[OPEN] I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

Imogen was looking confused at all of them.
The girl was probably connected with Aurors. Why else would she so quickly came here?
However, the other girl looked familiar to Imogen. Is she a journalist? What is she doing here?

"I'm Imogen Blackburn" she looked at the girl still quite confused.
"What kind of wounds you talking about? What is the name of all happened here? We attract attention unnecessarily!" she frowned and then resolutely went forward when in front of her she saw... body?
She recognized the person. This is a guy with whom she spoke earlier. What happened to him? Is he dead?
"What happened here?" she looked at them, now panicked.

She could link two and two together.
There is a body without wounds. The girl said she saw the green light.
Aurors are here. They did not pay attention to the other person, only examined Imogen.
She shook her head in disbelief. "Whatever you think ... I do not have anything to do with this," she pointed toward the body, her voice cracking because of the panic and fear that she suddenly felt.

(Ooc: Alright, I'm gonna make this painfully obvious since I don't see any other way. I do not need you teaching me because I don't think you're competent for that. Based on my chatting with Adna and Thena I doubt they disagree with me, so we'd be grateful if you could stop doing what you think you're doing.
Thank you.
Best regards,
Marina.

To the others: I'm sorry for typos, I'm writing this on my phone.)

After a few seconds of thinking Louis decided he'll ignore the brunette rather than answer her. She's only causing a comotion and that won't help them here. Without even glancing at her he walked towards Imogen with pleasant expression on his face.

"Mo... Miss. Blackburn," he corrected himself quickly, knowing no one should know they already know each other, especially because neither of them could tell the aurors how they met, "you're not a suspect, we want you to try to help us sort this out."

Louis let her see the corpse for a few seconds before casting a dark cloak that fell over the victim hiding him from curious eyes.

He touched her forearm making it look like he's comforting her. "Don't forget you have every right to call a lawyer if you feel threatened. I'll let them know as soon as we clean this street, don't doubt it, Mo." Louis turned away trying to lead Imogen away from the corpse. "Everything would be okay."

Louis wondered where the hell are Obliviators, they needed to clean the street and neither auror was trained to change people's memory.

[ooc: I’m gonna NPC an Obliviator because I dunno if anybody has one, but I can edit if y’all intended for someone else to join or something ]


When the Auror turned towards her, Maude was only half surprised at his standoffishness. If he knew who she was, he probably would know about her brother. And if not, as seemed to be the case, then why would he want her getting in the way? That was fair. “My name is Maude Prichard. You might have seen me on the DWN, or heard of my brother,” she explained. “I wouldn’t typically get involved but the fact that someone was most likely dead? I had to try and help.”

When she looked around, the blonde looked thoroughly confused. Some sense of recognition seemed to flash in the woman’s eyes, but Maude couldn’t say she felt the same way. The panic in her voice, the confused glint that seemed genuine – it all made Maude want to believe that the woman hadn’t done it. But she had seen the green flash herself. Unless someone was incredibly sneaky, nothing else made sense.

Still, Maude made a point of standing out of the way when Imogen was given the opportunity to look at the body. She couldn’t help but wonder if the blonde knew the man in question, but decided to keep quiet – especially when the Auror said that she was not a suspect. Unless he was lying to calm her down, that certainly made things more difficult. Merlin, Maude was going to be murdered, too, if Gilbert heard about this and she told him not to print anything.

Seemingly from nowhere, a man in a trench coat approached, striding towards the Aurors with purpose. Following his path with her eyes, Maude suspected he had apparated in that patch of trees before coming over. He gave her a disapproving glance, likely thinking she was another nosy Muggle who couldn’t mind her own business. “Excuse me,” he said to his fellow Ministry employees. “My name’s Richard Graves. I was sent to help… clear things up, if you will.”

A pointed incline of his head made Maude draw in a quiet breath of realization. He was here to ‘clear up’ the minds of those who had seen what they shouldn’t have. “I do hope you’ll confiscate that man’s wand,” he added more quietly. “Hers too, most likely,” Richard pointed to the woman the Aurors were crowded around. “If anything happened because of self defense, I daresay you’ll all want to know.”

Maude frowned but said nothing as he moved towards a nearby group of Muggles, pretending like he wanted to know what had happened.

