Ryan couldn't believe all that she was reading, and beneath her calm and collected facade, a storm was brewing... and may the fear of God be instilled in all those who stood in her way in the wrong light. She opened up her file box again, looking through some other papers. She had made it her personal mission to help the muggleborns so they didn't end up dead, in Azkaban for life, or worse... end up as her husband had. She had never fully talked about the details because... well, she saw it, and in the week she stayed in the Ministry afterward, she studied the veil, knowing he would never make it there.

A dementor's kiss was definitely horrid to watch, she could remember it vividly, and since then she hadn't been able to produce the patronus she had once been so proud of. However, she had become much more protective of the child in her lap who was happily watching the sport going on in the skies. Briefly, her heart dropped as she thought of Trent. Trent Day, a wonderful man indeed. He had worked in something that dealt with Quidditch in the Ministry, and she shook her head... she couldn't be distracted... not with all she had to do.

She felt Ayden slip out of her lap as she continued over some files, but she kept looking back to Kearney's. He would be her first bit of meddling. He had been in much longer than others, and she would be damned if she stood idly by and let this continue to happen. She still had hold in the Ministry, some of them were scared of her because they knew where.she used to work before she joined the aurors office... and they knew those who worked in the Death Chamber, though bound not to speak of their work, were not forces to be reckoned with.

It was how she got into the aurors office so quickly.

Ayden played with her hair after a while of her being so into her work, and he climbed into her lap and buried his head into her shoulder. "Ayden, what's the matter?" She asked, but soon she saw.Oliver land near them. She quickly flicked her wand and her files went into the box and back into her bag as she stood. She held onto Ayden and she heard hos question.

"Yes, he's mine. I promise he won't be a bother. He loves watching, but its not going to be an all the time thing." She assured him before he asked about lunch. She was going to answer, but Ayden moved his head and looked to her.

"Mum," he said, "Food?"

She gave a gentle.smile. "Sounds good. I had a few questions for you, I have a file I keep looking at that has been bothering me. I am sure you will know why when I ask." She said, gathering up her things as Ayden slid down and began looking at Oliver's broom. She took hold of his hand. "Come on, sweetie. I told you we'll ask Uncle Charlie." She whispered, and he gave a smile as he held onto her hand.

"Come back?" He asked.

"Yes, Ayden." She said, looking to Oliver. "Where to, I will have to meet you there? Apparation with a little one is quite delicate."