INCORPORATED SERIES
PART IÂ Â Â Â PART IIÂ
PART III : HOW TO COMPLETE A FORMAL COMPLAINT - YOU WILL NEED A PENCIL N°2
She was not showing up. Even though Tom was torturing Trelawney, she was still not here. The blood began to spread on the floor and Tomâs shoes were starting to turn red. And yet, she was not showing up.
At first, Tom didnât think about it. He just did his job. Trelawney was a major advantage for the enemy, she always seemed to know what was going to happen. Thatâs why Tom needed to know how she knew so many things and there is no secrets torture canât reveal. That explains why Tom was pulling her fingernails off. He could have been disgusted by what he was doing, but after so many years of doing the dirty job, he couldnât even care less.
The only thing that was bothering him at this moment was that she was not here. She had shown up twice, always saying to him that she was here to stop him. So why wasnât she here when Tom was torturing Sybill ?
âDo you want another one-off or are you going to speak? I can do this all night you know. First, we start with the fingernails, then the fingers, then the hand. I guess you see where I am going.â Tom said in a dull voice.
As soon as the words left Tomâs mouth, he was almost expecting the sassy remark from the agent but only a pitiful sob escaped from Trelawney. âIf you donât want to talk at least donât cry. Youâre getting on my nerves, and I am the one with the knife here.â Tom barked. The woman tried to retain herself from sobbing, but the pain in her nailless fingers became too much and she began wailing again. Tom turned around and put his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose, and exhaled loudly. He looked at his watch and noticed that he was already late to meet the lads. Trewalnay was begging for her release behind him. He faced her and took two steps forward and put his knife underneath her chin. He released his grip and put the knife on a table not far from him. He took out his gun and pointed it at her head. âThatâs it. Iâm done with you.â He concluded.
She was there. Behind Trelawney, her arms crossed on her chest, slightly leaning against the couch. âAnd now you show up ?â He snapped at her. âNow that I want to finish the job, you fucking show up Agent 713 furrowed her brows. âWell, thatâs my job Mister Riddle.â She answered confused. âIâve already told you. Twice.â
Tomâs eyes opened wide as he finally understood what it meant. âYou only show up when I want to kill someone.â He whispered to himself. Agent 713 sneered. âYes.â She took out a file out of nowhere and skimmed through the content. A small laugh escaped her lips. âThat explains all the torture youâve done in the past weeks. Finally, I can explain to my boss the exponential increase in the use of torture without killing.â âSo youâre telling me that I can torture people as much as I want, but I canât kill more than 77 people ?â Tom dumbfounded. â77.5.â Agent 713 corrected him. âWell, you usually torture then kill. Hence my presence here. If you only torture, you go to Moodyâs department. And you donât want to deal with him.â She mimicked his madness by circling her finger near her temple.
She approached him and faced Sybill. Agent 713 watched the nails on the floor then her fingers. She winced from the sight and shot a look at Tom. âWhy do you want to kill her ?â 713 asked. Tom couldn't answer this question because he had no idea why. Trelawney was just annoying him with her cries. âMaybe you should reassess your actions and their consequences on your soul.â She whispered in his ears. Tom laughed at that. âSo now Mister Riddle, you will put the gun down, free this nice lady over there, maybe give her some tissues for the blood, and we will talk.â She got closer to Sybill and went for the ropes around her ankles.
âWhat do you think youâre doing ?â Tom spat. âWell⌠My job ?â âAnd I am doing mine. So move away, and let me kill the bitch.â
Agent 713 rose up and put her hands above her head in sign of exasperation. She went to the American kitchen and put the kettle on the fire. Tom followed her with his gaze, his gun still pointed at the enemy tied to the chair.
âIâm making myself some tea.â She announced. âDo anyone want some ?â She took a good look at Sybil. âWell maybe not you, might be a little complicated with the ropes and everything.â Agent 713 turned toward Tom. âWhat about you Mister Riddle ? How about camomille ? it is good for the nerves.â âYouâre the one getting on my nerves !â âAnd what are you going to do about that ? Kill me.â She stopped talking. âIâm not sure I can joke about that. Well, Iâll just take it out of the transcript.â
Tom completely turned around and leaped forward. âOk, I am stuck with one of you, a stucker or whatever. But can I, at least, swap you with someone else ?â Tom bargained through gritted teeth. âYou need to see that with customer services.â The agent explained in a dull voice. She took out a small white card from her black blazer and put it on the counter between them. Tom grabbed it and approached it to his eyes to take a good look at it.
            Fred and George Weasley - Customer Services     Â
                  DUMBLEDORE INCORPORATED
Tom flipped the card around, but no number or email address was written on it. âAnd how am I supposed to fucking contact them ?â Tom hissed. âAm I supposed to make a fucking sacrifice ?â
Agent 713 put both her hands on the counter and leaned. âWeâve established we canât joke about that.â She scolded him.
âAbout your question nowâŚâ She continued with a soft tone, contrasting with the previous sentence. â...in order to contact Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, you should write a formal complaint with a pencil number 2 and complete the form G12.â She gave him a A4 paper. âThen, with the help of the form G12, youâll have just completed, you can fill-up the form N3/4. You should probably also write a statement, with a list of reasons for the change, but of course, if you do that youâll have to send it to Lavender Brown, Ron Weasleyâs secretary. Oh but donât misunderstand meâŚâ
âYouâre stallingâŚâ Tom realised. Agent 713 shot him an embarrassing small smile. Riddle spun around and saw the chair empty. âWhat the fuck ?â He yelled. âYou let her get away ?â âRemember send it to Lavender Brown.â She quickly finished before leaving all alone in an empty apartment.
Tom, out of rage, kicked every furniture in his reach.