Imogen looked at Louis with expectation. She hoped that he would find a way to help her. She frowned when she heard that he called her by her nickname. He should not do it. The circumstances under which they met, that would have brought him to losing his job if they find out. Probably he should be a little more careful.
At the moment, it seemed as if everyone is giving her a false hope that she is not a suspect, although she woke up next to a dead body, and there is people who can confirm that a few minutes earlier she was arguing with a man who is now dead. Even worse, what she does not know, is that the deadly curse was thrown with her wand.

"You have to help me, Lou." she said softly when she felt that Louis touched her arm. She hoped that no one would hear their little chat, but now she believe she can trust only to him. He knows her. Imogen had hoped that he would succeed to tell to the Death Eaters what happened.
"Tell them all. Find Eviolette, she will find a way to get me out of this," she said with a voice full of hope. Throughout her life, she used to know her sisters will always be there for her, she hoped that it will not change now. She needed their help.
After all, Ev probably know some people, since she is herself conducting illegal activities.

"What a journalist doing here?" she looked shocked at Maude as if she only now realized that the woman was there. The last thing she needs is to be in a newspaper article about her as a potential killer.
Still, it looked as if no one want to say anything to her.
She just looked quizzically at the man who had come, she thought she heard him say that everything should be clean.
"My wand? Why do you want my wand?" looked at him quizzically, feeling fear.

Imogen looked thoroughly unamused at Maude's appearance, but the Prichard girl was not really taken aback or deterred by it. "I was just passing by when it happened," she replied politely, letting her hands slide into her jacket pockets.

Richard turned at the blonde's question, lifting an eyebrow. "Wands have a record of the last spell that was cast. If he attacked you, we can find that out. Equally, it can prove that you're innocent if your wand tells us so. But the Aurors should be in charge of that, not me. I'm not exactly assigned to your case. I'm just here to obliviate the people who shouldn't go around telling people what they saw."

With that, he turned around and continued with his task. Maude pursed her lips and glared at his back. He was horribly abrasive, wasn't he? "For reference," Maude told the Aurors, "I have no intention of running about and telling people things that are kept as Ministry records. If it comes down it and you're struck trying to find whomever did this, though, I'm quite sure that my brother would be happy to help. I only write sports, but he's got more range through the Prophet."

"I will, but you need to help yourself too. Do what they say, hand us over your wand. Answer questions, I'll let Eviolette know." Louis had no idea who that Eviolette was, but she seemed pretty important to Imogen, so he guessed she was another another Death Eater, a lawyer maybe. Weasley wasn't exactly thrilled with the fact he just promised her he'll visit hornet' nest also known as D'Eath Manor but he needed to do that, otherwise she might spill something about him being connected to the Death Eaters, and that would be utterly unacceptable and it would most likely be the end of his career. Louis found helping Imogen more an obligation than a thing he really wanted to do, at least not until he found out if she's guilty or not. Since he was already going there, he might as well find out if they know something about Corrine.

Louis left Imogen with Kace and walked back to the other woman, he now knew was named Maude Prichard, with serious expression on his face. He didn't like journalists, especially journalist that showed at place that was under investigation, but he couldn't do anything about her being her, although every moment she spent there meant she could collect a little more information for an article she'd most likely write soon. "Ms. Prichard, I'm Louis Weasley, an auror, could you please tell me more about the scene you saw earlier?" He made sure to assure there's fair share of space between the two of them and the muggles, that wasn't hard though, since it seemed like they're competing for Richard's attention, wanting to be the first one whose side of story he'll heard. Poor guy, Louis saw him a couple of times when he visited his cousin, but never spoke with him. His job seemed like a though one, he wondered how is Hugo handling all that. Louis was sure he would never want to switch places with either of them, being an auror is dangerous, but doing things to human's mind seemed more dangerous.

"Also, I don't want to insult you, but we would really appreciate if you could hand your wand to the obliviator. It's a routine check we need to do." He compassionately smiled, knowing he'd probably refused if he was asked the same if being on her place. Many witches and wizards don't feel comfortable handing their wands to someone else, and he was no exception. "I'm not sure how could your brother help us in solving this, considering he wasn't here when this happened. Was he?" Louis lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her to either confirm or deny his statement, although he guessed he was right on this one, he still hasn't met a journalist who would left a scene upon seeing something happening. They were more like sharks, in his mind, searching for blood that would lead them to their next meal. "Yet I assure you, we'll consider that offer."

