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[agatha_bole]

Who: Agatha Bole, evil Ministry peeps
What: A sneak interrogation
Where: Ministry of Magic
When: Monday, 15 December - first thing in the morning
Status: Incomplete
As Aggie made her way into the crowded lift, she glared down one Ministry clerk who looked like he was about to take advantage of the close quarters to cop a feel. Not only was that

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[augury_npc]

Amycus Carrow was in a foul mood. His morning coffee had been cold, his eggs runny, and that red haired Weasley bastard had managed to hang onto his job somehow, despite his younger brother being a fugitive from the law.

His law.

He needed something, a pick-me-up, and fast. Something to get the day going. Something to remind people to stay on their toes, to quake in their robes and wonder if they'd be next.

Yes...

And then Agatha Bole stepped out of the elevator. Amycus smiled a shark-like little grin, reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Auror Bole. Come with me."

[agatha_bole]

Aggie barely knew what was going on when her arm was suddenly yanked and she was all but dragged down the hall. Her eyes fell upon her 'captor', Amycus Carrow, and she mentally berated herself for having allowed her guard to be let down. But she had been getting off on the floor of the Auror's Department, with Duncan a few steps away... She'd gotten to feel too safe with him around, and as a result, she was now on her way who knew where with the bastard who trailed the Minister around like an attention-seeking puppy - well, the one who wasn't a Weasley, that is. Though in the red-headed prat's defence, he hadn't really done that so much since Scrimgeour's death

[augury_npc]

The Auror's insolent freshness made Amycus want smack the girl in the mouth. He nearly closed his eyes, imagining the sight of her blood running down her chin and dripping onto her robes. It was a pleasant sight, one that got his pulse pounding.

This little bitch was going to pay today.

He squeezed her arm tighter, practically dragged her toward the interrogation chambers. "Watch your mouth, little girl, or you'll find yourself on the receiving end of a pink slip."

[agatha_bole]

She winced in pain as his hold tightened upon her arm. Her free hand instinctively moved toward the front of her robes, not for her wand but for the pack of Cherry Drooble's... but she stayed it before it could reach inside. She wouldn't call him, not now. She could handle Carrow... she hoped.

However, the tone of his voice was one that brooked no arguments, and she was loathe to offer him one. Perhaps if she tried to behave for once, she could make it through in one piece.

"I haven't done anything wrong," she defended but with a voice that was more respectful, even though she didn't feel any such respect for the man. "I've done nothing but serve the Ministry faithfully ever since I was hired on."

[courage_unseen]

Percy had looked up at the knock on his office door, and when the interrogator had passed along Carrow's instructions, Percy nodded. He asked the man why he had not been given more notice so that he could prepare better for the 'interview', and was told that it was all done on rather short notice.

I wonder if Kingsley knows, he thought as he stood up from the desk. If he doesn't, he needs to know.

Percy rushed down to the records department to fetch Bole's permanent file, then rode the lift back up to the floor housing the Auror's Department as well as the interrogators' rooms. Instead of going straight to Carrow, however, he strode into the Auror's Department and to the secretary at the main desk.

"Mister Carrow requires information on Auror Bole for an impromptu interrogation," he demanded in his staunchest voice, sounding as if he were angered by the necessity of being there. "I have her file from Records, but I need to know if you have anything on file that has not yet made its way down there. And I need it immediatelyThe

[agatha_bole]

Aggie sat in silence for what must have been record time as Carrow got himself settled into one of the three seats behind a table that faced her. He was soon joined by a woman with a hawkish expression that seemed to pierce into her who sat down next to him. They waited several more minutes until the red-haired weasel arrived, carrying a file with her name upon it which was immediately handed over to Carrow.

This is really happening, isn't it, she pondered as the last of the threesome took his seat and settled in with a quill and parchment. Just concentrate on what they ask, you haven't done anything wrong. There's no way they could possibly know about your secret, no way at all.

[augury_npc]

Amycus exchanged a glance with Madam Torq. They had discussed Bole's eventual interrogation, though being a lowly Auror-in-training, they had dallied in getting to it. Actual Aurors were far more important. The only useful information Bole was likely to have would concern Maclachlan.

Which could be very useful indeed. The little girl just needed to be shaken up a bit more.

Lazily, almost as if it were an afterthought, Amycus cast his Patronus into one corner of the room. Madam Torq cast hers toward the other corner and shortly, a panther and a large lizard were prowling the front of the interrogators' table.

Then the Dementors drifted into the room, arranged themselves mere feet away from Agatha Bole.

[agatha_bole]

Aggie suddenly felt cold, a deep, bone-chilling cold that permeated her skin and set her to shivering. The feeling was unfortunately a familiar one, as she'd felt it the night she'd seen the signal flare above Eddie's building. Dementors.

She could see them come closer from the corners of her eyes, and her hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of her wand, as if one step closer would prompt her to call up her own Patronus.

They won't come at you unless you give the bastards a reason to do so, just remain calm. She wished she were anywhere but there... Yes, anywhere else. She gathered to her positive thoughts and memories to keep the chill at bay... and to power a Patronus should she need one.

Duncan, just think of Duncan. Keep him in your thoughts, and the rest will go away.

[agatha_bole]

Now this Aggie had been preparing for. Her entire life had been a test of whether or not she could keep this secret, and she wasn't about to fail the test now.

"She died when I was young, as well," she explained, "but my father told me the story. He hired her when my mother died having me, because he wasn't certain if he could give me the care I required and continue working his business. She helped raise me for several years. And then she was suddenly murdered."

She paused before continuing. "My father explained to me that he had taken a fancy to her and was simply relieving himself of some loneliness, but their activities were discovered, and someone took issue with it. That was his explanation for her murder, however, there is no way of knowing the truth."

[augury_npc]

Amycus's lip curled into a sneer. "A respectable member of a Pureblood family took a fancy to a filthy Squib? Was your father so disagreeable, he couldn't relieve his loneliness with someone who qualified as human?"

Madam Torq nodded, fanatical light coming into her eyes. "Perhaps it's your father who should be here right now, not you. He should be the one defending his disgusting, immoral actions." She glared at Agatha. "Imagine if a child had been born from that union? What a filthy creature that would've been."

[agatha_bole]

"My father is a good, honourable man," she defended, then fell back upon some of her more deceptive skills honed on cases with Duncan. "Yes, he was weak, but loneliness can do that to a man. He also didn't want to dishonour my mother's memory by replacing her with someone of her station. A squib could never replace the memory of my mother."

She stiffened. "My father has done nothing wrong, aside from make a simple mistake. It hurt nobody, except perhaps the poor squib who was murdered for her affections. He feels guilt to this day, and I believe he has suffered quite enough already for his past decisions."

She said nothing to the comment about a child. They're testing you, trying to make you reveal something they aren't certain is there to reveal. Don't fret over it, just sit back and think of how lovely that woman will look when suffering under a few strong hexes.