Post by Ginny Weasley on May 15, 2010 20:00:25 GMT -5
It was well and truly night now. The sky outside Ginny Weasley's office window was jet black, though the flickering light of stars pricked the dark canvas like pins through paper. A half-moon hung lazily in the sky as Ginny sighed heavily to herself, running a hand through her dark red hair, which had come down from its loose bun from earlier that day. She was still dressed in the clothes she'd been wearing all day, black skirt and white blouse, and her knees were still dark with dirt where she had kneeled beside the latest victim of the random attacks that were plauging London. The parchment of rushed notes she had taken down at the scene was spread out across her desk as Ginny carefully copied them down again, trying to recall the details as correctly as possible.
She was still mad at herself, of course. She had been trained better than this. Three people dressed in black cloaks who hurried out of a dark alley should have been enough to pique her interest, not just a huddled figure of a victim of assault. It was the assault itself that was interesting her so much, in a perverse way. From her own observations, and from those of the Mediwitch from earlier, there seemed to have been no magic used on the woman, Ivy, to cause her injuries. Instead, plain and simple brute force had been used to great extent. It didn't make sense; the dots just didn't connect. Dark magic users wanting to exert their power didn't just use force. What was the point?
Annoyed, Ginny stood up from her desk and stretched, trying to get blood moving through her limbs again, and flicking her wand a mug on her desk filled with hot coffee. It was going to be a long night. She stood with her back to the door, looking out the window at the night sky, wondering who was going to be next in this viscious game of cat and mouse. She only hoped that her partner would arrive soon, so that they could put a stop to this once and for all.