[b]10:21 AM[/b]

Drew Callaghan wasted no time. They were dismissed, and he had a job to do. Making his way back to his work room, he thought of what would be best suited for the mission. 

[i]A stealth mission, so I'm mostly going to need contingency runes. Four protego maximas, with repelling and strengthening charms. That should give us some time. One or two offensive spells - either Diffindo or Bombarda. Diffindo is quiet, stealthy, but we won't know if we're discovered. Bombarda... loud, so it'll blow our cover. But if anyone runs into it, our cover is blown anyway. Bombarda it is. But, to do damage, I'll need something big. I don't know what will be of value in there, and I'd like to get as much damage in as with few runes as possible. I wonder... I've been working on those runes to hold dark spells. Perhaps... Fiendfyre? If I asked Ronan, he could do it...[/i] 

Drew smiled to himself. [i]Fiendfyre it is. That'll do quite nicely indeed.[/i]

He had six hours to prepare, and he'd need all the time he could get.

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[b]1:34 PM[/b]

Drew knocked on the door to the meeting room, then stepped inside. He was relieved to find Ronan still there, perhaps lost in his thoughts or looking over plans. He cleared his throat. 

“Mr. Findley-Barr? I had request to make of you, something to help with the mission at McCarthy Manor,” Callahan said respectfully.

Tiredly, Ronan looked up from the tome of dark magic the manor’s resident librarian had procured for him and stretched, something audibly cracking as he did so. “What do you need, Callaghan?”

Drew pulled out the two pieces of carved stone that contained the dark runes. “Could I ask you to cast Fiendfyre onto both of these runes?”

The spymaster frowned, brows furrowing as if wracking his brain for anything about Ancient Runes. “Fiendfyre in a rune would be… destructive, possibly even more so than the spell on its own without a wizard to control it. What do you plan to use them for?”

“I plan to use it to cause some damage, like you suggested earlier,” Callaghan said with a lopsided grin. “It’ll be a good distraction for when we’re leaving, it’ll cover our tracks, and it’ll leave the Death Eaters wondering if Mia died or escaped. Not to mention possibly destroying one of their hideouts. I think it’s an opportunity to deal a serious blow to the bastards.”

Ronan nodded in understanding. “Might want to tell your distraction – Blake and Cunningham – about this plan. Don’t want them to stick around while the place is blowing up, which might be a tad suspicious… Unless you plan to put it on a longer timer..?” Nevertheless, he took both of the runes and, with a wave of his wand, pushed the hefty oak desk to the very corner of the room along with all the very [i] inflammable [/i] papers.

“I’ll be sure to tell them,” Drew said, watching Ronan work with fascination. He stepped back to give the spymaster some room.

Setting down the two runes in the centre of the meeting room, Ronan gestured for the saboteur to move back against the edge, drawing his wand and pointing it at the stones. With a steady breath and a pained grimace, he cast it, and initially it seemed that nothing happened.

Then, like a slow caress, the flame trickled out of the tip of his wand, then grew larger, more potent in the space of a few seconds. Hot enough to melt flesh like butter and sear bone to charcoal, but perfectly contained. Ronan didn’t even blink as the flame snarled at him, instead directing it to force itself into the vessels.

And it did, like pillars straight from Muggle Hell. Ronan cared little about the decrepit carpets as they were scorched under the heat, already worn down from years of rebels walking through its halls.

All of a sudden, it was over. The Fiendfyre reared back and Ronan continued to swipe and swipe with his wand until there was nothing left of it but the smell of smoke.

“How’s that? I’m not one for charging runes…”

Drew approached the runic traps, testing the contained magic with a few controlled gestures of his wand. He nodded in approval. “Perfect. The spell is contained, ready to be released with the right trigger. I’ll set a decently long timer, but it can’t be too long. I don’t want to risk the Death Eater’s finding it and disabling the traps.”

Placing the runes into his bag, which seemed to gobble them up readily, Drew stood up and gave a casual salute. “Thank you, Ronan. See you after the mission.”

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[b]3:50 PM[/b]

Drew Callaghan strode into the entrance hall, checking over the gear he was bringing. He had his pouch filled with traps, enchanted to hold more than its size indicated, and resistant to spells and jostling. His clothing emphasized speed and mobility. Rather than the long flowing robes usually preferred by wizards, he wore a tight-fitting dragonhide tunic and pants.

All in all, Callaghan was prepared. He looked for his team. “Blake? Luther? Kyle? I have to say something.”