Jack was sort of... running late.
"F*CK YOU!"
Jack sighed, twisting Raymond Carter's arm farther behind his back as she walked him into the Ministry of Magic. Her recent side project had been investigating potential American spies, as there was a rumor going about that someone beneath Lee Shepherd was trying to debunk his position and obtain a slice of the British Empire. Carter was an American, a Death Eater, and an American Ministry loyalist who had suddenly uprooted to London. She had sent a quick note to Kip, letting him know her work had culminated in an arrest of sorts, and was now taking Carter to one of the special Unspeakable cells.
Her secretary stared at her as Jack stormed in, the large man struggling in front of her. "J-Jack?"
"Holding procedure yellow - overnight, food and water provided all up front. I'll be back tomorrow once he's had a chance to think about his options." She walked him down the hall into the holding area and pushed him inside. The secretary appeared at her side with a large box. Inside was a few sandwiches, a plastic cup of water, towels, a soap - some basic essentials.
"You can't just keep me here," he argued smugly.
Jack pulled out a piece of parchment and threw it to him. "Wanted for the torture of three American muggles. You're lucky I didn't take you to Azkaban's holding cells." The man went pale and she continued on. "Right. I have some friends who will come by - take some statements. I'll be back tomorrow. I expect something helpful, regarding the Americans who are trying to get under our skin here. If not, expect the full force of the law regarding your victims."
And she closed the door. She tapped some buttons, ensuring that he would be provided adequate light. She may find the crimes revolting, but dignity of life was still a right until he stood trial.
She sighed and hurried back through the hallway, her secretary following. "Have Fred Weasley check in on him. I've left a copy of the file on your desk to give him. If he's not about... call Claire Bishop. This is her area too. I've got to go."
"Sorry, where?"
Jack grinned as she stepped into her office fireplace. "Poker night with the boys."
WHOOSH.
"F*ckin' hell."
Jack tumbled out of the fireplace, brushing herself off, coughing horribly. "Keiran! The fireplace needs a thorough clean."
She stumbled into kitchen area, looking about. "Right. So... everyone else is here?"
"You're tardy, Dyllan," Gabby said, eyes on his cards as he deposited some chips into the center. "Ante was five galleons. Might be ten for you."
"Ante was one galleon," Kip corrected, glancing at Gabby. He looked up at Jack. "So, yeah - it's ten for you."
She thwapped the latter on his back, muttering, "Shove off. I told you I'd be late. Alright, wankers-" She looked about at the table, giving a sarcastic little curtsy. "I apologize profusely for my tardiness. I'm even sorrier to interrupt your egotistical circle-jerk, potential gay-orgy in progress - oh, Avery!"
Whoops. She had not expected a female in their midst. That shouldn't have changed her feelings on the matter. But she somehow found herself feeling a bit awkward. "Right. Didn't know you'd be here. Nice to see you though. Lovely."
Gabby was nearly crying, so great was the effort to keep himself from laughing.