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From his perch, Kieran watched his colleagues file into the Map Room without any comment. But the sight of Miss DeVito, with her red eyes that looked like they didn't get an ounce of sleep, elicited a response from the generally detached werewolf. A small wave of concern briefly washed over his expression, but it only lasted a moment before he turned his gaze away from his partner. DeVito, like most Regulators, wasn’t the type to open up to others about whatever kind of misery had led her to work at ORO. And Kieran was certainly not the kind to pry. Not to mention he was hardly in any position to give advice on how to get over things in a healthy manner.

‘But if this has to do with nightmares, I could easily provide her with Sleeping Drought to rid her of them…’ he postulated to himself, already mentally tallying the ingredients he had on hand for the potion.

But at that moment, Kieran’s eyes passed over Miss Greenwood, causing him to grimace just a little bit, as he couldn't help but hope that her wandering thoughts hadn’t picked up on his own. It wasn’t anything to be proud of, but Kieran spent too long cementing his position as the uninvolved potion master of the group to be undone by a stray thought or two of concern. After all, it was much easier for him to carry on with his condition when people weren't invested in him. Or at least that's what he had taken to telling himself. Thankfully, Corrigan started the briefing, effectively taking the werewolf's mind off of his overly self-conscious thoughts.

By the time he had finished with the Regulator’s ever cheerful motto, Kieran had already compiled a list of potions that he would have to grab from the workshop. The case sounded awfully grisly, even by ORO’s standards, and while Kieran had never heard of a legend concerning this “Candy Lady,” he could only imagine it was far from pleasant. Still though, he had a job to do and he intended to take every step he could to get it done. Sure, even he was aware of how paranoid his precautions were, but so far that very paranoia had kept him alive in an environment where people making it to retirement was unheard of.

As he made his way out of the room to grab his supplies from the workshop, he paused briefly just before he passed by DeVito, turning his head slightly to look her in the eyes. “I’m not going to waste either of our time asking about what happened,” he quietly assured the woman, with most of the other Regulators likely more focused on the nonsense that was occurring between Arminstance and Lerius to pay them much mind. “But my expertise can provide you with a number of ways to sleep easier, should you wish it.” And with that, the aloof mage continued on his way out of the room, hardly giving his partner any chance to respond to his offer.

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Nickie did not even bat an eye towards Tariq when he began to walk towards her, knowing full well what would happen given she had just stolen his hat. Her cheeky smile only remained firm on her face as he heard him begin walking over, adjusting the fedora to cover her eyes. She heard him, ”Give me hat back. Please…” Boy did he sound like he meant business, too bad Nickie did not truly care as he had fallen for her mischievous play and everything was according to plan. The girl made a sound like she was thinking it offer, a feigned expression as everyone would know what she would say.

”Nah, I think I like it more. I think it fits my style, dontcha think?,” she asked in a rhetorical fashion, giggling a very small bit. Nickie could clearly hear the annoyance in his voice, but it barely fazed her as she leaned back into the chair. It was great to be pulling shenanigans as everyone was just dark and dreary most times, knowing the job really caused it but she was doing her best to remain optimistic. In her two years of being at the ORO, she had never been known to not be the way she has been ever since she had found out she had been a wizard, a static character. Hence, why she would play jokes and not bother to change even if reprimanded. Of course it was all fine and dandy as she never got any real complaints from her attempts to lighten up the place.

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Felix scowled at Emory. Pink elephant squad. When he’d first joined a couple of more conservative Pure-blood Regulators had found out about his sexuality and been so affronted by it, that their then leader had needed to address the ‘pink elephant in the room’. It had stuck. And now two other supposedly (Felix had seen no evidence…) none-heterosexual males had joined their company, Emory of course found it hilarious to group them up whenever possible. He may suffer from chronic heartbreak but glimmers of the old joker still shone through at times. Both warming and breaking Felix’s heart simultaneously.
He focused back on the map and his mind spun as he analysed the situation with the experience of a regulator who had beaten the statistics.

Texas. Bible belt. Guns. Suspicion. Fuck.

Child deaths. Fuck. Now he knew why he’d been chosen. Whilst never spoken about, Emory knew that merely through Felix’s line of work, he’d
seen far to many a dead child. He could be relied on to conduct post-mortems and analyses if no one else could.

Candy Lady. What. The. Fuck.

