alt_corax: (Gazing)
So far the lad's story hasn't changed. He's utterly indignant at the accusations and says Nott Jr made everything up out of jealousy. They're both in the Challenge, of course. I haven't checked the standings but Nott Sr insists Jr had no reason for jealousy.

Let's see. Young Malfoy further accuses Nott Jr of obsession with the mudblood girl. Said he wanted to see her naked, touched her things, etc.

Nott Sr wants to try some physical pressure. Your thoughts on this? I'm not averse to the idea, mind you, just not sure there's a good reason for it yet.
alt_corax: (Wary)
Surely you aren't under the impression that you're needed here.
alt_corax: (Brooding)
Got your owl.

I'll meet you at Hogwarts.
alt_corax: (Brooding)
Need you to order some flowers. The 'sorry about your tragic loss' sort of bouquet. Have them sent on my behalf to Amara Cooper. Amara Mitiku. Whatever she's going by at present.

Belladonna, oleander, and a cluster of eight black roses with a red rose in the center. Figure out a note. I'm sure you know what a condolence letter is supposed to say. She won't need a signature, she'll know who it's from.
alt_corax: (Gazing)
Got a firecall a little while ago from the overseer of the Sparkwell Mine. Apparently loads of the tunnels are partly caved in, narrowly enough to keep out muggles of normal size. You'll need to go to the South Hams muggle camp tomorrow and find a hundred muggle children for a replacement work crew, no taller than 4'4" and he'd prefer runty older children provided they're in good health, the younger they are the more likely they are to whinge instead of work.

Send a dozen or so adults with, to mind them when they're off shift.

South Ham's only about ten miles from the mine, so you shouldn't need carpets or whatnot for transport, just have them walk. Expect that to take most of the day, considering, but you ought to be able to have them there and ready to work by Tuesday morning.
alt_corax: (Enduring)
You're needed in the office.
alt_corax: (Gazing)
Some rather nice flowers arrived in Auror Lamont's office this afternoon. From you?
alt_corax: (Bored)
Received your report on the food reduction experiment. Make a note that if a camp isn't working, rations can be cut by 10% without seeing a significant rise in mortality (probably 15% in summer) but that when muggles are gainfully employed the drop in productivity is too extreme to make tinkering with rations worthwhile (outside of famine conditions, obviously).

Effective immediately, restore rations at Ashford, Chipstead, Maidstone, Sevenoaks, and Swale to the standard levels.
alt_corax: (Gazing)
Find out whose idea it was to hold the Ministry holiday party in the middle of fucking JANUARY.

And then cast the Entrail-Expelling Curse on them.
alt_corax: (Enduring)
Right. Crouch clearly hopes we'll believe Marston Strangeweale was killed by his mudblood, even as he intimated that the Strangeweales and the missing Unspeakables might have chosen to disappear. He made it clear he had no particular interest in finding either Marston or Otto, and suggested that no one had missed any of the lot.

You were right.
alt_corax: (Shadowed)
Mafalda, are you aware that a half-dozen Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries have vanished without a trace?

Not merely missing. Not on holiday. VANISHED. No bodies, no traces, no one among their families or colleagues has seen them in weeks.

I will admit to not being an expert in Magical Law Enforcement but to my amateur, inexpert eye this does rather seem like something the Auror Department might have become aware of at some point. I would have expected that PERHAPS, having become aware, they might have informed my brother of this intriguing mystery.

Since he and I have both been kept in the dark, perhaps that's because you were convinced you could investigate this more effectively without Enforcers of any rank or skill level getting in your way. Since they disappeared in DECEMBER, and given your reputation for thoroughness and effectiveness that has afforded your department a startling degree of autonomy, no doubt at this point you can easily tell me WHERE THE FUCK THEY ARE AND WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED TO THEM.
alt_corax: (Confiding)
Sounds like Our Lord has arranged for some excellent entertainment for His servants at Hogwarts.

Have our novices been lining up to impress you? Regardless of whether Our Lord calls on you to formally pass judgment on their efforts, surely the clever ones realise that forming alliances early can only help them later.
alt_corax: (Murderous)
Whoever did this

WHOEVER did this

They'll pay.
alt_corax: (Brooding)
This whole business stinks like a dead muggle left in the sun. Your people, abandoning their posts at the very moment you were attacked?

And what exactly does Maule think he's playing at? Perhaps I should have entertained his man a bit longer yesterday. To see if I could have extracted anything he was instructed not to tell me.
alt_corax: (Brooding)
Update, Weasley?

I was expecting to hear from you around now.
alt_corax: (Default)
Weasley. You're to go to Maidstone's main office.

There's a gaggle of muggle girls up in the holding cells. They ought to be staying put. Apparently some of the idiots in the Auror office think they're Auror property rather than Protectorate Affairs property.
alt_corax: (Smiling)
Oi Weasley, you didn't tell me it was your birthday. Stop by my office before you head home tonight.
alt_corax: (Brooding)
That new lad you found for Muggle Detention isn't in yet, Weasley. When he gets in, he needs a lesson about punctuality.

In ten-second increments.

From you.
alt_corax: (Confiding)
I'm glad to hear you're on the mend. No thanks to anyone at St Mungo's.

We should see to it that Mysteries sees a budget rise.
alt_corax: (Default)
These files are a mess. Why didn't you alphabetise them when you put them in my office?

I want to see the actual budget numbers for Halfblood Affairs, I don't trust this 'executive summary' they sent me.
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