so they could have their little chat about a fancy society party. Young Tiberius hadn't noticed anything, obviously. "Of course not," Ephraim muttered under his breath, turning his gaze back to the fog clouds on the maps. He doubted they would have seen anything if they'd been trying.

    Ephraim wasn't particularly interested in solving the issue of these time disturbances, and equally uninterested in seeming a 'spare' employee (the Hall of Prophecy would be an utter shambles without him keeping close tabs on the place!)... He did, however, like to be a close observer when granted the opportunity to see mishaps unfold under Miss Trimble - Mrs. Lestrange's - leadership of the department. It served them all quite right.
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    Vablatsky’s presence reminded Belle why she liked to keep her mental wandering into other people’s heads in check at work, though she often found herself doing so subconsciously. She distrusted seers in general, and bitter old men, so the head of the hall of prophecy did little to endear himself to her. Resentment at her sex she could handle- undermining her authority, she could not. She shot him a glance, sorely tempted- like most days- to jinx the smugness right out of him- only she wasn’t quite sure she could trust her own self-restraint to not go a bit further. Fortunately for him, the department needed all the still functioning employees it had.

    “With any luck, it will simply be a case of seeing who was present at the party and who holds club membership, though that is hardly foolproof.” She said. Guests could be had at the club, after all, and if someone was in ownership of an illegal time-altering device then gatecrashing a party was hardly out of the realm of possibility either. “It seems the party was the first occurrence, and as I remember, Mrs Flint has a veritable army of house elves who may have noticed something.”

    Belle turned her wand in her hand, zooming in on the Flint residence. “Mr Vablatsky, maybe you could go and speak to Madam Fint? She rather has a fondness for the Vablatsky name, as I remember.” If you don’t deem it below you was quite unspoken. Hadn’t the man’s daughter been in attendance, doing her ‘entertaining’? If all the experiments in the department hadn’t been catalogued, she might have thought the man to be a little light-fingered. His daughter could easily have found her way into the gentleman’s club, after all- it was one step from ‘seeing’ for entertainment to being seen for entertainment, after all.
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    She nodded her head almost sullenly, she did know a color reverting spell - she just hadn't yet thought of that in her pouting anger. She would charm her hair back to it rightful color after the meeting - in her own office, alone. After, she would go see about the horns, if she had time [which at this rate she would as Mrs. Lestrange had not even cast her another glance let alone something to do with the case]. And with that she fell silent, with nothing to add to the conversation, slightly bitter at be restricted once more by her class and social circles.

    "If we can get list of the guest for each event, I can look them over for commonalities - unless there is something else you need me to do, Mrs. Lestrange?" Not.
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    He despised everyone in this department, but he still allowed himself to feel self-satisfied whenever he was first tasked with something to do; it had to be a sign that he alone was competent among them. Interviewing a valuable witness, too, at the source of (one of the) disturbance(s)!  

    Ephraim, though solidly middle class, liked to think the family perfectly at home amongst even the upper echelons of society. They - or, his daughter at least, the most useful one of his children - rubbed shoulders with them often enough. Mrs. Lestrange could hardly disdain social-climbing, either, since she had just married into one of the oldest families of society. At any rate, talking to Madam Flint was well within his abilities. As long as he wasn't left to interview bloody house elves.

    "Certainly," Ephraim intoned, nodding his head furiously at her mention of fondness for the family name, never one for undue modesty when it came to that. "The matter is sure to be sorted out in no time," he added, implying that he would be the one to make all the difference. Surely Madam Flint would have enough information of use to help him track down the person and bring in the artefact behind the interferences. What would the department do without him?
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    Tiberius was torn between his inherent disinclination to get involved with things that did not interest him (and this did not particularly interest him), and a smug sort of satisfaction that he received from thinking of how much Miss Moore would be put out not to have any job at all. If he stayed quiet, maybe he could go back to his own research and stay out of this entirely, but then Miss Moore might feel as though she was useful. After a brief pause for consideration, the opportunity to further embarrass the blue-haired girl proved the greater temptation, and he straightened his jacket as he pushed himself off of the wall. "I'll go through Excalibur's and get their member list. And I'll try and see who was in the club that night," he said, glancing at the map once again. It shouldn't have been a particularly busy night at the club, but he didn't know much about Excalibur as he'd never been a member.

    "Maybe you can ask Miss Moore what information she received in her investigation this afternoon," he said with a snarky smile, then turned to leave. He didn't really care about her response.
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    Legilimens or not, Belle was fairly sure Vablatsky’s smugness was radiating like a bad smell. She half-wished she could be there to see his face when the butler refused him entry through the main door, but she would make do with ensuring she was lurking near the entry to the department when he came back, after Madam Flint ideally sent him away without seeing him. She had slightly more faith Tiberius would have more success, but only because club staff were obliged to be helpful, and Mrs Flint most certainly wasn’t. The witch normally wasn’t even inclined to be polite.

    She nodded approval at both the men, dismissing them, before turning to the witch. “Indeed, Miss Moore, I shall expect a full write-up on what happened this afternoon by the end of the day. After you’ve got yourself sorted.” Belphoebe added. The witch’s affliction was quite distracting, and hardly opportune for field-work.
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    Brown eyes flickered towards the Mr. Vablatsky, her lips turned up in a displeased frown. He though he was so special. Knowing what she knew about the Flint woman, frankly she'd be better suited. A lower class pureblood or a middle class half blood, diluted by muggles? It was interesting that Belphoebe had assigned him to that. Lestrange, as much as disliked him, she could understand. Vablatsky probably wouldn't even get to talk to the Flint himself.

    Her gaze was torn away at the sound of the Mr. Lestrange's voice mentioning her name and she realized she had zoned out for a second. Write a report about what? She had investigated anything this aftern- no he meant her hair! The jerk! Logically it would make sense for her to report what she had seen but she was still bitter about being the only one placed on desk work when everyone else went out. "Will do, Ma'am," she stated slowly, "Anything else?" It was sheer bad luck she was the one who got jinked. She hasn't asked to look like this thank you. She far preferred her brown hair and distinct lack of antlers.
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    Belle swished her wand over the map, clearing it away for the time being, and stacking several folders to give to one of the interns to file. “Not that I can think of, Miss Moore.” She said, glancing briefly up at her employee. Given her unlikely accession through the ranks, many might have assumed the witch would have been more forgiving of another female member of staff, but if anything, she was tougher. It had taken hard work to get where she was, and Belle was damned if she was going to give another woman an easy ride, and the men an excuse to criticise her for that.
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