It was an odd location for Jack Dyllan and Hallie Cooper to be meeting. For a start the Shrieking Shack hadn't had any magical reconstruction in over a year since the time it was set ablaze and a scuffle had broken out between members of the Order and the Death Eaters. In fact Hallie hadn't been to the Shrieking Shack since that scene, which so happened to be the place where the blonde had captured her first death eater: Charlotte Topaz. Sadly the Quidditch Player had died on Ministry property so Hallie never got to see her capture be formally trialed and sent to Azkaban. Death hadn't been a punishment, only to Hallie who'd had justice taken from her.
Upon discovering that her Father was still alive and her entire life and belief system had been built on a lie Hallie hadn't been able to focus on her work. She was being eased back in and it wasn't taxing enough for her. Hallie didn't need to do the administrative side of investigations she needed to be out there in the field, getting caught up in a duel. Hallie needed something to distract her.
Of course Amelia didn't yet know the truth regarding her husband and Hallie didn't want her Mother being pummeled by such information any time soon meaning that the Shrieking Shack seemed to be the only place Hallie could meet without prying ears of the ex-charms professor who had recently returned to Spain to focus on her writing and research for her charms textbook. Hallie wasn't entirely sure why Jack had requested a meeting with Hallie but to be on the safe side the blonde figured the further from her Mother, or anybody else for that matter, the better.
Hallie had arrived at the shack a little earlier than they'd agreed but, with it being a Sunday, Hallie had nothing else to do and wanted to get out of the house. Walking into the sitting room Hallie looked up at the ceiling. There was a hole that she herself had blasted in an attempt to rescue Maura who'd been taken hostage by Alexis D'Eath and James. Across the room on a chair were crumpled brown paper bags that had to have once been home to sugar. Little did Hallie know the owner of the bags was someone she was once close to, so close to that she had been asked to identify his body upon it's discovery in Gringotts.
Approaching the hole the auror looked up at the splintered wood and nails that had caught Maura as she'd fallen to the dusty sitting room. They were rusty from where rain had leaked in and the blood of her faithful friend was now unidentifiable, almost as if Maura had never had the fragments of wood and metal slash against her porcelain skin although the memory still made Hallie angry, angry enough that the Gryffindor within was wanting to march into the Ministers Office and demand more challenging cases. Hallie wanted to make a difference in the world and being given easy tasks was not what she needed regardless of how shaken up she was about seeing her living-dead Father.
(ooc: sorry if the paragraphs don't flow or are just random pieces of information im really tired but wanted to get the thread up for you
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