M.I.T.H.S. - Esarosa x Bumblebri

[Soliloquy]

[[

@Esarosa ]]

February 1692 - Salem Witch Trials - Mass hysteria broke lose in colonial Massachusetts, sending many on the most well-known witch hunt of all time. Twenty are killed, most of which hung, as a result of false accusations, religious extremism, and isolation. A blood-stain on the fabric of pre-American history, this caused a lot of individuals with developing abilities to remain silent for centuries.

1707 - Ulick Gamp becomes the first Minister of Magic, information that is unknown to the Muggle community of both Great Britain its colonies.

1939-1948 - Leonard Spencer-Moon - First documented positive relationship with the Prime Minister, Winston Churchill.

1990 - The worldwide web becomes open to the public, starting to melt the divide of space and allowing for easier communication. Shortly after the introduction of the internet, connections are made among individuals of accelerated abilities and the realization of the Wizarding community is discovered in the United States, provoking growth and interest.

1995 - School of Salem opens, ironically in the birthplace of American witch legend. While the creation is not made public in agreement with the Ministry of Magic's request for secrecy to Muggles. Taking from their close connections with Hogwarts, the school is a 7-year program and also covers required U.S. education requirements atop of magical abilities. Former instructors of other magical institutes provide the education to students who will begin to fill their roles.

July 27th, 1997 - The Battle of the Seven Potters - Defeat of Lord Voldemort

2002 - The first class of School of Salem graduates; 15 students. Traveling to the United Kingdom they receive special instruction and begin pursuing careers as either professors or are trained as Aurors.

2015 - Central Intelligence Agency recruits it's first wizard to assist with a manhunt. The target, a wizard as well, was apprehended with the assistance. Shortly after, the Magical Intelligence Task-force and Heuristics Squadron is formed, seeking aurors to assist with crimes in the US Jurisdiction believed to be associated with wizardry or mythical creatures.

​

 

[Soliloquy]

London, England - Present day 4:20 PM

​

"Now boarding, Flight 189, gate 13B. Destination: New York."





The pleasant female voice sounded over the public address system, filling the London City Airport's atmosphere before allowing it to return to it's regular buzzing. A number of sitting patrons rose and began shuffling to their designated terminals, carry-on baggage or children in tow. Sitting near Gate 13 B, a young man watched the movements of others, his face briefly offering a smile before returning to a relatively emotionless state. It always amused him how much of hurry people were in, even if rushing to get in line didn't get you there any faster.


Instead of joining his fellow passengers, the casually dressed male sat back in the hard plastic chair, arms folded behind his head to support his neck. Two small black buds were pressed into his ears, filling his mind with constant music to drown out the chatter and various airport noises. Most would dismiss this as simply a young behavior, but for him it was much more. The music was a source of concentration as he pulled out his passport for the dozenth time, glancing at the first page before closing it and letting it rest on his lap. The picture was key.


Dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he was doing his best to blend in with his environment, even though it was far from his norm. Dark blue eyes and dirty blonde, short-cut hair matched the image that rest inside his passport...for now. That was his current focus, maintaining the image that was about to be presented to airport officials. The line had gone down enough to his satisfaction, and he rose to join the travelers. As his turn had come, the official requested his passport and ticket. Producing both, he unconsciously held his breath.


"Sephyrim Nightingale?" the dark woman asked, looking from his passport and back to the young man. He nodded, giving her a small smile. Her brows knit together as she took another look at the passport and back at him. "This picture is supposed to be current, young man."


Sephyrim's heart stopped for a moment as he thought he had blown it. He opened his mouth to try and offer an explanation but nothing came out. The woman took a third glance at the passport before handing it back to him. "The next time you go and dye your hair, you need to get a new picture, hear me?" she said with a tone of forgiveness, ushering him through the gate. He nodded quickly, retrieving his worn backpack from it's plastic tray and taking off a muttered thanks. Passing a window that provided a minor reflection, he glanced in it quickly. His own reflection looked back at him, although this time his hair was a dark red hue.


