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Beth Ramsey. 30. Corporal. Transfer from the Department of Protective Services for No-Maj Born Children. She/her. current points: 340 current cases: Murder at Cooperstown High Disappearance of Abigail Potter Unexplainable House in New Haven Mysterious Death of Rodger Henshawe Rogue Chupacabra in Puerto Rico

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jerusalemblanchard‌:

Everything she said fit with the hypotheses that they had come up with when talking through things with Beth back at the office, only now they were realizing there would be no way to go and just ask someone what had happened, considering that the last owner was long passed. They listened closely, frowning slightly at her words, but sensing no lies from the front of her mind, at least. 

When the phone rang, they started slightly, and glanced at Beth as she nodded, Hazel excusing herself. It felt a little easier to breathe again once they were alone in the room, no pretense, no need for the lies, at least for a second. That was certainly needed, because there was still so much unknown about the whole of the problem.

“Agreed,” Salem nodded, frowning slightly. “And from the sound of it something that his children were unaware of, or had no interest in being involved in. That doesn’t help much with the question of what he did…”

They trailed off for a second, looking around, waiting for something to hit them, and it did as they looked through the doorway that Hazel had mentioned had shown seemingly another time and place before, a room that shouldn’t exist in the house. Because if the old man had done this, it wouldn’t still work.

“The thing is, though, spells end once the caster has passed on, so I wonder…maybe whatever he was doing, he had help, and it worked. Maybe it only started malfunctioning like this once his half was gone, after his death,” they suggested, unable to hide the excitement from their voice. It felt like a real possibility, given the way things were adding up, especially with no prior reports of strange happenings before. That still left the problem of the man being long gone, and with no apparent contacts to question on what was going on before.

She nodded along with them -- she’d had the same thought, half-formed, about the fact that the magic shouldn’t be working anymore, but they had put it into words, and then put it to use, quicker than she’d been able to. There was, at the back of her mind, behind the conscious part of her that was focused on the case and on putting together an answer, that was feeling a warm mix of awe and pride at her sibling’s quick thinking, a spark of happiness at the sound of excitement in their voice. It was so much more than she’d ever seen of them, in the times post-Ilvermorny that she’d tried to reach out. No hesitation, no nervousness, no unavoidable tension at the unpleasant reminders her existence might’ve brought up. No, this was Salem in their element; this was the two of them, in their element, working together. 

     “So if we can figure out who cast the other half,” she added, grinning a little in agreement with their assessment, “we can ask them what it was meant to do, and find a way to reverse it?”

It was just a question of how to do that -- contact the old wizard’s kids and see who he might have had enough contact with to try to do this? She hoped that would be a last resort, since it didn’t sound like they’d be easy to get anything useful from.

     “I think-- I think we have to figure out where -- or when -- this other house is, Salem,” she suggested, and while she expected to feel hesitant, or nervous, at the thought of venturing into any of the house’s unexplainable rooms, instead she found herself a little excited, too.

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aurormolina‌:

“That does sound nice,” they chuckle at the thought of Beth snuggling up to a large fluffy feline. The chuckle quickly fades though when Beth brings up the mention of company, clearly implying the company in question would be them. Mouth hanging slightly open for a moment, they look at her nervously before nodding their head, hoping their words would soon find them. 

“Um, yeah. Yeah, if you’d like me to go with you, that’d be great,” they beam, hoping this wasn’t some dream they’d found themself in, and they wouldn’t be waking up in a puddle of their own drool at their desk at any moment. 

“I do have to warn you though, your cat probably won’t like me”, they add. “Most don’t because of the whole- well you know.” ‘Won’t like’ was probably a vast understatement of how cats reacted around them, and they had the battle scars to prove it. They weren’t going to let something as silly as Beth’s cat stop them from going with her though, if it came down to it they did have a long sleeved jacket in their bag should her cat be a scratcher. 

She smiles at them, when they accept the half-extended offer, glad that at least one of the two of them is socially inclined enough to smoothe over the potential awkwardness of the exchange. Asking a colleague to hang out outside of work isn’t something she has much experience with, even before now.

     “If it helps, she doesn’t like anyone,” she offers -- which isn’t much of a consolation, really, but at least this way Jo won’t take it personally when Sappho slinks off to hide on top of a bookshelf or somewhere out of the way as soon as they walk into the apartment. “She’d been abandoned by three or four different families by the time I adopted her, wouldn’t tolerate anyone. She’s a grumpy old lady, but somehow she manages to tolerate me.”