As everyone started to leave the room Felix followed, hurrying back to his room to quickly change. As he dressed he mused over their team…
Athos he’d now worked with a few times and god it was awkward. But the guy was a talented magizoologist and those crows of his had proven their worth on more than a few occasions.
Tariq was still an unknown to him despite only being in the year below him at school. He seemed very aloof and Felix hadn’t really had much to do with him in three and a half years, which was very unusual. He seemed to always be locked away with a book…
Natalia and Keiran. Two people who could get a job done. He often thought of them as the ‘dream team’, very little in their fields they couldn’t accomplish with their collective skills of healing, potions and herbology. He had massive amounts of respect for them both.
Sebastien. Aparently the Frenchman was a talented seer and Felix hoped that he’d be able to give them a head start today but that was about it.
Arthur would be invaluable if this was ritualistic, the man was a walking textbook on the stuff.
As for Isa. Well he knew deep down he still mourned Daisy and seeing them together brought a lump to his throat. He was trying to be happy for his friend, but it was still fresh and she was still seen as a replacement. He didn’t want to hold it against her, he knew he just needed time.

Anyway, he thought to himself, it’s always more of a challenge in a smaller team. He shrugged on a jacket and slipped his wand into an inside pocket. Hurrying into his adjoining office he grabbed his pre-packed medical bag that he refreshed after every mission with help from the dream team, and locked his door behind him. He turned to head back to the meeting room but something stopped him. He had seen a door ajar out of the corner of his eye. Athos and his bloody back. He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. “You can do this,” he self-asserted. “Just be professional.”

He turned and approached the door, seeing a busying figure through the gap. He stole one last deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping into the room. “Ahem…” he coughed. “I thought you might want those attractive purple hoofprints of yours seeing to before we left,” he proffered, dropping bag, rolling up his sleeves and pushing his glasses up his nose, his standard concentration routine, before reaching out to stroke the feathers of the nearest crow.

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Only few short moments after his arrival to the map room and the briefing had commenced once the last housemate arrived. Two very peculiar cases, each more interesting than the other the further in details you go. Florian had no preferance, but being teamed up with Bunny meant he had no particular say on the matter anyway. "Another case tailored to your needs." - he spoke calmly to his partner who was deep in thought for a moment. He didn't wait for a response as it was not meant as a conversation starter but a statement and decided to leave immediately. By now most of the people that were gathered around the map few minutes earlier had dispersed in all directions, most likely going to their rooms to prepare for the new missions. So, too, was the case with Florian.

He quickly made his way to the same stairway he came from and hopped up each wooden step in haste as it made cracking noises under his weight. There wasn't much to do there, he had little things to pack up, mostly just essentials such as muggle money, tooth brush, toothpaste and a few pieces of clothing. After all, you never know how long an investigation might take. On top of these, he carried a few relevant books as well, just to be on the safe side in case they encounter something out of ordinary. More out of ordinary than they are accustomed to being regulators, that is.
He pulled his large magical suitcase from under his neatly arranged bed and started packing up. The suitcase, which was rectangular in shape and slightly curved edges, was fairly large yet unusually light. It's a special type used by employees of the Ministry of Wizardry and all it's subordinate branches such is ORO, created for the purpose of carrying large amounts of valuables that are not only easily transported but also safeguarded from the muggles with a powerful sealing magic. It's true contents are only exposed to those with a special permission. In some cases this protective spell can be dispersed by a powerful counter-spell, but this requires a vast knowledge of such trickery.

The light brownish leather, almost cream in color, was very well kept and made the case appear brand new. It had a thick black handle at the top and the only piece of detail on this plain suitcase was a small tag stuck on the side of it in a slightly tilted fashion with his initials on it. It didn't take long for him to pack all his valuables, perhaps ten minutes flat. The rest of the wait he would spend simply lying on his bend and stairing at the ceiling, contemplating about what's to come.

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When Bunny heard she was going to the Mystery House she nearly squealed for joy. Sure Izzy and the others were going to the truly strange case of the Candy Lady but she was going to a place of legend as far as her home country was concerned and she could hardly wait. So she began humming softly under her breath a tune she remembered hearing at one of her Grandmother's parties called “Do you know the way to San Jose?” as she pulled out her magically altered phone. She had altered the phone to take a simple spell charge to power itself and a modified listening spell to give it reception even in the worst of conditions.