"Always a nervous ginger," he groaned, but made his way to the plane. Boarding and settling in for the long flight, he began to think his mothers advice on Apparating, although even with the praise he had received on his abilities, the Pacific Ocean seemed like quite the leap. Besides, if it weren't for the difficulty in maintaining his appearance under duress, Seph found traveling to be pleasant. Comfortable, he glanced out the window (slightly agitated to see his hair was once again dirty blonde) once before settling in for the eight hour flight. He quickly found himself asleep as the plane reached a stable flight pattern.

Queens - New York City, New York 8:50 PM



​

Exiting La Guardia Airport, Seph was eager to stretch his legs, worn backpack in tow. Taking a deep breath of the not-so-fresh air that was offered, the young man walked fearlessly into the young night. Although he didn't look it, the young wizard was heading home after the last 3 years of training an ocean away. While he was far from the first American Auror, he was pleased to say he was the only known Metamophmagus, a rarity that proved to be troublesome in an age when technology thrived and security was everyone's concern. He also had the misfortune to lack control over his changes when under extreme emotional situations, such as being hawk eyed by airport security.


After a few minutes of walking, the young man found his destination - The Full Moon bar. While it was not the cleanest looking establishment, full-sized neon silhouettes of various poses suggestion many moons that could lie within, the bar was exactly what he was looking for. Entering the shabby building, he paid no attention to the other patrons or employees, heading directly for an unmarked door. The loud music was an appreciative cloud as he stood close to the door, his backpack in one hand while the other was just inside the lid, masking brief words. Opening the door, he disappeared inside, the noise evaporating as he closed the door.


Looking around the room, he found that not much seemed to have changed over three years, although he supposed decorating was a moot point. Reaching up on a shelf, he pulled down a large silver canister. Cradling it against his chest, he removed the lid, revealing a bright green powdery substance. Seph quickly procured a handful before returning the canister to it's resting place. Turning, he ignored the few couches that decorated the room, instead looking into the clear centerpiece - a large brick fireplace.


Growing up with a witch, he was no stranger to traveling by Floo, however that didn't make the experience any more enjoyable. Nothing could take away the images that were burned into his mind of fires and burns, neither of which he wanted for himself. Taking a deep breath and gripping the strap of his backpack, the tall male folded himself into the fireplace. "School of Salem," he said clearly, releasing the powder from his hand. His body was quickly consumed by the green flames and he felt himself launching through space, grateful for an empty stomach.

School of Salem


Salem, Massachusetts 9:10 PM



​

Opening his blue eyes, Seph was relieved to see the familiar sight of his long-time home and school. Stepping out of the fireplace he landed in, he unnecessarily dusted himself off before shouldering his pack. It seemed the school had settled down for the evening, at least near the kitchen. Hardly surprised, he opted to simply see himself off to his prior living area, in the far side of the schools campus.


Entering the housing section designated for instructors and their families, he found his tired feet carrying him naturally to his bed from years ago. Shedding his shoes and dropping his bag, he collapsed on the cotton goodness that was the scent of home. Expecting to pass out as soon as he did, he was nearly disappointed to see that the scent of home was a reminder of why he was back. Burying his head in his pillow, his jet-lagged mind replayed the events of the day prior, but thrived over the message he had received.


Mr. Nightingale,


Your presence and abilities have been requested by the Magical Intelligence Task-force and Heuristics Squadron. Due to the severity of the situation, details will be released to you upon your appearance at headquarters. Please respond immediately, should you choose to accept, and arrangements will be made for your return to the United States.


We look forward to seeing you very soon.


Director Atticus Filmore.


Central Intelligence Agency; M.I.T.H.S.





Seph had responded immediately, of course, thrilled to see that he was already attracting the right attention so recent from his training. All wizards and witches were educated on the brief history and small structure that now served as their foothold in the country, including the elite M.I.T.H.S. Muggles, it seemed, weren't the most eager to be working alongside the magically enhanced, so the squadron was exceptionally small and unknown to most of the CIA's ranks. To be one of the elite, solving crimes was beyond a dream of his. Sighing contently, he rolled on to his back, staring up at the blank ceiling. Even with only hours to go, tomorrow could not come quick enough for the young wizard.