She hasn’t, prior to this, given much thought to how Jo’s lycanthropy might affect other aspects of their life, other than during full moons. She knows that parts of it are pretty useful for an auror, but it never would have occurred to her that cats wouldn’t like them. 

     “Your family owns Molina’s, right? Does that make it tough, with some of the animals there?”

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wintersyaoranmonroe‌:

And there it was, the split second of widened eyes that told him she knew she’d slipped up. Of course, it was hard to say whether it was a mistake in that she simply thought it might be a murder, but there was something there in her eyes for a split second that made him think that she knew it wasn’t just an accident. She could go on about how stupid that was all she wanted, but even the no-maj police had agreed that no one could’ve done what had happened to the poor boy on their own, to the point where the best explanation they could come up with was freak accident. This girl seemed sharp enough to have found something out that no one else knew, after all.

It was a fair point, that their cover wouldn’t make sense to be here unless there was a reason, that it had to be something besides just a freak accident, and again Winter wished they had been given a cover that was maybe a little less on the nose, although it was working to get people to talk, at least. Beth’s question held a key insinuation, one that he hoped might get her to give something else up, but he also wasn’t sure that Mary-Lynn was quite at the point with them that she would be one to break, at least not yet.

Hell, he wasn’t sure she would at all. That one moment of recognition might’ve been the best thing they’d get from her, given how stubborn she seemed. But there was another slip up there, one that was maybe even more telling, and worrying.

“You’d be surprised, kid. Most people who are actually popular don’t have to go around telling random ‘creeps’ that they’re popular, but that’s just from experience,” he shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “Listen, you’re smart enough to know what we’re getting at, obviously. We’ve been around before, we’ve seen things like this; these sort of ‘accidents’ aren’t caused by random sick freaks. They’re usually done by someone who knows the victim already. Or in this case, victims. You did say serial killer, didn’t you? So you think the other missing kids are dead, too?”

     “If they’re not, they will be, right? At least that’s what the cops seemed to think. That’s why they thought it was me -- because they thought I had some bullshit reason to have a vendetta against all of them.”

She shrugged, now, but the anger was gone from her voice, the stubborn energy giving way to something else. She sounded tired of going over it again and again and-- for a second, Beth felt bad. Whether or not they’d broken up, it sounded like Mary-Lynn and  Trip had been together for a long time. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like, to have something like that happen to someone who had meant a lot to you, even if you’d grown apart. 

     “Either way, like I said, I told the cops everything I know. I don’t know what you guys want from me, but you’ll probably be better off getting it from someone else who knew him.”

     “Right,” she answered, before Winter could question Mary-Lynn again. “We’ll do that. Do you know where we might be able to find his sister? Karly Lee?”

Just that quick, there was something alive in Mary-Lynn’s eyes again, something bright and panicked -- something strangely suspicious, though Beth couldn’t be sure what exactly it indicated.

     “Leave Karly Lee out of this,” Mary-Lynn snapped, her voice coming out fast, the words almost jumbled. “She’s been through enough. Her brother’s dead, the last thing she needs is shitty crime writers like you bringing it all up again.”

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aurormolina‌:

“Well, that’s good,” Jo smiles faintly as they look in her direction, but they can tell for her it wasn’t all that ‘good’ in the end. If this was six months ago, back when they thought closing a case always was something to celebrate, they probably would have been confused by her solemn response. After solving a few cases of their own though, where an en ending was far from a happy one, they knew exactly what she meant. 

As they near the end of the block, they hesitate, their gaze looking out towards the entrance of McGilliguddy and back towards Beth. They didn’t want to leave her alone like this, remembering all too well how lousy they felt when their cases ended sour, even though they were sure their’s paled in comparison to the nightmare that had to be the Henshawe case. But just because they didn’t want to leave her alone, didn’t mean they knew how to ask her if she wanted to be. Her next comment gives them a chance to though- that was if they could figure out how to word the question without quite exactly verbalizing it. 

“And uh, what do you think you want to do?” they ask, and start to chew on their bottom lip as they look back towards her, “Tonight I mean.” They’re not quite sure if she caught on to what they were really asking her, which in this case was if she wanted them involved in any of her plans for that night, but they figured they’d get their answer regardless if she did or not. 

She sees Jo hesitate, at the end of the block, can tell from their body language that this is their turn, that their home lies somewhere in that direction, that this is the place where they should part ways and each go in different directions to get to what each considered home. And she can tell, from their body language, that they aren’t sure whether or not to do that, just now. 

