Save the night at the concert he'd had with Miss Skovgaard, the rest of this week had ended up rather bleak. There were still absolutely no signs of the culprit from the Florist Potts attack, and Faustus found himself increasingly frustrated at the Auror Offices' inability to catch the perpetrator who did it. Of course his feelings on the matter were no reflection on the Aurors' ability to to their jobs, but more a promise of the trouble that would descend upon the man who did it when they found him. They had had far worse times catching other criminals of the same caliber, but the elusive nightmares that had continued to plague Faustus throughout the week had done nothing for his patience, which was usually quite strong given the nature of his career.
Thankfully, Basil and Laurel Potts were not the type of parents to linger outside the Offices at every waking hour. The monetary reward that Mr. Potts had offered up would aid the search, but Faustus worried it wouldn't prove sufficient enough. And mercifully so, the Potts family would make full recoveries within the next week or so.
Lead after lead had taken them nowhere - after returning from pursuing a particularly fruitless lead, Faustus returned to the offices, hung his cloak and hat on the coat rack and collapsed into his chair, hand massaging his temple as he reviewed every inch of the case file again. There had to be something they were missing. Just as he was about to get up to go back out - this time for a mind-clearing walk - Faustus heard a commotion at the front - mostly heard Sterling exclaim in surprise. Faustus stood up and strode to the front of his office, thrusting the door open. His eyes immediately landed on the scene at the front of the offices.
Dorset, looking properly beddraggled with a levitating — wait a second, was that —?
Faustus stared for one fraction of a moment, taking in the sight of Dorset, arm hanging at a dreadfully odd angle, arm aloft and levitating an unconscious body into the room. "That's not —" He replied incredulously eyes wide. But the triumphant, if not exhausted grin on Dorset's face had already answered the question, and Faustus closed the gap between them, taking his wand out. It appeared that the body of the culprit had not escaped unscathed in whatever tussle Dorset had gotten into with him. The head auror wasn't surprised to be grimly pleased at this fact, though he did his best to hide it. "Well done, Dorset," He exclaimed, doing nothing to hide the impressed tone in his voice. He was still too stunned and not to mention exhausted to do much else, but he gave Dorset a gentle clap on the back - on the poor man's good side - as he observed the floating body
"Looks like he gave you a bit of trouble." Faustus' gaze finally tore away from the culprit to rest on Dorset's bad arm. Frankly he was impressed Dorset had been able to keep himself together enough to hand in their criminal. But then again, Dorset had already shown he had been resourceful and quick back at the flower shop.
Thankfully, Basil and Laurel Potts were not the type of parents to linger outside the Offices at every waking hour. The monetary reward that Mr. Potts had offered up would aid the search, but Faustus worried it wouldn't prove sufficient enough. And mercifully so, the Potts family would make full recoveries within the next week or so.
Lead after lead had taken them nowhere - after returning from pursuing a particularly fruitless lead, Faustus returned to the offices, hung his cloak and hat on the coat rack and collapsed into his chair, hand massaging his temple as he reviewed every inch of the case file again. There had to be something they were missing. Just as he was about to get up to go back out - this time for a mind-clearing walk - Faustus heard a commotion at the front - mostly heard Sterling exclaim in surprise. Faustus stood up and strode to the front of his office, thrusting the door open. His eyes immediately landed on the scene at the front of the offices.
Dorset, looking properly beddraggled with a levitating — wait a second, was that —?
Faustus stared for one fraction of a moment, taking in the sight of Dorset, arm hanging at a dreadfully odd angle, arm aloft and levitating an unconscious body into the room. "That's not —" He replied incredulously eyes wide. But the triumphant, if not exhausted grin on Dorset's face had already answered the question, and Faustus closed the gap between them, taking his wand out. It appeared that the body of the culprit had not escaped unscathed in whatever tussle Dorset had gotten into with him. The head auror wasn't surprised to be grimly pleased at this fact, though he did his best to hide it. "Well done, Dorset," He exclaimed, doing nothing to hide the impressed tone in his voice. He was still too stunned and not to mention exhausted to do much else, but he gave Dorset a gentle clap on the back - on the poor man's good side - as he observed the floating body
"Looks like he gave you a bit of trouble." Faustus' gaze finally tore away from the culprit to rest on Dorset's bad arm. Frankly he was impressed Dorset had been able to keep himself together enough to hand in their criminal. But then again, Dorset had already shown he had been resourceful and quick back at the flower shop.