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily walked around the school, relaxing around the sight of it. She walked slowly into the instructors housing. She was silent as she walked. Her rusty brown hair was pulled back into ponytail like normal and her light brown eyes scanned the area.


This had been her only home when she found out she was a witch. Her parents...they did not like it, to say the least. She was thankful when the school took her in, kept her clothed, fed her, and taught her how to control her magic. She smiled as she remembered everything. That smile faded as she held the piece of paper in her hand a bit tighter.


Miss Blooms,


Your presence and abilities have been requested by the Magical Intelligence Task-force and Heuristics Squadron. Due to the severity of the situation, details will be released to you upon your appearance at headquarters. Please respond immediately, should you choose to accept. We look forward to seeing you very soon.


Director Atticus Filmore.Central Intelligence Agency; M.I.T.H.S.


She hated not knowing what she was getting into, but she also couldn't help but to feel proud and honored. She had been chosen for something important. Her. A witch who had been born from Non-Maj parents. Yet, despite of this, she found herself extremely worried. What would they want me? I'm not good at potions, I either run into a wall or face plant when I apperate, I trust too easily. The only thing I'm good at is battle strategies, even then I'm only really good at attacking. She bit her tongue. Shut up mind. Thinking this much won't help you....and I'm talking to myself. Fantastic.


She finally made it to the house. She wasn't really tired so she decided to just lay on the couch in the living room area. She summoned a book to read, doing so for a good few hours before she finally passed out.

 

[Soliloquy]

The following morning found Sephyrim with red eyes and just as nervous as he had been the day prior. Spilling out of bed, it took him a moment to recognize his surroundings. His living space for his entire life was temporarily foreign after years away, but quickly returned to feeling of home. Looking around, he was surprised to see he had awoken so early, although he didn't really remember going to bed, either. Shedding his casual traveling clothes, he readied himself for the excitement that was sure to follow.


Retrieving his backpack from it's fallen spot on the floor, he began rummaging around until finding what he was after. Pulling out a crisp black suit, he quickly dressed, knowing he wouldn't have long before his mother would come demanding time with him before he left. Dressed and clean-shaven, Seph took the time to take pride him in his appearance in a long mirror. His chiseled chin was a trait inherited from his father, while his high cheekbones were clearly form his mother. While he was more than capable of willing them away, a part of him enjoyed being able to connect to his family.


Looking at his shabby pack he pulled a long white-stained wand from the flap, tapping the side of the bag with it and transforming it instead to a briefcase, a much more acceptable carrier with his current attire. Pocketing his wand, he turned just in time to hear his mother knocking on the door. As much as he still longed to be the teenager bent on distancing himself from her, he couldn't deny that he had missed her.


"Oh come in," he said, knowing full well she had most likely been hovering for some time. The door immediately swung open and a tall middle-aged woman appeared, limbs composing most of her body while vibrant red hair, streaked with silver, sprouted from her head in all directions.


"Oh, my lil Sephyrim," she cooed, her voice thick with a Bristol accent. Her long arms wrapped greedily around his slim torso, overwhelming him with a scent he could only attempt to place as a combination of vanilla and possibly Treacle tarts. Caving, he relaxed in her arms, letting the familiar smells was over him. "I can' believe how much you've grown!"


"I missed you too, mum," he admitted, thankful the reunion was happening with no one else around. Prying himself from her grasp, he gave her a genuine smile. "And you look good. Even with a smudge of ink on your face."


Reaching a slim finger up, Veramina wiped away the splotch as he pointed it out, laughing as she did so. "Before you say anything, I know is primi'ive, but is also terdition. Back when I was in school..."


"Mother, as much as I 'd love to listen to yet another recap of your escapades at Hogwarts, you no doubt have a Charms class starting soon and I need to get going," he was quick to stop her, which earned him a look of disappointment which he waved off with a charming smile that he knew would remind her of his father. He might feel guilty about using such tactics if they didn't work so well. "We'll catch up later, I promise."


With a sigh she let him pass, but not without another embrace. Briefcase in hand, he left the home he had only recent returned to, venturing outside and to a small courtyard that rest behind the instructor's housing. His communications with Director Filmore's liaison since the original message had been through email. Unlike other countries, years in secrecy had left many more comfortable with technology than trying to explain owls to muggles.