She was checking the weather in San Jose as well as any special tours that might be going on at the Mystery house when she bumped Florian playfully as he left just so he’d know that she had been paying attention as he rushed off to get ready.

She liked her partner even if he seemed sometimes to revel in the darkness he immersed himself in. At first she thought he had a Martyr complex to later decide he was just Eastern European and like most from there prone to stoicism which she was used to because it was a trait often found in Sailors and Fishermen.

She needn’t pack anything because she kept enough things in her purse’s altered internal dimensions to survive in most weather conditions and at sea; a reminder of the time she spent lost and sea compelling her to be prepared. This habit meant that when the others were packing for the trip she could find a seat near the entrance and wait for the others while researching the subject.

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Isadora flushed brightly at Zara and Nichole's comments, she had just only realized how she was dressed, she hadn't really considered it when she was just scrambling for clothes. She felt like sinking into the floor now, Emory had certainly already noticed by now... He was very keen, something that had most likely kept him alive all these years as a regulator. She slightly wondered if he was going to pull her off and ask her just what the hell was she thinking coming in dressed the way she was. And of course, she had no great answer, less excuse for it either. She sighed softly, nodding as Emory gave the official order of where she was to lead her team, once he had finished his speech and started heading off, Isa followed after him and once they were alone, she quickly reached out and grabbed one of his arms.

"Emory... Wait...!" She said as firmly as she could muster. "Can we talk...? About... Everything?" She asked awkwardly, starting to turn red in the face again. "Or... At least can you hear me out?"

Isa took a long, shaky breath in, "Look... I was trying to get down there as fast as I could and picked up whatever I could find... I didn't even realize until the girls made their comments... So, if you're going to be upset with me... Can you at least say it to my face? I rather you just did that than ignore me for no reason." She started trembling, she was obviously embarrassed and she honestly was poor at hiding her emotions due to the fact that they always ended up written on her face.

She honestly felt pretty stupid for having said what she thought out loud, but she couldn't hide things from Emory... No matter how hard she may try.

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"Nah, I think I like it more. I think it fits my style, dontcha think?" replied as she giggled. Taking a few steps towards the girl he lifted his finger and opened his mouth to say something. Though it seemed he was holding something back as a closed twisted smile came to his lips. "You..." He hissed. "Nickie...you can keep it." He commented as he backed away from her and his expression went expressionless. He was tense now anyone could tell he was. His body shook a little from his muscles becoming so tense. If the girl wanted the hat that badly he could just go buy a new matching one for the outfit. He'll just put on something else. Especially he didn't need to dress so nice for this case. Sounded like he was going to get blood on him any ways. He didn't want to wear white any more.
Stripping off his blue coat right there he started folding it as he glared at the female. He then turned on his heel shifting his body a little as he then walked away. Mumbling "Why...why is she like that?"he hissed as he muttered his words. His coat was folded by the time he hit the doorway leaving the room. He wasn't going to give the female attention he knew that was what she wanted for she was acting like this. By the time he hit the stairs, he was pulling his dress shirt from how it was tucked into his dress pants held under the braided belt.
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As the rest of the team started to file into the room, Zara hummed to herself as she started to rock back and forth slightly on the heels of her feet. She took in everyone around her and allowed just a small dabble into everyone's mind. Surely they couldn't all be blank pages this morning. Having already peeked into Emory and Isa's mind, her gaze traveled past them to land on Arthur. The man was dreamy, and now rather sad as he was looking for the caretaker. They all knew the sacrifice that their beloved room mate had to endure just for the sake of others, and Zara's respect for him grew even more. Not wanting her good mood to sadden, she continued on elsewhere.

Wolfie and Nickie were the next two to enter the room. With a small smirk at Kieran, she let her eyes roam over him before stirring the strings of his thoughts. The images of his mistake with the potion floated to the surface, making a small giggle escape Zara's throat at the sound of the wolf's high pitch. Definitely would have to talk to him about that later. Zara moved onto Nickie and her grin broadened. The woman always cheered her up, whether her thoughts were aloud or silent. She always had a fun tune playing inside her head. With a small swing of her hips, Zara did a little turn in front of everyone as she was dancing to the song-filled memory.