She doesn’t, either. Not really. It’s a startling kind of realization, for someone who has always preferred the privacy of solitude, from someone who had made a solemn promise not to get too close to any of her new colleagues. But it was looking less and less like she’d get her department back any time soon. More and more like the almost-friendships she’d been trying to ignore -- Jo, and Winter, and after this week maybe even Daniel -- were going to be the only port she had in this storm.

     “I don’t really know,” she says, but what she does know is that if it had been anyone else asking, that wouldn’t have been her answer. There’s something about Jo -- their honesty, their bluntness -- that makes her feel like she wants to be honest, even if the honest answer is that she has no idea what she’s doing. “I hadn’t gotten much farther in my plan than go home and, like, bury my face in my cat’s stomach for a while until she decides she’s sick of me.”

It seems like a grim picture, as she says it out loud. Like she’s given up on ever having anyone else matter to her. 

     “I--” she starts, and then hesitates, working herself up to it. “I could use a little company, honestly.”

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wintersyaoranmonroe‌:

He was taken aback by her reaction, but it only seemed to confirm the suspicion they had gotten from Jessica that maybe she wasn’t the one they were searching for. Or, maybe more accurately, if she was the person who had done all of this, it wasn’t in the way they had initially thought, not some sort of burst of uncontrollable magic. No, she was angry and aware, he doubted that she was hiding something like that, because someone certainly would’ve found out about it before now and helped her use it properly if this was how she acted with the theoretical magic, too.

Either way, instinct said that she wasn’t who they were looking for, thanks to Jessica’s insight and now seeing her in person, but that only made it all the more puzzling, to think it wasn’t her.

It wasn’t funny, really, what she was saying, it was accurate–the cover for what they were doing was pretty fucked up, and now he couldn’t help but silently curse Snow for choosing something so completely screwed. But even if it wasn’t funny, her bluntness actually made him smile, a little, reminding him a bit of himself when he had been her age, bold and confident, not afraid of honesty, even if it made other people uncomfortable.

And that meant that it wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world to get anything helpful from her, if how she was reacting so far was any indication. It was fair, of course, given the circumstances, but he was hoping for more of a Jessica again. Things were never so simple, though.

“Harass is a strong word, at least to me, but I see your point. I’m sorry if we’re overstepping. One thing, though…you said murdered. So you think it wasn’t a freak accident, like it was ruled by police? You think maybe someone did this to Trip? Maybe the same person responsible for the other disappearances,” he prompted carefully, hoping that he wasn’t being too straightforward. She seemed like the sort of person, though, who would rather that than dancing around everything, and it was interesting that that had been her word choice.

There was a split second in which the look in Mary-Lynn’s eyes seemed to scream that she knew she’d made a mistake -- not a long one, in fact short enough that Beth almost thought she’d imagined it, that it was wishful thinking that Winter had stumbled across something important. She seemed to recover quickly enough that Beth could have been imagining it, and yet she was fairly certain she hadn’t -- Winter, she thought, saw it too. 

     “I think freak accident is a stupid fucking excuse for what happened to him. I told the cops as much. It’s not like there’s a fuckin’ boogeyman in the woods making high schoolers disappear. It’s some sick freak, a serial killer or something. Anyway, if it were a freak accident, you two creeps wouldn’t be here. That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? Freak accidents don’t sell books: murders do.” 

     “You think it was just some serial killer, randomly picking off kids in your class? All of whom you happen to know?” If she hadn’t been keeping a straight face, Beth would have grimaced a little at the way the question came out -- she didn’t have quite the hang of interrogation that Winter did, she was beginning to realize: she’d never had too much use for that particular skillset, in her work prior to this. She’d have to ask for some pointers, if she was going to be sticking around the squad for much longer, as Winter had a real skill for it. 

     “Yeah, I know all of them. I know a lot of people. I know most of the seniors because, and I’m sure you two wouldn’t know anything about this, but I’m popular.”

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jerusalemblanchard‌:

They frowned at her answer, but nodded. So whatever was happening was locational, and confined to the inside of the house. That seemed like a good sign, even if it didn’t explain everything. At least this way, they knew that it wasn’t spreading its influence, or out of control in that way as well. 

Following her into the house, they took in everything they could as she explained the strange occurrences that had happened so far that both she and Jamie had experienced. The problem was that none of it seemed to make sense, the more they heard the more confused they were about all of it. Rooms that didn’t exist, doors appearing out of nowhere, places that didn’t seem to be able to fit into the house at all where other things should’ve been. Nothing made sense. 

As she was explaining, Salem reached out to her mind gently, just to make certain she was giving them everything. That was another problem, because everything she said seemed to be exactly what she remembered, nothing tampered with, no lies in sight, just the same confusion that they were feeling as she showed them through the house.