Seph was aware he wasn't going to be arriving alone, although he hadn't been informed who would be joining him. Instead, he stood at the appointed point, awaiting the unknown second wizard. An alongside Apparition was permitted for entrance, as they were strict on the number of entries and were like hawks when monitoring. Holding his briefcase before him, he waited as impatiently as he could, clicking his tongue to the rough of his mouth from nervous habit.

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily woke up slowly, still on her couch. She groaned as she sat up and looked around. Her personal room wasn’t very big as she was the only one to live there. She would’ve been fine with just a pullout bed if she was completely honest but she wasn’t going to complain. Her apartment like room had a small bedroom, bathroom, and a living space. She found, and still felt, comfortable in the smaller space. To her, open areas gave her anxiety. To many options and possibilities to go through.


She shook her head and stood up. She had to get going. Glancing at the clock, she knew already she was late. It wasn’t usual for her to be on time, but she knew this wasn’t something she should push away. As quickly as she could, she took a shower, brushed and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, brushed her teeth, and got dressed. She was never one for formal wear. The few times she remembers wearing a dress was for her graduation party and even then she hated it. Though, she had to admit, she would pick a dress or a skirt over jeans any day. Now those are just painful.


She giggled softly to herself as she pulled her shirt over her head. She glanced in her small mirror for a brief second. Cargo pants, sneakers, and a black t-shirt. My kinda style. With that thought, she grabbed her bag and headed out. She walked over to the man she saw. On instinct, she held her wand tighter. She vaguely remembers another letter stating she would have a partner. Must be him…


“Hey.” She greeted, giving a wave while walking up and standing next to him. “You got a letter too?”

 

[Soliloquy]

While waiting, Seph found his eyes straying around the familiar campus. While other wizarding institutions were centuries old, the School of Salem was only a couple decades in existence and it's youth radiated in modern appearance. Unlike the castles and palaces that served other countries as housing and grounds to learn on, the American school resembled a university, comprised of several buildings that were all very simple in structure, large glass windows decorating them.


He had lived at the campus his entire life, and there wasn't a place in the world that felt more at home. His mother one of the first instructors before he was born, so he had known every inch the perimeter had to offer before he was even an actual student.


The crunch of approaching footsteps brought his attention back to the current moment and he turned to face the approaching witch. She wasn't familiar to him, although that didn't say much when he had been gone for almost 3 years. Chances were she was below him in years, and being the hard-working student he had been, he never paid attention to social matters. When she mentioned also receiving a letter, it was apparent this was his traveling partner.


"Yes," he answered with a slightly forced smile. Acquaintances and really any interaction with others was not his strong suit. Holding his arm out to her, he rushed on. "We're running a bit late it seems. Are you ready, um..." His voice trailed off, realizing he hadn't bothered to learn her name.

 

[No Longer Active]

She smiled softly. She looked at the man, noting he was probably about 5 years older than herself. "Emily Blooms. Sorry for being late." She offered him her hand to shake. She felt like she knew him from somewhere but did't know where exactly. "Shall we get going then?" She gave him a small smile.


She hoped she was coming off as nice. She hated it when people thought she was mean. She wasn't, or at least she didn't try to be. She more often found herself trusting people more than she should be, but it's a habit she couldn't help. She wanted to befriend everyone...mostly everyone. There are people, bad people, that get under her skin. They never really stood a chance at gaining her friendship.

 

[Soliloquy]

Raised on strong, traditional British mannerisms by his mother, the young man accepted her hand shake. Once her smaller hand was within his weathered grasp, he gently turned her hand inward, leaning forward to press his lips very briefly against the tops of her knuckles.


"Sephyrim Nightingale," he introduced himself with a half smile. "And yes, let's be off, Miss Bloom."


Straightening, he left her hand remain in his for the purpose of the Apparition. Withdrawing his wand he muttered the necessary incantations and with a crack in the air the two bodies disappeared. A force of habit lead Seph to close his eyes until they landed, and when they opened, they found themselves in the middle of a large spacious office. Cold, square edges gave the room a hardened look, accompanied by excess of chrome and leather.


