#kingmeshacklebolt

Lucian frowned. 

         He hated when he was put on assignments with a partner. Particularly someone who was not from his department, nor specialty. He shot a look over the Shaklebolt with a sigh. To top it all off they were in muggle London for this assignment. He looked around, pulling out a small black notebook at had the details of the case. “It looks like there’s two people to find.” He said somewhat gruffly. There was a stiffness in his actions that came from feeling that someone was watching him do his job. He didn’t need someone to check his work. He was talented and driven. Lucian was unsure why the both of them had been assigned to the case. 

         “It looks like someone was drunk on a broom, was seen by a family or two.” He mentioned. At least that would be easy to deal with. Children’s memories were already so moldable to begin with. Combine that with the memory charm and it seemed like an easy days work. Lucian looked over toward the other, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He wasn’t sure how to proceed from that. 

Nigel was a bit on edge. He hadn’t planned on getting his hands dirty in this war more than he had to, and there was an eerie feeling surrounding him all of th time now, that everyone knew his secret. Knew what side he was on, and knew what had happened at the wedding. hat he was there, and that he had chosen not to fight. One one hand, if the members of the Order of the Phoenix heard about it, perhaps they would cut him some slack. On the other hand, if any of his fellow Death Eaters got word of what had happened, that he willingly chose not to fight an order member simply because he cared about them, well... that could be a problem.

Now, the bigger concern was the fact that there were giant statues come to life under enchantments destroying the city. People were running in all directions, though most of them seemed to be either running directly away from the concoctions, or directly toward them. Those people he could only assume were either Order members or concerned citizens. He doubted that any Death Eaters would bother trying to stop the rampage, unless it was to save one of their kind. However, Nigel wasn’t that type of person. He felt an irresistible urge to save everyone, no matter what side they were on. “Look out!” He shouted at someone nearby, quickly casting a hovering charm on the huge sword that the statue in question had been about to strike them with.

He hadn’t set out to be a semi-regular pest around the auror offices, but sometimes life was just funny that way. He’d been pulled in for questioning first, since he was a regular on certain dodgy corners, and when the information he gave panned out, they’d come to him again. And again. Just because he was the kind of person who knew things. And also the kind of person they’d never get enough dirt on to arrest. Most of the info he gave them was bullshit, but sometimes he’d throw in hints of the truth. Where this smuggler liked to have his morning coffee. How that call-girl had a habit of slipping her important clients veritaserum. There weren’t always arrests. Close calls and wild goose chases were more likely, but these days any source, even an unpredictable one, couldn’t be ignored.

For his part, Nic just sat back and watched what they did, quietly wondering at the competency of certain aurors, sometimes manipulating them into doing a legitimate favor for the Death Eaters. But most of the time he just left them to their chaos.

Currently he sat in front of Auror Shacklebolt’s desk, sleeves rolled up to show off his fox and umbra tattoo, legs spread and slouching slightly as he stared at the man. 

“I read that you guys caught Hayworth; congratulations.”

Alex had just finished arranging the tea tray- he was trying a new kind of cake and he wasn’t sure how it had turned out yet- when he felt a small shiver run through his bones. More distantly, he heard what could have, conceivably, been a knock. 

Ah. Someone was at the door, then. Kingsley, probably. Hopefully. Alex wasn’t expecting anyone other than his husband’s coworker, since after much work they’d managed to find a day where Alastor was at work but Kingsley was not, and Alex had managed to get his new part-employee to mind the shop for a few hours. 

He went out from the sitting room and opened the door, smiling brightly. “Mr. Kingsley! Please, come in- I’m so relieved we finally managed to get this set up.”

There was one person that Valentina trusted that didn’t know about her, however. Perhaps didn’t know of the mark on her arm, and certainly didn’t know the risks she took as a spy, but that would soon change. A quick word to one of the few that knew her name and suddenly boom, Kingsley knew he was supposed to meet up with a spy.

Just a spy, not a name.

She watched, waiting until the set time, then waited a few moments more before slipping in, hood protecting unruly curls from the rain that she hadn’t bothered to contain. 

“You’d think crime would take a break in weather like this, but instead it seems people embrace it. Do you think they expect the rain to wash away the traces of their guilt?” Valentina asked as she finally made her entrance, dropping her hood and looking around. “Not much of a place, is it?” @kingmeshacklebolt

Song: Stacey’s Mom by Fountains of Wayne

OOC: AU in with @princess-katsiaryna is the “mom” of the song. Also less age gap for Kingsley and Sanya @kingmeshacklebolt

Sanya knew it wasn’t normal for guys to want to hang out with their significant other’s family on a Friday night.

do you know how weird it is that I trust you implicitly until the moment you leave the office?