What they wanted to do, though, was pull out their wand and see if they could find any traces of magic, or anything of that sort in the places she had pointed out. For now, though, that wasn’t an option. When she was finished showing them around, they came back down to the living room, and Salem let out a little sigh, despite themself, feeling utterly lost on what could’ve been happening, and not even having seen any of it themself.

“Have you been in contact with the previous owners? Or had you heard of any strange rumors about the house before you moved in?” they asked with a frown. If it had only just started, that had to mean something, but if it had been going on before then, maybe it was something the other owners had done.

     “Not really, no,” she answered, shrugging and frowning. “From what the realtor told us, he was an old hermit, lived alone, very little contact with the rest of the town. People thought the house was abandoned, for a while, until he died and his children sold off the estate. It was up on the market for a little over a year before we moved to town for my work, the realtor was taking care of the entire thing. We tried to contact them, when things started getting strange, but never got a reply.”

Beth continued to look around the room, as Hazel spoke, trying to hide the fact that she was thinking as she worked through all of the information that Hazel had given them -- especially the last bit, about the previous owner. That had been one of Salem’s theories, earlier, hadn’t it? That it had been owned by wix previously, who had done something that had caused this, some spell gone wrong?

Just then, the phone in the next room rang, the bell shrill enough that Beth jumped, a little, startled by the sudden noise breaking through the tense atmosphere that had started to build between them all.

     “Oh-- I should get that. You two feel free to take a look around, I’ll be back in just a minute.”

Beth nodded, giving her a tight smile, and watched after her as she walked away, into the kitchen where the phone was, a few rooms over from where they’d ended their tour. Finally, maybe, they’d have at least a quick chance to talk frankly without worrying about their cover while she was out of the room.

     “Old man, no contact with the town... I’d be willing to bet he was a wizard, and that whatever he was doing locked up in here is why this is happening,” she said, turning to Salem as soon as she could tell Hazel was out of earshot. 

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daniellobo‌:

holymosesgraves‌:

Once they’re given a direction, a directive, Moses feels better. Sky. Find them, protect them. Maybe easier said than done, but a simple enough mission statement. Another child… The Ricamora twins flash before Moses’s eyes and her resolve thickens. She won’t let even more children get wrapped up in this fight between old men and high seats. Too often, she knew, the higher families of the wixen world paid no mind to the actual people of their community. Moses wouldn’t let that be the case in this situation.

She’s more than ready to go at Danny’s prompting look. Hattori may have only good intentions and she doesn’t want to see him dead, of course, but, well… Their plan was still government espionage. If it went through, Moses could only foresee even more turmoil. Real riots and exposure and, a sick pit in her stomach, more death.

But, Beth stops them on their heels. Moses turns a little, curious what their colleague is curious about. She knew of Beth’s department, that she had come to this squad after it had been shut down. But she wouldn’t have put two and two together. It did make sense, though… Once more, her mind flashed to Dawn and Aurora, their hidden bloodline. So much trouble… She brings a hand to her forehead, rubbing at her temples. She wasn’t built for this sort of deceit. 

Daniel’s nearly ready to get up and bid Hattori farewell- at least for now anyway, but then Beth speaks up, bringing up a question he hadn’t seen coming, and looking at Hattori neither did he. It’s certainly a legitimate one though, the department seemed busy and highly needed enough to warrant its place in MACUSA. He could name several others in its place that much more deserved a place on the chopping block than Ramsey’s. But the question was why? 

Hattori reflects on Ramsey’s question for a moment before nodding his head. “I believe so, yes, although I can’t say for certain. The method that was taken to remove the department leads me to think it is them. I hadn’t heard any rumblings of the department being cut until the days leading up to the decision. As far as I had known, everyone seemed to be in favor of having a department such as your’s, but then suddenly the script changed. Taheri’s office had to have signed off on the action though. Other than that, I’m afraid I don’t know anything else in regards to your department. If you want answers I’d recommend following the trail of who or what absorbed the funds left available after it was shut down.” 

With that question addressed, Hattori pulls a small brass pocketwatch from his jacket, letting out a tired sigh as he looks down at the small clockface.. “I’m afraid I have an appointment I need to head to, but if any of you should need to reach me, just go through Snow, and we can arrange another meeting. Due to everything that’s happened I have a reason not to trust any messages sent through owl, so I’m only taking meetings in person for now.” 