Before the two of them stood a woman who gave off anything but friendly vibes. Raven hair was pulled back tightly in a bun, and dark hazel eyes visibly displayed disinterest. Wearing a charcoal grey pantsuit with a lilac blouse beneath and a bulge over her hip, she seemed to be struggling with how much of an intelligence agent she waned to be portrayed at. What wasn't a mystery was her distaste for the witch and wizard before you.


"Nightingale, Blooms," her sharp voice barked, causing Seph to straighten up, although he had hardly been slouching. "You're late. What's the matter? Thick broomstick traffic?" Rolling her eyes, she spun on her heel and walked off without another word. Looking to Emily with confusion on his face, Seph released her hand (having just remembered it was still in his grasp) and nodded after the woman.


"What a warm welcome," he muttered but followed after her down a clean hallway. They turned a few corners and Seph knew he wasn't going to be able to find his way back alone before coming to a stop at a closed door. The woman who had 'greeted' them stood, foot tapping as she waited.


"Director Filmore is inside and waiting for you two....specialists," her face scrunched at the word, as if she had taken a bite of something bitter. About to leave again, she muttered under her breath, but still audible to the two. "What a waste of time, magic shit."


Once she was out of ear shot, Seph turned to Emily with a sigh of his own. While she wasn't someone he knew, he was all too familiar with her type. In recent years, Muggle-Wizard encounters were becoming more and more, although not always for good reasons. "Muggle pessimists really are the worst," he muttered before looking at the door before them. "Shall we, Miss Bloom?"

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily blushed as he kissed her knuckles. She knew it was a formality in some places but she never liked formality...She groaned as the apparated. She never really liked that, having always preferred brooms or magic carpets. She stumbled as they landed and looked at the woman. It took everything in her to not snap back at her. She had dealt with enough criticism from magical community. She wasn't about to let muggles add onto it.


"Could have been nicer." She snarled when the woman left. "Might have magic but doesn't mean we aren't human." She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before nodding. "Yeah. Let's get this done with."


She silently hoped their group wouldn't have a lot of muggles in it, at least not the discriminative types. She knew already she wouldn't last long with a group like that. I'd punch one of them by the end of it...

 

[Soliloquy]

With an encouraging smile, Seph opened the heavy door before them, leading the way into a large office. One wall of the room was covered in dozens of monitors, each showing a different scene. As the door closed behind them, the many screens went blank as they were turned off. A large leather chair, its back facing them, sat before the monitors. In a grand gesture, the chair spun to face them, revealing Atticus Filmore.


A middle-aged man, Director Filmore was dressed in a pin-stripe suit, dark hair held firmly in place with product and a clear visual cue that he was disagreeing with his age. His eyes were the lightest of blues, seeming almost grey at a distance, but had nothing cold to them. Instead he gave the two young people a broad smile as he rose from his chair.


"Miss Blooms and Mister Nightingale," he clapped his hands together once, rubbing the palms as if he were excited. "I am so pleased you're here to join us. Your skill sets are highly desired, and dare I say, necessary."


Seph did his best to remain emotionless as the man spoke. He stood quietly, briefcase still in hand as he waited for further information. It wasn't that the young wizard wasn't excited, he certainly was, however he was more concerned on learning what it was they thought he could do.

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily, on the other hand, bounced happily. "What do ya need boss man?" She gave a cheerful smile to Atticus. "I mean, we might have a skill set you need but what exactly would that set of skills be needed for?"


A female cleared her throat, addressing the group that she had entered. "Atticus. I have the files." She walked over, giving the two the folders. Emily tilted her head as she opened them. She frowned immediately.


"Kidnappings?" She asked softly. "Why would you need us for kidnappings?"

 

[Soliloquy]

Seph accepted the folder with a 'thank you', setting his briefcase on the ground so he could use both hands to examine it's contents. He flipped through the pages quickly, skimming each page while listening to the question by Emily.


"Disappearances," the Director said with a look that showed they were taking a toll on him. The face that was moments ago more than pleased to see them was now seeming slightly defeated. "None of the individuals are connected, at least none that our agents can detect. All of them gone without a trace."