She looked puzzled for a moment at man who is looking for her wand. Self-defense? What the hell is he talking about? Richard didn't attack her, ever. Even if he did, there was no reason to kill him, she could defend herself with other, less dangerous spells.
"Excuse me. Self-defense?" Imogen Blackburn looked at him quizzically before she laughed somewhat sarcastically and then shooked her head.
"He didn't attack me. We were just talking about... something private" she shrugged and then handed the man her wand.

While she waited for him to took her want she took thought in her mind of the last spell she used.
Is Imogen ever used her wand today? She used to stay in the Muggle world, so because of that she use magic only when she really needs, or when is too lazy to do anything independently.
Oh yes, locking door spell.
It was the last spell she used. This morning, when she wanted to go out, she could not find her keys, which is quite common. Therefore, the locked doors spell really helped her. Needless to bother and checked her wand.
Of course, she could not even dream that has just dumped her wand deadly curse that killed this seemingly innocent man.

"All right, my wand. Even though I can by myself say you about my last spell. I guess you need it for that?" again, blonde looked at the young man in question.
"The last spell was for locking the door, used this morning"

"Thank you," she looked at Louis gratefully and then went to the other aurors. It is obvious that her free day just ended.
However, she is innocent and she hoped that this will all end soon.
Tomorrow morning has really important recording that really can not be late.

Maude couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Imogen. Something about the way the woman was behaving made the brunette want to believe she was truly unaware of what was happening. Of what had happened. But who else could have done it? Maude was just lucky that nobody had turned on her and decided that she was the culprit for being there at the right time. Or, Maude supposed, the wrong time.

"Well, that's not quite what I meant," Maude explained, realizing she hadn't phrased it correctly. "My brother runs the Prophet. Gilbert Prichard. He could put out requests for information or notices of a reward if no leads turn up. Or for anything else, really. He won't report on it if he is asked not to, but if you do need him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

She felt a bit deflated despite her attempt at offering help, so she stepped back and clasped her hands behind her back and decided to keep a bit quieter unless they needed her.

(Bleh. horrible post, excuse my typos, auto correct on tablet!)

Ugh... bloody reporters, he hated reporters and journalists, they always stuck in their noses in things that weren't any of their business to start with. Kace knew that without any news, the wizarding world would be out of the loop, but some things didn't need to be said and this was one of them. Kace looked at Louis in annoyance, hopefully they can tell Maude what she needs to know, and send her onher mmerry little way. The more she was here, the more she knew, and she didn't need to know anymore then she already did. Besides they weren't even sure if Imogen killed this guy, they didn't have the proof they needed for this case, but he was sure that they will soon.  


Kace listened to Imogen telling them what happened, so the girl knew the guy that was dead? well...that's interesting, this just keeps getting more and more interesting. " Ms. Blackburn may we see your wand please? Don't worry you'll get it back as soon as possible, as Richard said, we need to check for the last spell you used."said Kace calmly. Kace heard about this girl due to Saphira telling him about her, from what Saphira told him, she wasn't that good of a person. Although who was he to judge, he haven't even met the girl other then now, so he really couldn't judge her from what Saphira told him. Saphira completely hated her, Kace didn't know why other then what he was told, but he was willing to bet if Saphira was here she'll make sure that Imogen was placed in Azkaban. 


Kace kept a mental check of everything that Imogen told them, they needed all the information that they could possibly get for this case, and it Imogen wanted to provetthat she was innocent she had to tell them everything. " Ms. Blackburn, can you tell me what you were doing at the time of the murder? " Kace asked her. "Any and all information would be helpful for this investigation and proving that you're indeed innocent, it'll help us and you out if you can tell us everything that you know. "said Kace. " Sorry let me properly introduced myself, I'm Kace Lecium, Auror for the ministry of magic as you know."said Kace.

She handed him a wand now really angry. Until when they plan to play this game? Why do not they just leave her alone?
"I already told you," she said each word slowly, evenly, but full of anger "last spell is to lock the door. Check by yourslef" she rolled her eyes. Shee no longer had the strength to play a good girl, all this is too much irritating.
They treated her as if she is suspected.
Imogen seriously considering about suing them for harassment.

"I was unconscious! I do not remember anything! Stop this nonsense and instead of these stupid speculation find the real killer!" she said loudly, almost screaming.
Now, she was really acting like a spoiled brat as she was.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot. I do not want to say anything else until I call my lawyer!" she said firmly.
When he introduced himself, she was so shocked that she had a feeling she was going to lose consciousness again.
Karma does exist.
"Another Lecium? How lovely!" she said sarcastically and then rolled her eyes.