Having no further questions for his former chief, Daniel stands just as Hattori does, and extends out his hand for the other man to shake. “I know this was a lot to take in, but I am glad you are the one here to help take on this burden,” the man smiles as he holds onto Daniel’s hand for a moment, before looking to the other two aurors, “and that goes for you two as well. I understand this task seems an impossible one, but I honestly do believe that with all of us, we will be able to overcome these hard times. We will need all the help we can get though, so if there are any other aurors you feel you can trust with this information, please share it. The more people we have in our corner, the better our chances are.” 

She takes in his answer with a nod, trying not to think too hard on it -- she’ll need to follow that trial, just like he said, she knows she will, but she also knows that the other people on the list of witnesses and suspects Snow gave them might be in direct danger, now, as might they. There are things that need to be done, first, before she can re-focus her energies on getting back what she’s lost. And if Taheri is in on any of this, even tangentially, well... She’d never liked the current President to begin with, but they’ll need to do everything they can to ensure she isn’t in office anymore, after this election, to keep enabling these people. 

It feels just as important as making sure McDonough doesn’t win the primaries. 

She follows Lobo and Graves out, when Hattori dismisses them, stunned a little, dazed by all the information. She knows it will take a few minutes for all of it to finally sink in. And when they get to the portkey at the front of the house, set up to take them safely back to a remote point near the office undetected, she stops before reaching for it. 

     “We should talk somewhere other than MACUSA,” she says, decisively, even though she doesn’t feel decisive about anything. “We need to have this conversation without worrying about being overheard. Someone’s apartment, or something...”

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wintersyaoranmonroe‌:

He hummed along with her assessment. As it was, though, it seemed like they could at least cross her off the list, which wasn’t the most helpful thing, but she had given them a better understanding of the state the kids were all in, how they had felt about each other, and every little detail was going to help when it came to a case like this one. There still seemed to be a glaring hole in Jessica’s whole story, the sort of thing that a teenagers most certainly wasn’t going to discuss with two strangers, especially ones supposedly working on a book, but knowing that there was something missing was more helpful that being utterly in the dark, after all.

“Agreed. She’ll give us a clearer picture, one way or another,” Winter nodded. He looked around, partially hoping she might be right there, at a locker just down the hallway, but there was no such luck. One of the bad things about starting at the end of the school day was just how quickly everyone cleared out for the afternoon, eager to get to their clubs and practices, or pretty much anywhere, but school. 

There was the instinct, though, to head back towards the field, and the spot they had found the traces of magic in the first place. And instinct proved to be helpful, as he caught a glimpse of a flip of short hair rounding the corner, heading away from the field, towards the parking lot.

“Mary-Lynn?” Winter said, tentatively, voice soft. Knowing that she very well could’ve been the one who possessed such dark magical abilities made him more cautious than usual. Taking her by surprise wasn’t going to help anyone.

When she snapped around, staring at them both with a frown, for a second it felt like maybe the answer was right there.

“I’ve already told the police everything I know, and I’m late for a study date,” she cut him off before he could get another word out, the excuse well practiced, as if she knew they were coming. She looked between the two of them expectantly, as if challenging either of them to push.

He paused for a second before going on, undeterred. “We’re actually not with the police. We’re writing a book about what’s been going on, and we were–”

“You’re writing a book about a murder, and you came to a high school to ask about it. Bet you two are fun at parties.”

Fifteen minutes ago, Beth wouldn’t have been surprised to find Mary-Lynn sitting in exactly the spot where she’d seen the powerful magical residue on the bleachers earlier, but now that they’d talked to Jessica, well... it was something that had fit with her earlier theory, of Mary-Lynn, heartbroken over the break up, losing control of some repressed magical force and accidentally letting loose on the boy who had broken her heart, and the school newspaper editor, and the... well, the list went on. It had been a neat theory, wrapped up in a little bow, but now, face to face with the girl herself, Beth knew, deep in her gut, that it had been completely wrong. 

Mary-Lynn wasn’t what she’d expected. There was a certain look no-maj born wix hiding their magical abilities got, subtle but always there. Hollow-eyed, tired looking. It took all the fight out of them, trying to hide. She saw that look in Salem, sometimes, even now, even this many years after it all. She saw that look in the mirror, when she was a kid. She saw it just about every day, before her department had been shut down. But Mary-Lynn didn’t have it. She had a bright sort of energy, harsh and angry but an energy nonetheless, and a confident one. If she had any magic to her, she was using it, and without remorse or fear. Not by accident, that much was certain. 

But Beth didn’t think she was. Didn’t think she had. Which left them with the question of who had left that magic on the bleachers, right where Mary-Lynn was sitting now. 

