So... First Impressions!?

She began to pull on her jacket, vaguely wondering when she would be done with this whole mess. The past three days had been pretty much devoid of sleep, and here she was, going on new adventures, which would surely lead to something more. If Jack kept this up, she four nights ago would be the last night she ever slept.

But she had barely began to stand when suddenly, a small Patronus in the shape of a mouse bounded onto their table top. Jack cast another quick "Muffliato" around the table, and the mouse said in the voice of another Auror, "Fiendfyre has been let loose on Diagon Alley. Khaat Lupin and Nemo Omara have been kidnapped."

Jack's blood drained from her face. She stared at the mouse which only remained another moment, before fading away. Jack felt someone brush past her and she simply allowed herself to be pushed out of the way. How could it... When had she last seen Nemo? Before the Order meeting... She had told him she would be leaving. And she had yet to come home. He had probably waited for her and then went out looking for her.

And Jack Dyllan's heart broke a little when she realized she was, once again, the reason someone she loved had been hurt.

"I have to check," Jack breathed. Her eyes snapped up to Whight's. "I have to check for Nemo. I'm sorry- I'm sure the whole Order is headed for Diagon, but I have to go home and to the Ministry. If you want, you can go to Diagon."

She turned to leave, intending on apparating as soon as she got out the door.

((Feel free to either part ways or join her))

Whight heard her words and saw this as a perfect opportunity to further prove himself. “My wish is not to add insult to injury, but it sounds like you may need all the help you can get. I’ll come and help as much as possible,” he said letting some false fear show.

Whight followed her.

Jack's head turned as she heard Whight speak. So be it. Jack wanted to do this alone, but she had also proved herself unworthy as a guardian to Nemo, it seemed. He'd need more than her to save him. But she would refuse to believe it until she knew for sure he wasn't safe. It could be a trap.

"Alright," she said, continuing to hurry towards the door. "We'll check in real quick with the other Order members." She suddenly slipped her arm in his, turned on her heel, and disapparated them both away.


Jack and Whight apppeared in Nemo's office, as she had given herself that permission during the brief period she had been in his position. She immediately paged in his secretary and began rifling through his records, looking for information. She then sent a memo to her team in her department, marked urgent.

She looked up at Whight. "This is Nemo's office. I'm looking for information about where he might be."

Suddenly, the secretary entered. "Yes Jack?" she asked. Everyone knew to call her Jack.

"When was the last time you heard from Mr Omara?"

She thought. "Three days ago or so."

"Thank you," Jack said. She handed Whight a stack of memos. "Look through these."

She showed Tracey out and was closing the door when her head guy, Teddy, ran towards her. She beckoned him in quickly. "Teddy, have you heard from Poe lately?"

He panted, "The last time was a few nights ago. He asked if you were here. Told me to tell you he was going out."

"Where?" Jack asked.

Teddy shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno."

Jack paused. "He might have been kidnapped. Please let me know if you know anything."

Teddy nodded and hurried off, muttering a quick, though sincere, apology.

Jack turned to Whight, again offering her arm. "Want to see where your Ministry heads live?"

The chaos at Diagon Alley vanished before him and he immediately found himself in an office. Whight took in all the information he could about the room in case he needed it later. The head of law enforcement's office was not a place someone accessed everyday.

Whight looked about as Jack spoke to a few people. The memos she had given him were too random for Whight to get any information from. Before he dove too deep into the task Jack was ready to leave again.

"If that's where we are needed," he said grabbing her arm.

Jack was pleased with Whight. He didn't ask questions, and he didn't seem too impatient to help. Most people, by now, were too busy butting in with their own hopped-up opinions of what should be done.

He agreed and the second he grasped her arm, she turned, appearing at the gate of her home. She made her way up the path after pushing open the gates. She stopped at the door and withdrew her key- only she and Nemo had keys and the house was proofed against anything else.

She opened the door and immediately, a small zoo chased her down. Two cursing ferrets called Jarveys, a sock-eating ottoman that thought he was a cocker spaniel, and her Gytrash Elliot, who now resembled an arctic wolf. She quickly grabbed a handful of socks from the planter next to the door and tossed them across the room- Mongo the ottoman chased after them and the Jarveys chased after him with glee.