The dancing abruptly stopped when Sebastian, Florian, and Natalia entered the room. The three of them always made her uneasy as they usually kept their thoughts to themselves, with only her being able to hear them. Sebastian's memories always confused her as they started to mix with small premonitions. The very thought of them always gave her a headache, so she didn't stray very long inside his head. Florian was a dark soul, which made Zara uneasy. And finally Natalia....She always felt an overwhelming amount of pity for the woman. Yet, she knew her secret wasn't known. Her tragedy was for only her, and Zara at this point, to know. Zara wasn't about to spill the beans on her friend.

When one of her favorite people entered the room, she gave a small squeal in the direction of Felix. She loved the man like a brother and always wanted to be around his infectious energy. Yet now his thoughts stewed on the group's sleeping tendencies. Scrunching her nose, she took a step back before blowing a raspberry with her lips. She didn't feel like being lectured this early in the morning.

Emory's voice finally broke through the mass of thoughts that Zara was acquiring. Raising a brow, she returned her attention to the map and studied it as their leader continued to speak. Either case would be utterly sad, yet she hoped that she didn't get put on the children's case. She wasn't going to be responsible for her actions when she found out exactly who was slaughtering little babies. Thankfully, she ended up being assigned to the Winchester case in California. Ghosts, she could deal with. They always had the most interesting of thoughts.

Zara had yet to speak to anyone at this time, yet the look on Emory's face confused her. Taking another quick peek, she saw his apprehension with Isa. He didn't know exactly what he was doing with the woman and it concerned him. A part of her didn't like his mind being jumbled. Before she could take a step in his direction, Isadora beat her to the punch. The lavender-haired woman watched the interaction between the two lovers. She gave a small frown before stepping away from them; she needed to get dressed, anyhow.

Heading towards her room, she noticed the open door leading to Athos' room. She hadn't noticed him much earlier as her mind had been distracted on the others. Allowing herself a looksie, she watched a memory and couldn't stifle the giggle in her throat. Seeing Felix, she nudged him with her elbow before glancing at Athos, a wide grin on her face. "You seriously got your butt whooped by a unicorn?"

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Nickie only continued to smirk, guessing that Tariq would actually go ahead and try to swipe the fedora back from her. Her brows furrowed in a responsive confusion, unexpecting the sounds ”You can keep it.” It honestly confused her to the point in that she blankly stared at him as he left the room, the tune in her head being completely dismantled. Her master plan had practically been abandoned, confusion wracking her mind, destroying logic itself as he left. If he had played her game, she would have given in back in due time but this was something that made her begin rethink her plan and forced her to wonder, where she had gone wrong in her execution.

Blinking a few times, the blue-haired girl shook her head in an attempt to throw away the confusement and regain her normal state of mind. Nickie never did good when she got confused, shutting down in order to think rather than act on her gut entirely. Luckily, her care-free nature could save her as she shrugged off the reaction and lifted up the fedora to where it properly sat atop her dyed hair. ”Don't worry buddy, I’ll take care of ya until I can give you back,” Nickie stated to the stolen hat, sliding downwards in the chair as boredom quickly began to overtake her.

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Athos was busily packing different items into his shoulder bag which like other magical items held more then it should. Thus, he was fully taken off guard by Felix causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. He stiffened and took a moment to compose himself, his ears a rather pretty shade of red. He turned and gave a sheepish smile. ”I-I would definitely like that.” he looked away and inhaled before focusing back. He rubbed his neck and sat on the edge of his bed causing the two crows to caw and fly up onto the top of his bed.

Ethos looked at Zara before his head hung down. ”The unicorn got mad at me” His voice was rather dejected and he really wanted to sink into the floor and hide. Now he probably thinks horrible things of me because I tried to ride a unicorn and pissed it off He looked rather pitiful at the moment. I did make progress with the herd though Trying to salvage a bit of his dignity. This was somewhat what he was good at though. Upsetting various creatures then somehow using that to bond with them. It was a strange process, but somehow it worked. The only downside is that he typically ended up wounded.

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"Oh, okay. Thank you!" But Kieran was gone, leaving Natalia to wonder whether he cared to hear what she had to say half of the time. The thought didn't bother her though; she knew he preferred to be left alone compared to the alternative, and she always respected his privacy even though she liked to help him every change she got. After all, they were partners at the ORO and it should already be expected that they both look after each other, both in and out of the field.