     “Well,” she said, “what else would you suggest we do? If we wanted an inside perspective, to get into the minds of the people involved.”

     “I don’t know, maybe don’t harass the kids who are traumatized because someone they care about was horribly murdered?”

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jerusalemblanchard‌:

Because of their childhood, they weren’t all that familiar with exactly what paranormal investigators were supposed to do. Their father hadn’t been exactly fine with anything that could’ve been considered godless, and they’d been told from early on that the supernatural was just as frowned upon as their own abilities, which he must’ve thought were supernatural, too, considering what he did to try to stamp them out. All in all, they were working off of what they had heard, and what they could guess to accurately portray this cover. The only consolation was that they at least knew how to play a no-maj well enough.

As Beth shook her hand, the woman offered them both a nod. “No problem at all. I’m only sorry Jamie’s not here to show you around; they’re much more interested in the paranormal explanations. But I can at least give you a walk-through,” she explained.

They remembered reading that she believed there had to be a scientific explanation for this, and in a way that just made them glad that she was the one who had walked out of the house, and not her spouse. Talking about hauntings and ghosts with no-majs who believed felt a little too out of their realm. In a way, they believed the same thing, after all, even if she wasn’t aware of the magical explanations.

Logic was comforting to them, after all, and when facing something so unexplainable, every little bit helped, in their mind. Either way, though, they weren’t exactly looking forward to heading inside the house that had caused the disappearance of an auror already.

“Have there been any signs of unexplainable activity outside of the house, or have you all found it’s just inside so far?”

     “None,” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest after a moment of considering the question. “Not that we’ve been paying all that much attention to the outside of the house, not when so much is happening inside. But now that you mention it... other than one of the last investigators who disappeared reappearing in the backyard, everything’s been inside. Here-- let me show you.”

She turned back towards the house, motioning for them to follow her, and then led them inside, and the first thing Beth noticed was that... at least, at first glance, the inside of the house looked just as normal as the outside. Hazel spoke, while she walked, leading them through the foyer and winding through the hallways of the main floor, indicating certain rooms or closets or expanses of wall as she went by them.

     “This is where we first noticed something was strange. Through the doorway into the dining room, which we rarely use, we would occasionally see what looked like a different room, a large sitting room-type area with another doorway into another room beyond it, but the second we would try to take a closer look, it would be back to being a dining room. And over here, on this wall, sometimes I’ve seen a closet door appear, when I’m on the other side of the room, even though this wall backs up against the back yard. One time, Jamie says they opened it and there was a full walk in closer there, completely empty, but with dimensions large enough that they should have been looking straight into the vegetable garden behind it.”

She continued like that for a few minutes, pointing out several more strange but similar occurrences, and Beth took careful note of each one in her notepad, trying to put together enough of a picture that she could think of something useful to answer. But each one just seemed to reinforce and somehow complicate the last, each one stranger and more extreme than the last.

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holymosesgraves‌:

Moses was a little surprised when the NoMaj immediately identified them as aurors. It seemed that their victim had shared a lot more than she was supposed to with him… But she logged away the fact that “Millie” had thought aurors would be coming by before she was killed. That made it seem like there was something more to all this – unless the man was lying, of course.

Beth latched onto that fact as well, asking him about it and Moses trained hald her attention on the man and half of it on their surroundings. There was a sense in the pit of her stomach that made her stay alert. Something was odd about this one. She couldn’t help the frustrated sigh when he revealed that Abby had the note. And of course she hadn’t logged that in or anything helpful.

“She never said why she was worried?” Moses prompted, stepping up. “Why she thought someone might be following her?” Maybe it wasn’t the NoMaj at all. Maybe Millicent herself had gotten into something bad.

Benjamin shook his head. He tried to speak but a ragged gasp cut him off and he reached up to cover his eyes. “I didn’t…” After a minute, a steadying breath, he looked up. His eyes were red, but dry. “I tried to ask her but she was so scared… She kept saying it was high up. Something about… About the government? There was a name she used, but I don’t remember…”

“MACUSA?” Moses supplied, that sinking feeling in her stomach opening to a chasm.

Benjamin just nodded miserably. “Yeah, that was it.”

Moses shared a glance with Beth, worry written clear over her face. Maybe it was just the paranoid ramblings of an unstable witch but… Well, Millicent had ended up killed. And Abby was missing…

“You never noticed anything though, Mr. Hammoud?” she asked. Her mind was racing a head, hoping she could get a moment to cast a detection spell on the apartment. “No one following Millie? Or even yourself?”