Looking up from the documents in his hand, Seph glanced let his currently dark green eyes glance between the Director and his female assistant. "So you think it's magic related? A wizard just stealing random celebrities and politicians?" he asked, trying to make sure he understood this correctly.

 

[No Longer Active]

The female nodded. "Yeah." She shifted awkwardly, playing with a wedding ring. "That's something that wizards can do right?"


Emily frowned and looked them over more. She bit her lip as things processed slowly. "It is..." She murmured then looked at Seph. "I-I think I've got an idea." She didn't know for sure but she looked back at Atticus. "All of these are celebrities, politicians, and famous people overall right?"

 

[Soliloquy]

He nodded in response to her question, although he had thought it was quite obvious from the list of names before them. "Famous, but not in similar manners."


Seph watched Emily, unable to determine what she was thinking. It wasn't like there was some secret wizard ritual that required the blood of a well-known being or anything. It didn't make sense why someone would abduct so many. "And no ransom or threats?" he asked, to which the director shook his head.

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily began to pace slowly. "Famous...it's obvious." She murmured. "There's wizards that don't like non-maj people, so much so they will start a war." She turned to Seph, grinning. "What's the best way to start a quick war? Making famous people go missing."


The secretary shook her head. "You are not making any sense honestly." Emily groaned.


"Help me out where Seph?"

 

[Soliloquy]

Closing the folder and holding it in hand, the young wizard mulled over what she was saying. His head unconsciously tilted side to side as his thoughts sloshed around like a washing machine. Emily proposing this was the start of a declaration was an interesting thought, although he wasn't sure how much he'd agree with that. He did, however, want to show that he supported her.


"Mugg- erm, non-magical history shows that wars have a tendency to start as a result of suspicion," Seph worked to try and build faith in his new-found colleague. "In an attempt to explain the in-explainable, history shows that you're quick to try and blame others, even without evidence."


Turning his attention to Emily and disregarding the others in the room for a moment, he searched her face for answers. "Do you think it's a war with the Muggles they want, or are they trying to start one among themselves?" He wasn't really sure what could prompt either, but hoped picking at her brain would prove useful.

 

[No Longer Active]

She still paced, thinking. She honestly didn't think that far into it. In her head it pointed to war with muggles. The possibility that it could be against other magic users hadn't sound plausible. "Maybe." She murmured, the gears in her head turning. "Both?"


"Both?" The secretary laughed bitterly. "Why would they do that?" Emily winced at the tone she used.


"M-maybe they are trying to get payback for something. I mean, the Salem witch trials's wounds are still kinda fresh. I-I don't know." She shuffled slightly. She was becoming less and less confident as more variables entered her head. It could be wizards, or maybe a skilled muggle.

 

[Soliloquy]

Emily's nervousness was all too obvious to Seph who decided to bite the bullet and draw attention away from her. "Regardless of whether it's a fight among regular humans, or if it is a fight they want to start themselves, what exactly brought you to think a wizard was involved?" he asked, turning his attention to Atticus.


"Well, as I said," the director unbuttoned the silver cuff links on his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves up before refastening them, "They all vanished without a trace. Nothing to be found on cameras or any form of security, which you can imagine most of these individuals have the best of."


"Plenty of crimes have been committed without magic that aren't detected by cameras," Seph argued a valid point, beginning to open the folder for a more thorough reading.


"Well, we've exhausted all of our possibilities, and as the saying goes. It was 'like magic' how the vanished. Maybe a saying that has firm roots?"

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily smiled at him thankfully. She thought she had had a strong idea but after being questioned, her confidence plummeted. If he hadn't stepped in...she didn't know what she would have done. She was gradually starting to like this man. He was someone she felt like she could really trust.


The secretary rolled her eyes and walked over to Atticus. "Sir? Why are we even wasting our time with these...magic users?" She said the last word with a clear distaste. "For all we know, they're crazy. We should just figure this out ourselves." Emily growled softly in return.