A few moments later, Natalia was off to gather some of her belongings. She gave thought to the mission ahead of her in order to come up with a quick mental list of the stuff she would need. The young woman rarely acted on a whim, and packing was no different. Every time she packed, Natalia would always double-check her bag to make sure she had everything she needed, and sometimes she would go as far as checking it a third time just to be on the safe side. Her OCD-like tendencies could be attributed to her upbringing when she was taught to be thoroughly organized, and such teachings have served her well into adulthood.

Now alone in her room, Natalia started to gather her belongings. A strange wave of nostalgia washed over her as she gave some real thought to the fact that she was going to Texas. It definitely wasn't home, but she knew some friends there who were originally from PR as well, and that was enough to make her eyes water.

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Tariq got to his room and shut the door. De-clothing himself the scars on his body revealed as all the material fell to the floor. He went over to the wardrobe and looked inside of it. I'm dealing with blood...blood what would be good to wear in this case? His mind wandered and kept picking and choosing out of all the clothing he had in his wardrobe. He smirked as he saw the black...black as night wear he has of leather and cloth. He grabbed the clothing and laid it out on the bed. Tariq loved this outfit but never really was able to wear it much. This gave him an excuse to wear it now. Leather and blood...it would easily clean off leather especially if it dyed into black leather wouldn't be much noticing.

After getting dressed. Black jeans sat on his lower body perfectly with the same braided belt he was wearing earlier. Which was his favourite belt it always seemed like. A dark grey v-neck t-shirt that had a black vest go over it. The vest had a hoodie, and the bottom of the best dropped down to Tariq's mid thigh area as he stood there. Strapping on the fingerless leather clothes that wrapped around to the mid area of his forearm. He then through the hoodie over his head and it hid him perfectly. He grabbed the wand and put the holster onto his belt securing the wand before looking in the mirror. He smiled at himself. "Beautiful." Tariq raised his arms in a praising way and turned round looking at himself. "Mhm... I want to wear that necklace with this..." He commented grabbing a necklace that looked of a female's not a female's at all. Delicate...fragile looking. Beautiful with a lavender coloured stone. Putting it round his neck, he then let the necklace lie against him.

Getting out of his room and strapping the vest down were it straps on the lower torso. They strap worked as belt buckles tying down and tightening. He then walked down the stairs quickly as he had a smirk along his expression now. As well for the leather boots he was walking in went half way up to his knee with the pants tucked into them. Boots laced all the way up and tied tightly against his legs.

Entering the map room he looked around and still the female who stole his hat Nickie seemed bored and there was more individuals in the room now. He stayed to the wall and went to the corner he was in before as he stood there watching the others. Tariq scanned round the room as he stood there now ready for the missions to start. He really wanted to catch this Candy Lady.

Tariq looked around and he breathed in deeply as he felt like he should talk to the others before going onto the mission. He got along side the others and stood there for a few moments being quiet. Though really no one was in there still. Tariq approached Nickie as he looked at her and sighed. "I'm sorry for being so...distant with you." he said to apologise. Trying his best to be nice while he looked at her. He did feel slightly bad for being so off towards her. He looked around seeming slightly awkward and tense as he talked. "I just...I'm not use to the way you are.." He paused and breathed in through his teeth. "I don't mean...I meant. I'm trying to say." He gets talking and not stuttering as much now. "I'm not use to that type of playfulness. Sorry, if I came off rude towards you." Tariq apologized once again as he stood there a bit awkward and letting his eyes dart round the place.
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The girl had remained slumped in that position, fiddling with her wand by simply trying to balance it on her hand and minor succeeding for a few seconds. Then she had noticed Tariq had re-entered the room in a new outfit all together, had he really gone off to change outfits because she did not return the hat. Nickie thought to herself, wondering why he had to change an entire outfit due to the lack of a simple fedora. Regardless, she watched the man stand in the corner for a few moments before looking away the moment that he had begun walking towards her, not entirely enthused.

"I'm sorry for being so...distant with you." Those words drew her gaze to rest on the man, an awkward way to begin an apology, but she could forgive him for that. Nickie continued to listen to him speak, "I just...I'm not use to the way you are.." A slight Hmpf could be heard as she processed the irritating sentence, crossing her arms over her chest as he continued. Once Tariq finished, Nickie sighed a bit before thinking of a response to the man who obviously seemed somewhat sincere due to his pure awkwardness.