The man looked up suddenly, concerned. “No, I– I didn’t. Should I be worried? About that?”

Moses frowned in thought. He had survived this long… “I don’t think so, no. But we’ll be in touch, in case something should come up.” Her worry was growing and she wanted to get out of the apartment and onto the next thing. If this involved something within MACUSA, the sooner it was wrapped up the better. And the sooner they could find Abby…

     “Thank you for your time, Mr. Hammoud,” she said, once it was clear they weren’t going to get much more out of this -- she needed to talk to Graves, without being overheard, because she was starting to understand why Potter might not have been willing to report back to MACUSa before she went missing. “We’ll be in touch, if there’s anything else.”

The man looked a little at loose ends, but unfortunately there wasn’t much they could do for him. If Millicent was dead and he was still alive, there didn’t seem to be any reason for anyone in MACUSA to come back for him. And from the case file, it didn’t seem like anybody knew that he knew too much... They had to prioritize here, and quickly, before whatever had happened to Abigail happened to them to, and so she slipped out of the apartment, waiting for Moses to follow and close the door to go on.

     “I’m starting to think we should maybe take a page from Abigail’s book and not record everything we find in our telekits,” she said, trying to make it sound more decisive than she felt. It didn’t make sense -- that someone high up in MACUSA would have had any reason to do this -- and it felt an awful lot like paranoid thinking. But ever since her department had been shut down, she had started to treat the government with a little less unquestioned trust than she once had. 

Without knowing what that note said, it’d be almost impossible to know just what Abby had been thinking: was it the contents of the note that had led her to Texas? Or had the note led her into some other trouble that she needed to run away and lie low from? It felt a lot like they hadn’t made any progress at all.

     “You should send a message to Callista, though,” she said -- she didn’t know the other auror well, hadn’t worked with him yet or had much reason to get to know him, but if Moses trusted him, she still believed it was better to have someone know what they’d found than to end up as two more disappeared aurors without any leads.

[bethlehemramsey]

aurormolina‌:

“Really?” they smile, perhaps a bit too widely at first, given the sensitivity of the moment. Reminding themself this was far from the time to fall into their usual giddy self around the other auror, they shake their head, before trying out their reply once again. “I mean, yeah, I think so too.” Stepping out of the elevator they stay close to her side as they cut through the crowded main lobby of headquarters before exiting out into the just as busy New York streets. 

When they feel they are out of the prying ears of those who they knew and worked beside they speak up again, “So then are you all wrapped up with the Henshawe case? You don’t have to like tell me anything about it,” they add, realizing the question could be mistaken for them fishing for information about the case rather than just her,  “I just didn’t know if you’re still dealing with it, or finally have the chance to decompress after all that.“ 

Turning the corner, Jo’s usual turn towards McGilliguddy is only a couple blocks ahead, but they make no mention of it. Not yet anyway.  

The path home is a familiar, well-beaten path, and her feet follow it automatically, without any thought, through the city. When she first started, she used to apparate home, the walk a little longer than she liked and her hours so limited, when she was so desperate to pack as much as she could into each day. But lately she’s found the walk a relief, a calm time to clear her mind. She thinks maybe she should mention, to Jo, that it’s not as if she lives just around the corner, but they’re talking, again, asking questions, and it feels more important to answer those than to explain.

     “It’s as wrapped up as it’ll ever be,” she says, not bothering to hide the edge of disappointment lingering behind the words. How could you ever solve a case that had no discernible answer? How could you ever feel like you’d completed something when you knew that the reality was being obscured at every turn, that the real answer had been hidden from you and anyone else who bothered to look, so thoroughly that no one would even believe you if you told them?

She wished this weekend was really going to be a chance to get away from it all, to stop thinking about it, but she doubted that would be the case. She wasn’t really sure she’d ever stop seeing Simon’s face in her dreams, or shake the paranoid feeling that she couldn’t trust anyone in MACUSA anymore, that she might end up like Abigail Potter. Or worse. 

     “So I guess that means I can decompress. At least, technically it does. Paperwork’s in and all of that. Whether or not I will decompress is another question, though I’m damn sure going to try tonight.”

[bethlehemramsey]

daniellobo‌:

holymosesgraves‌:

Moses feels her stomach drop sickly at the mention of Simon. He had been under Imperio. She wondered as much, especially after learning the wix’s history and the last of criminality in it. He was just a child really and they had used him for some shadow plan to take over the government… And yes, Moses was a supporter of the Rappaport law, thought both NoMajs and wixen were better off without any interaction. But this is something else entirely. And if wixen were going to do this sort of thing to each other…

She doesn’t want Rappoport abolished. And she doesn’t quite agree with Hattori’s underhanded plot, but a secret sect of the government working to control things isn’t something she’s in favor of either. Especially not when– Flashes of green. Henshawe’s slack mouth. Simon must have a family, a mother and father… And she and Beth had them in their sights, or close to, when it came to Abigail Potter and that case. 