"Homenum Revelio!"

Nothing happened.

Jack ran her hands through her hair. "Whight, could you quickly check the upstairs?" Upstairs was only a few rooms- the den of addictions, as Jack called Nemo's cigarette and bottle-strewn room; her own room; a bathroom; and her office area. She quickly moved throughout the rooms on the ground floor, Elliot following.

Finally, she turned to the spectral dog. "Elliot. Do you know where Poe went?"

The dog beat his tail once. She turned and called, "Whight! We have somewhere else to go."

She looked back at the dog. "Can you lead me there?"

The dog beat his tail again. Jack's began to feel a pinprick of hope.

Whight continued to follow Jack. He knew there was probably little he was going to be able to do unless they were directly attacked. They appeared in front of a house and made their way to the door. He wasn't exactly sure where they were but Whight assumed Jack made the frequent visits to the place.

As they made their way through the door they were almost overcome by the stamped of animals. Whight never liked house pets so he was immediately turned off by their presents. Still, as Jack spoke they seemed prove themselves useful.

Whight made his way up the stairs but was not given enough time to search the rooms. By the time he had made it to the top of the stairs Jack called for him once more. He quickly came down the stairs ready to set off once more without a word.

Jack locked up the house and followed Elliot, who kept his nose to the ground. He paused at the point Nemo always apparated at and raised his nose. Jack didn't question the spectral dogs powers, but she grabbed a tuft of his hair and grabbed Whight's arm. The three of them disappeared with a whoosh.

They reappeared in a familiar wizarding neighborhood. Elliot's nose dropped to the ground and Jack released her companions, following him. Elliot's nose pretty much swerved towards every establishment that served alcohol. He suddenly stopped and raised his head, looking a specific door.

"There?" Jack asked. The dog whined. She followed the dog and he led them into Knockturn. She pulled her wand and held it loosely at her side. Elliot ran to the door and scratched it. Jack looked at Whight. "He went in there."

Elliot whined again and took off for a alley. He suddenly stopped halfway in it and sat.

Nemo's scent ended there.

Jack entered and waved her wand. Nothing happened. She began scouring the alley for clues, looking for something. Anything. Elliot whined again. She ignored what he was trying to say. Again, he insisted with a whine. He's gone.

Whight followed Jack without question. He knew his words would only annoy her and slow her down. Even though he had little idea who they were looking for he knew it had to be someone of great importance to Jack. Whight had only ever been this worried about two people his entire life; his parents after they had been shot on the streets.

With his wand drawn Whight still felt he was being of little help at all. He let Jack do most of the searching while he kept a sharp eye out from anything out of the ordinary. As the entered the alley and the trail went cold Whight became uneasy. Maybe it was nothing. Still, he looked from Jack to make sure they weren't being followed.

"Where do we go from here?" he asked firmly.

Jack couldn't believe it. No. NO. Elliot was looking at his master with pity, wagging his tail weakly and whining, trying to offer some comfort as he walked forward and nosed her hand. Jack's breathing became shallow and her vision clouded. Something began to overtake her and she felt as though she would collapse.

She turned as Whight's words. "We check the bar. Ask around for a drunken man named Nemo Omara who probably went by the name Mortimer."

She turned, walking straight into the bar without waiting for her dog or her companion. She approached the barman first, expecting him to be the first in a long line of questions. She was wrong. Apparently, Nemo had gotten out of hand and the barman had wrestled his wand from him. Jack demanded it back and it really hit her-

Nemo had been taken.

Whight almost pitted the young woman but he found it hard since he had no relations with whom they were looking for and hardly any relations with Jack. This was their first little adventure together and they had moved quite the distance.

After the commotion in the bar had settled, Whight saw the reality of the situation fall upon Jack. Acting in character he asked, "Is there anything I can do?" Whight tried to fill his words with a bit of comfort as to let Jack know she wasn't alone in the endeavor. "Surely someone knows something," he said.

Whight was ready to set off once again in search.