”Apology accepted,” Nickie said bluntly, a small smile coming to her face as she stood up, still having to look up at Tariq. She took off the fedora and looked it over, a feigned expression of sadness as she moved to place atop Tariq’s head. However, the movement quickly diverted to place the hat of Nickie’s head once more. Giggling could be heard as she walked passed Tariq stopping at the table. ”Don’t worry too much about it, ruskie,” she said turning to face the man once more, ”I lived in New York with a bunch of Irish immigrants, you literally could not be more rude if you tried.”

Then the lights flickered, only for a few moments, she knew what that meant; the house was on the move towards the United States. It was honestly impressive that an entire house could be apparated, figuring it must be hard on good ole’ Emory. She stood for a few moments in silence, before hearing the arrival time ”I’ll keep the hat safe for ya, then I’ll give it back after our cases,” Nickie strolled up to Tariq before holding out a hand, ”Whatcha say?” Her standard cheeky smile was now prominent on her pale face once more as she did all this. Legitimately, Nickie did feel better that Tariq had come to apologize, even if it still meant that she would not give the hat back quite yet. Then again, what could be expected from the whimsical muggle-born.

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Arthur remained staring down at the map, even whilst his companions slowly dispersed and began getting ready. His mind fluttered between various trails of thoughts as he considered the individuals he would be working with, the case, and the potential scenarios that they could be investigating. Between his own knowledge of old rituals, Felix’s medical prowess and the newcomer’s divination, he had no doubts that they could crack what was behind the murders. And with the other members on the team, he was also confident that they could overcome any dangers that they might face. Still, they knew virtually nothing at this point and so too much speculation would be unproductive.

His glossed mossy eyes rose from the blood-stained map and looked around the room to see who remained. There were only a few left, including Richard, ‘Bunny’ and Sebastian. It was the later who his gaze would settle on, as he still hadn’t had much of an opportunity to speak to his new partner. He thought it a fairly logical choice, putting one of the older regulators with the newcomer. Though at the same time he couldn’t help but muse at the clear difference between the two of them – whilst Arthur was concerned with looking in the past, Sebastian was able to see into the future.

“Are you nervous?” Arthur asked in a soft but serious voice as he walked up beside Sebastian. The young wizard had very effeminate features, to the point that Arthur probably would have thought him a girl (and a somewhat pretty one at that). Not that it made any difference to him; he was not one to judge someone on personal traits. He waited a few second for a response, but when it was clear that the young man was miles away, Arthur gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder with his staff. “I know you seers like to daydream, but not paying attention to the present is a quick way to get yourself killed.” he hoped his words would sink in, for he hated the idea of losing yet another partner.

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Showing agreement to the female while he harked to the words of an accepting apology. He swiftly beamed a smile and kept his eyes on her as she spoke out other words. Seeing slight sadness on the female's face, he tilted his head confused seeing the fedora come towards him then right back onto her head. Tariq shook his head and looked at her. Then she rambled on about Irish immigrants, New York and being rude of some sort. He rolled his eyes as he stepped away from the female as she did him.

Seeing the lights flicker then hearing Emory's voice bellow through the walls of the building. Though he ignored it as the female spoke moments after. "I'll keep the hat safe for ya, then I'll give it back after our cases." He heard the female state as he looked over his shoulder at her. He looked at her hand and turned his body. Tariq didn't know what gesture she was doing. Why was she holding her hand out? For what reason? His brows furrowed as he looked at her hand. In a way of not understanding what she wanted from him. "I told you...you could have it." He finally said something. His voice had a stir of confusion as he kept talking gently to the female.

Sighing and looking around he looked back at the female as he stood there straight up now. "Mhm...we only have a couple of minutes to go." he commented then looked now making eye contact with the female. He chuckled a bit placing his one hand on his chin. The thumb of his left hand pressed up against the beginning of his jawline by his chin with the hand curled around and his knuckle rubbing up against the other part of his jawline. "I don't recall...But what case are you on again?" He questioned the lass as he enables his hand drop to his side. Tariq then walked around the female and looked down and up on her. He seemed to be trying to pay attention to her.Once he got to where her body was facing he, stopped and glared at her. Though it seemed to just be the normal way he looked at people.

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"I wasn't going to say anything because I was unsure and frankly...I still am. But, I think I might have dreamt about those children. I just can't...remember much of it." Arthur patiently listened to his partner, careful not to interrupt, and gently nodded his head to actively show that he was listening.

