Year/Job
Unspeakable
Head, Department of Mysteries
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Post by Atticus Galanis on Apr 15, 2024 17:58:16 GMT -8
Monday Evening, April 15 | Time Chamber, Department of Mysteries
Being an unspeakable had it privileges. There were times not even the Ministry of Magic had the authority to intervene. There were things only Atticus knew about magic and magical world. Being an unspeakable also had it's crushing responsibilities. Maintaining the secrets didn't earn him much good will. Containing countless magical items that could bring chaos and destruction if misued was the absolute bare minimium. Atticus prided himself on the security measures in place in the Department of Mysteries and the cataloging system in place that accounted for every item in their inventory. Things did not simply go missing.
Until they did.
A set of precognition crystals were gone. The device was priceless to the right people. And the most ironic thing to disappear. When set up correctly, the crystals provided a failproof monitoring system. It would record every event that was about to occurred within range of its field. The Gringotts Goblins had been begging for them for decades. Anyone with something that needed to be protected from thieves would literally kill to have the crystals. The number of people who knew about them were limited but not zero. He didn't think the goblins would share their knowledge with witches or wizards, but how they came to know about the crystals was still suspicious. A handful of unspeakables, active and retired knew about them. There was a possibility that the ancient witch or wizard who created them kept a record or made other sets. If someone learned through a historical record, that wouldn't explain how they knew where they were.
Atticus suspected it was an inside job. That required an outside investigation. As much as he hated the idea of an auror poking around in his domain of dangerous secrets, he was more worried that he had a comprised unspeakable. Only a few aurors were cleared to be within the inner rooms of the department of mysteries and only one Atticus trusted. Leaning against the door frame to the time room, Atticus let Rip conduct his examination of the room and the now empty glass containment cabinent where the crystals had been kept. He did his best to stay out of the auror's way while still keeping an eye on him. Not so much to make sure he didn't pocket something, but more to ensure something didn't pocket him. All unspeakables were in the field. Only Rip and himself were there. A calculated risk. No one could know about the investigation until Rip cleared everyone one of his people.
"The crystals were in their place yesterday morning. Whoever took them did it in the last twenty-four hours," Atticus said. He had given Auror Winstead only the basic information when requesting his assistance. He didn't want to bias his findings. It seemed like he was nearing an end of his physical examination of the crime scene. Atticus felt safe providing more information. By providing the new detail, he hoped Rip would feel comfortable to ask him about more details that he considered important.
Notes: This can move to Atticus' office if that's better for the transition for Bryant Tags: Rip Winstead Dr. Bryant Tannen
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Auror
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Post by Rip Winstead on Apr 18, 2024 23:45:47 GMT -8
Out of all the Aurors at the Ministry, Rip was one of the ones with the most experience. After seventeen years in the field, he earned the respect of the Ministry and was granted some top clearance. Not that he ever used it. If there wasn't a reason for Rip to be there, he wasn't going. He hadn't even stepped into the Department of Mysteries in many years. That is, until he received a message from Atticus.
Rip first met Atticus outside of Azkaban when they, plus the "Ghoul Expert", were called to investigate some strange happenings in the prison. He had spent a lot of time observing and one thing he observed about Atticus was that he was staunchly professional, something that Rip really respected. So, as soon as he got the message he made his way down to the 9th level to meet with him.
As he suspected, things have changed since the last time he was down here. He was directed to the room where the missing crystals had been kept, his blue eyes scanning the room as he entered. Rip didn't linger long on the time-turners or the massive hourglass that slowly trickled sand to the bottom, but fixed his eyes on the empty cabinet that Atticus was pointing out. After checking that it was okay to approach, Rip moved toward it, pulling out his wand. He carefully inspected the lock, testing to see if the enchantments were still in place, seeing that they weren't, frowning as he continued his investigation.
He started to make his way back over to Atticus when he spoke up, informing him that whoever took them took them recently. Rip rubbed a hand over the scruff on his face, sheathing his wand. "Whoever took them knew how to break the enchantments without alerting anyone," he said in his deep voice, his Southern American accent thick. "Definitely an inside job. Who has access to this room?"
notes: I'd say that'd be good!
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Year/Job
Unspeakable
Head, Department of Mysteries
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness. |
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Post by Atticus Galanis on May 4, 2024 17:28:11 GMT -8
Atticus appreciated the speed in which Rip worked. It wasn't often that the entire department was empty. Even when unspeakables were busy in the field there were people coming and going. If he kept the space closed for too long, someone would notice. Maybe the wrong someone. He bristled at the idea that one of his people would be involved. There was a painstaking process of evaluating each and every unspeakable on an annual basis. If they were being blackmailed or under the influence of someone or something, he'd know. "Every unspeakable has access to this room and only two interns who are assigned to research projects in here. Annual evaluations were completed at the start of the year. None of my people raised any flags," he explained. There was a real possibility he'd have to give Rip access to those evaluations and personnel files. Atticus was even more uncomfortable with that idea than he was about having a rogue unspeakable. The very nature of their jobs required anonymity and security. Just acknowledging how many unspeakables worked for him was a breech.
"I will admit, of all the things to go missing in my department, this is the most... benign," he said, thinking about the horrors that could be inflicted on the magical and muggle world if certain magical items were out of their containments. "But I have to assume that this is the first thing to go missing and not the last." Atticus could feel the tension in his shoulders. This was worse than Hogwarts students getting inside the department. "I'd rather prefer to deal with keeping people out of here, not making sure things stayed in." As he spoke, he watched the wall of time turners fall and reset themselves. A time turner would be useful right about now.
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