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So, later on tonight, when I get off work, I will be migrating our characters to their designated section (which let me tell you I am super fucking happy about), So if there is anything you want me to add to either just let me know.

Upon appearing in th he designated practice pitch that Tutshill had, Marcus could feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He had been biting the bullet with this team far longer than he cared to admit, even got moved from reserve to main team within his first year... but Daniels had remained captain. He wasn't the one who deserved it , and granted Marcus would never turn it down, he knew he didn't deserve it either. Not with the only teammate he could tolerate having so much more to offer. Michaels always had. Still, as of late, Marcus found himself cursing not taking the contract with the Falcons. They won some games at least. He hadn't seen a winning game in a while because Daniels couldn't get the team to work together. They had been running drills all morning before they decided to break for lunch, and Marcus saw the auror going round asking questions. He had yet to be questioned, and he had yet to decide to ask them any questions, but he was sure he would be next. Most of his team had decided to go back to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, and oddly enough, he went with them. He sat at a small table, alone, observing everyone, but soon Michaels joined him. "What a first practice so far. Daniels has become more of a dock, I swear." Michaels said, and soon Marcus saw more Quidditch players filing in. Some were Falcons, others were part of Puddlemere, and soon came in the aurors. The one that they had been assigned, Drake, joined them, and they weren't kidding when they said the man was ugly. "D'you mind?" He asked and Marcus shock his head, seeing that he was reading through some.files. "So, Flint, you were a Slytherin?" He asked, and Marcus nodded. "And says here you were offered a contract with the Falcons as well when you graduated." "Yes sir, any other pertinent questions?" Marcus asked, rolling up his sleeves and showing he didn't have any marks, aside from scars, on his arms. "Not at the moment, just making sure my files are in order. Poor Gregory has quite a handful with the Falcons." He chuckled. "And Ryan with Puddlemere." "What are you saying?" Michaels asked, and after the three ordered, Drake gave a grin. "You see, I knew about my team assignment a month in advanced, so I was able to work through all of my major problems before first practice. Gregory and Ryan both just got their assignments this morning. One has to conduct ward time investigations on most of the team and the other has a target painted on her team. And not all of them have been released from Azkaban." He whispered. Flint and Michaels nodded. Flint was very pleased too, now he knew that perhaps if he got a meeting with the Falcons, having figured they were the ones with war crimes fiddling their team, he may have a chance of leaving Tutshill. "Interesting." "Just means more paperwork and he'll for them. You guys are smooth sailing." Drake commented, and Marcus.just nodded. Merlin let him leave Tutshill, he knew he needed it.

Ophelia was glad to be away from the castle. It had been since Drake had been chosen as her newest bodyguard after the last was found attempting to kidnap the one he guarded. It was quite comical, especially when he found she was no ordinary princess who expected others to rescue her. In fact, before Roman even entered the room, she had him thrown against the wall. She let Roman take it from there, and though there had been some private debate about two new guards. Ophelia and her father argued about it for hours, but she stayed firm, and she also made a new point. Without Roman, she swore to her father she would leave and never return. Her.mind was a bit hazed, but she still continued on. Drake wasn't far behind her, and soon she heard him speak. "Mi'lady, how long will we be gone?" "Not very long, hopefully. I need to look into something." She answered. He sighed, his ears perked up and he turned his head as they continued on. "Mi'lady, stay close. I feel as if we're being followed." He informed her, and she chuckled. "Followed? Drake, don't be silly. Who would follow us outside the safety of castle walls?" She asked, and Drake shrugged. Not long after they settlement came into site and he could see drunkards walking about, entering the 'secret' pubs. It was hard to be this close to humanity and not feel the hunger. Ophelia, however, told him no drinking from the humans, so he wouldn't. "What exactly were you wanting to look into?" Drake asked, as they entered the settlement, a few of the men looking at her. "Someone, more or less. A St. Clare." Ophelia answered. Drake rose a brow as he flanked her right side, and watched her as she spoke. "My father and I used to study human lineage, and these caught our eye, as a prophecy was foretold. But that's a lesson for another day." Drake rose a brow as they entered one of the pubs, and Ophelia sat at the bar with Drake. "What can I get for you two?" The bar keep asked. Drake ordered a strong drink, and what Ophelia ordered made him wonder. From what he knew of the princess, he knew she didn't drink alcohol. So, when she ordered and place the drink beside her. He was very confused, but then he watched her lean over as the bar keep returned. "Is there anyone around here with the last name St. Clare?" She asked, her eyes piercing his, and he nodded. "She's a bit reclusive. Rumors have been flying around about her." He answered, and she smiled, seeing the look on his face as if he wasn't sure as to why he had told her that. "Where is she?" She asked, and Drake looked to her ,feeling some eyes on them. "Ophelia, we have some trouble." He whispered, and she looked to him. "Don't draw any attention. Roman will be here soon, I am almost certain of it." She said, and Drake nodded, sitting back and letting his instincts take over as Ophelia leaned, intently listening, against the counter.

Alrighty. You should have a Marcus post when you return.

Me too. Just working on Marcus now. Won't be up for a bit because I have to run some errands.

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."

Okies.

Yes ma'am. If you do. I finally have enough down time to be active... well, activish. Not like all day everyday, but maybe once a day or three times a week, depending on how work is.

Oh, okay. I mean I feel horrible for not replying sooner.

It's quite alright. I will have a post up relatively soon.