“Death Eaters,” a folder was smacked down onto the desk of Hugo Weasley unceremoniously, as though he had nothing better to be doing with his time, was twiddling his thumbs, and needed direction. The redhead cleared his throat and looked up, arching an eyebrow at one of the senior law enforcement officers. The man had the grace to look a little bit embarrassed, seemingly seeing the Hermione Granger in the Weasley man’s glare. He, too, cleared his throat and he glanced down at his overly shiny shoes before endeavouring to go on and properly explain himself.
“A Muggle described men in black robes with masks on, carrying sticks, in her village. Fifteen people died.” Hugo sat back in his chair, shock writing itself across his features. “That, Weasley, smacks as Death Eaters. We retrieved her memories before one of your lot,” he shivered a little, unable to imagine bearing such a profession, “erased them. We want you and one of the Aurors to review the evidence and move from there.”
“The Death Eaters have been quiet for months,” Hugo pointed out, taking the folder and rising from his chair. “Why on earth would they start again now?”
“Beats me,” the other man replied with a non-committal shrug that made Hugo narrow his eyes.
“Sorry, what was your job description again, Fletcher?” Hugo asked with an airy snide-ness.
The man huffed and sidled away, slamming a flask of silvery memories down on the desk before he disappeared out of the office. Hugo smirked to himself and shook his head, his hands twinkling around the top of the flask. He lifted it up into the air and watched as the memories sloshed inside. Then, he shook his head and deserted the obliviation office, heading upstairs, instead, to the Auror Office where he asked after who was on the case.
“Not sure, love,” a distracted witch, in the middle of reading witch weekly, muttered.
“Well, love,” Hugo returned, impatiently. “Bloody well find out who is on this case. Now.”
She looked up, offended. Hugo didn’t shift. He stood his ground. They stared at each other for a few moments but it was she who relented and huffed, getting up to go and find a senior auror to tell her. She returned after around five minutes, complaining of having to track him down. Hugo thought that would be the last of her worries today but ignored her, looking pointedly at the woman, knowing that she had something to tell him.
“Louis Weasley,” she replied, watching as a grin stroked across Hugo’s face. “What’s so funny?”
“See you later, lass,” Hugo called over his shoulder before going to the auror offices.
He knew where Hugo’s was and he thought the aurors were particularly lucky given that they all had closed in offices. It didn’t take him long at all to find Louis’ and he rapped his knuckles on the door before opening it up, sticking his red head through the gap between the door and the frame, covering over his eyes playfully as he called out:
“Please don’t be shagging anyone in here, I don’t want to see your pale, freckled arse, Louis!”