Fallon had been included on the apprehension team at the last minute, as Maeve had some emergency pop up and was required elsewhere. While she respected her mentor immensely, being added to a case at the last second was infuriating. There was no time to study the file, to predict the wizard's next move and be prepared for all possibilities. All Fallon had been able to do was grab her bag and follow the team out the door.

She and three others split up upon apparating onto the train, with two of the four in search of the illegal potions. From the brief scan she did through the file, the smugglers were moving everything from amortentia to polyjuice and worse. After the amortentia tea scandal (and the pink letter scandal) the auror's office had a faster reaction time to those dealing with the love potion. After all, how many people's lives would be ruined for something as foolish as love?

All plans went to shit as soon as the whiff of amortentia hit their nostrils. Without needing prompting, Fallon had leapt into the nearest empty compartment to begin casting a series of wards designed to protect the muggles. Merlin, she prayed they didn't need to get the oblivators involved. Memory work was so finnicky.

Fallon abruptly turned and pointed her wand at the intruder. "Lower your voice, I'm with the ministry," she demanded in her best official tone. It was possible he was one of the smugglers attempting to distract her so the others could flee. Rising to her feet, Fallon made no move to redirect her wand from him as she continued, "what are you doing aboard this train?"