"But dolls come to mind strangely..."

Those last words made Arthur raise his left eyebrow slightly.

“Dolls you say?” he asked whilst supressing a shudder, as images of old creepy porcelain dolls crept into his mind “Well that’s a horrifying revelation. Let’s hope it’s your imagination running wild and not an actual clue. Still, better keep it in mind.” At that point Arthur reached into his inner right coat pocket and pulled out his small journal. The book could not have been much bigger than the size of his hand and was covered in matt black leather. On it’s front a strange symbol which appeared to be the combination of various symbols and runes, which would be lost on most. Arthur run his finger along the symbol, causing the small locks to pop open.

“This little book here is where I keep all my notes. It’s also where I keep little nick nacks.” he said with a smile. In a rather show-offy way, Arthur then withdrew his old wand from his other pocket and put it’s tip to a random empty page. As the wand touched the paper, it began to sink in and created what looked like a small splash of runes on the page; akin to the way the water dispearses when you stick your foot in the bath. Slowly but surely Arthur sank the entire wand into the page before simply turning to the next. He then turned the page back to reveal an empty page.

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Again the woman became confused, having expected Tariq to agree to her little proposition rather than just flat out give her the hat. ”Oh, you were serious about that,” Nickie mumbled confusion becoming evident on her face as she stood there, blinking at him for a few moments. After an awkward silence, she retracted her hand, holding both close to her body as she attempted to regain her thoughts once more. Tariq seemed to go against every thought and plan that Nickie had formulated with her little charade, causing her more and more confusion by the second.She looked away from Tariq, unknowing what to do next and becoming the a bit socially awkward. Her arm retreated over to the other at her side, beginning to rub it up in down as she thought of what to do.

Mhm… we only have a couple of minutes to go,” he broke the what seemed an eternity of silence for her. Then Tariq began to circle her, causing her to tense up as she felt as if her parents were inspecting her for in flaw in her attire, any form a wrinkle that may cause her to get in trouble. A fragment of her fear coming through of her not so troubled past, bestowing that small amount of fear onto her a causing her heart to race. I don’t recall… but what case are you on again,” Tariq had asked after stopping in front her. Seeing the glare that he gave her, Nickie only returned it with what appeared to be a dull expression.

”The Winchester Case, in California,” Nickie answered, knowing full well that she would be on a separate case than Tariq. ”Why do you ask?,” the girl inquired, wondering why Tariq would bother with the question. She flicked her head to the side, swishing the bang that normally covered her right eye to the side. Of course it did not stay there for long, the piece of hair falling back down to its original position.

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Bunny waited in the Sitting room of The Mysterium Domum amused by the idea that she was off to see the Mystery House of San Jose in the Ministry's Mystery House. She was now terribly bored waiting for the chance to reconnect to the Muggle internet with her phone so she could complete her research of her destination. She was used to being disconnected when in transit knowing that it was a symptom of her mode of travel because after a fashion they were traveling in their own pocket reality.

She loved the speed and convenience of her method of travel but lamented the lovely views one got while traveling by Muggle aircraft not to mention the tiny bottles. One day soon she planned on buying a small seaplane and learning to fly it so she could go on trips with her muggle cousins and friends to Canada’s northern lakes.

Bunny loved muggle things as much as she did magical things; she could teardown a marine diesel and put it back together with as much skill as she showed taking apart any magical device. Oh how she wished that the paranoia of the Wizarding world would at least allow research into Arctech (Muggle Tech combined with Magical enhancements, technically the Weasly’s car was a violation) that went beyond the theoretical>

“Why do Wizards live so long?” the sweet Miss Moon whispered to herself as she contemplated the fuddy duddies that ran the world’s magical councils.

Then shrugging she put in her muggle made earbuds and hit her music to help clear her mind of the political. She was playing an older tune she’d discovered by accident one day called Karma Slave. She loved the tempo and used it not only to dance to but to practice her enunciation in spell casting the verbal component and its visualization so important to the art. So pulling out her wand and using weaving it through the air before her in complex and delicate patterns Bunny sang.



She loved this song because it held a mystical charm to it, a spiritual quality and it had caused her to delve into theology one summer and discover so many strange and wonderful clues to the world around her and the idea of Karmic Reincarnation appealed to her sense of universal balance.