"Us magic users can still hear you." She snapped. "And honestly, if it is magic, we're your best bet." She crossed her arms and leaned against a wall, scowling at nothing. She pulled her wand out and began to fidget with it. She always found the thin wand comforting when it was in her grasp. She glanced at Seph and bit her lip. She mumbled a soft 'sorry' to him for her sudden burst of anger.

 

[Soliloquy]

The Director had seemed like he was about to speak when Emily had her small outburst, catching him off guard. Seph, also surprised by the change in the seemingly bubbly girl's demeanor. She was quick to recoil, though, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to divert attention back to himself once more.


"Clearly, m'am, figuring it out for yourselves isn't working," he said in a clear voice that was laced with passive aggressiveness. "If it were, we wouldn't be here. Which, by the way we came here hundreds of miles away, in a split second. I'd say that's far beyond your own technology or abilities, is it not? You're also speaking ill of individuals who are willing to put themselves at risk to assist their country, as an American should have the ability to do so."


His words came out at an increasing rate and his cheeks flushed lightly toward the end. While Seph never had been one to have a temper, he had been pushed too many times in a short period and his will had broken. While not quite the snap that Emily demonstrated, he still made himself quite clear.


"Oh, and it may be best to hold your tongue when facing individuals who are quite capable of turning you into a scurrying cockroach, which I feel would be all too appropriate given your pest-like nature, ma'am," he added with a surprisingly still charming smile before turning his attention to the director again. "While I wouldn't want to speak for Miss Blooms, I can assure you that you have my complete cooperation and assistance, Director."


While he hadn't responded to Emily's burst, it seemed that Atticus took Seph's side during his very polite rebuttal and small threat, forcing a cough to cover a smile that attempted to appear. Nodding at Seph's offer he turned his attention to Emily, awaiting a response.

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily bit her and nodded. “I’ll cooperate and give my assistance as long as I don’t work with magically discriminative people.” She glared at the woman who scowled back. The lady shook her head but kept her mouth shut. Emily relaxed visibly. “Will we have team or will it just be us?”


“Team.” The secretary replied sharply. Emily bit her tongue to not say anything. “They’ll be in in about 2 hours. You can...do whatever you magic people do.”

 

[Soliloquy]

While Seph had thought the spat between the two women had ended, he could tell there was still tension between the two. In response to the woman's comment of 'magic people' once again, he found he was no longer able to contain himself. Turning his attention fully to her, he gave a smile and a nod.


"Ah yes, what we do. We'll be needing two chicken, a goat, and about 3 pints of virgin blood," he said, the smile shifting itself into a grin. "Two eyes of newt may suffice if you're out of virgins."


While his attention was focused on the less-than-pleasant assistant, the Director himself began chuckling, shaking his head. "Oh my, you've got quite the sense of humor, young man," Atticus smiled, picking a piece of lint off the shoulder of his suit. "Will you two need accommodations during your time with us?"

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily nodded. "That would be nice sir. Thank you." She smiled politely at him. "And if we could get those ingredients, that would be even better." She added to the joke.


The female growled and stalked out. She shoved past Emily roughly, which made the witch growl at her. She calmed herself before looking back at Atticus. "Pleasant lady." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

 

[Soliloquy]

The director crossed to a large steel desk, retrieving a manila envelope that sat in the middle. Passing the small package to Emily he offered another broad smile. "Inside you'll find everything you need. Finances, access cards, and arrangements in terms of where you can stay. If you have any questions, you'll find a phone with programmed numbers."


Seph watched, interested, but only for a few moments. "Where are we needed first?" he asked, growing bored of simply talking. His anticipation for the meeting and joining the squad was not for the profit of chatter. In response Atticus provided them with the details of where they would be meeting the remainder of the team, dismissing them for the next two hours.


Stepping out of the office, Seph turned to Emily with a shrug. "So, what shall we do?"

 

[No Longer Active]

Emily shrugged and looked at the things they got in the envelops. She looked around them when they left the office. "I don't really know. Maybe just explore or something?" She tried not to notice the looks they got from the other no-maj people. She glared at a few that scoffed or muttered harsh words towards them. "Let's just go where ever those people aren't." She growled before stalking away. She had a strong hatred towards those types of people that treat them differently.