Starter for: Malcolm Parkinson @themalcolmparkinson Where: one of his buildings When: afternoon
Malcolm Parkinson was on Ted's radar. Truthfully, he'd never left it, not since Parkinson Sr had been imprisoned. Ted had been a Junior Auror at that point, only marginally involved in the case against him. But it had been his first case, and he had a morbid fondness for the whole thing, recalling every detail with the sated attention of a Ravenclaw who'd just consumed a bowl full of delicious knowledge. So when the name crossed his desk again, he took the assignment for himself. Months had passed. His case file had grown. He was convinced that Malcolm was involved in something shady - for once, a mere basic criminality rather than the usual wartime horrors. In a strange way, it was almost refreshing to be dealing with something that only involved gold, not blood, gore and torture.
Nonetheless, he wasn't sure what exactly was going on. He had his suspicions, but they were not yet proven. It was very difficult to track financial wrongdoings when people were stinking rich and gold was physical coins. Still, he deemed it time to visit Parkinson for a friendly little chat. So after trailing him for a week or so, here he was, after having gained an idea of his movements. It was an odd building. Not much in it, bare and with a distinct odour that betrayed the fact that there were not many windows.
Pausing on the threshold, he knocked, waited a moment, then spoke. "Hello, Mister Parkinson." A brief smile, without friendliness. This was professional and nothing more. "Do you have a few moments for Ministry business?"