She feels herself go a little weak and takes a tighter hold on Danny’s chair to keep herself steady. She wants Cal and his steady chest. She wants her Uncle Percy and his deft mind. She wants her mother. But no, she’s an auror. This is her job, what she trained for. She might be more explosions and wand duels than espionage and underground movements, but dammit if she’s going to let this slip by.

He doesn’t say anything at first, his mind still reeling from everything Hattori had said. He’d always thought something felt off about all of this, from the way Hattori suddenly appeared out of no where to enter the race, to his vary alleged involvement in the Rappaport Party. There is still something about all of it though that leaves a sour taste in his mouth though, Hattori’s reason for running was to help take down a group that manipulated things to their favor from the shadows. Yet that is exactly what he claims to be doing himself. 

Beth’s question pulls him out of his own thoughts as he looks up to hear Hattori’s response. 

“I will be the first to admit we made some mistakes in how we approached this, we’d hoped we could shield you all from it, to take on the burden ourselves, to allow you all to carry on with your own duties. We’d thought it’d be enough, but clearly we had underestimated them,” leaning up he folds his arm over the patio table between them, looking at each auror for a moment before speaking again, “The only thing I can ask of you is to continue what you’re already doing, to stop violence before it spreads, and prevent another innocent life from being taken. I have no knowledge of Sky’s whereabouts, but they are in danger should they fall into the wrong hands.” 

He pauses for a moment before he speaks again, his gaze flickering over to his home behind them. Daniel doesn’t think it’s the house itself he’s thinking of though, but rather the witch within it, and it’s then when he begins to realize the full gravity of this meeting. Whatever plan Hattori and the other higher-ups had concocted wasn’t going to be one the older wizard was planning to come back from. When he looks back at them, there is a sadness to his gaze, one much deeper than that he showed when they mentioned Henshawe. “As for my part, I will continue the current path I’m on now for as long as I’m able to. Whoever this is has gotten bolder, the Gala is evidence of that. They will be even more so when it comes to disposing of me, which will make them easier to track. Underestimating our enemy wasn’t our only mistake, it was underestimating you all. You are the future of this department, and it is only with all of us working together will we be able to save it and this community.” 

So then, Daniel thinks to himself, this meeting wasn’t just one to ask them for their help, it was to warn them of the battle ahead. One where they may have to fight without several of their generals. 

Having nothing else to ask of Hattori, Daniel looks back at his two partners, looking to see if they had anything else to ask of the former chief, before they began their search for Sky.

There are a hundred things she should ask: why he’d trusted them with this information, what he expected them to be able to do to save Sky while they were up against some nameless, faceless, seemingly omnipotent group of people desperate enough to use measures like these. Even how he could expect them to trust him, when they’d been lied to again and again, how they were meant to believe he was telling them the truth.

Instead, there’s something else on her mind.

Something selfish, maybe; a lingering through she can’t shake, a concern that she knows won’t matter to anyone else sitting here -- especially to Lobo and Graves. She may trust Lobo, somewhat, or at least know that he feels the same way she does about some important things, but even their sojourn to DC hasn’t allowed her to shake her initial reservations about Moses Graves. And she knows her priorities are far different than either of theirs.

But she’s spent the past month and a half in this department for one reason, everything she’s done towards one solitary goal. And she needs to know whether or not the entire effort’s been for nothing.

     “Sir,” she says, because she can’t stop thinking of the question, and knows she won’t really be able to focus on the case until she knows for sure -- it’s a sneaking suspicion, but the kind she feels deep in the pit of her stomach, an uncomfortable and hollow ache. “This... group of people. Do they have anything to do with why my-- why the Department for the Protection of No-Maj Born Wix was shut down?”

[bethlehemramsey]

jerusalemblanchard‌:

            an hour later, outside the house in new haven

To go from brainstorming ideas of time and space paradoxes in the safety of the office, to standing outside of the cause of such paradoxes, paradoxes that had led to the disappearances and injuries of other aurors, in the span of an hour was a little jarring. In a way, though, it was a comfort to be standing outside of the house next to Beth, and not someone else. Even if they were still in the process of learning how to have family around, how to be a good sibling, there was something that felt inherently safe about being next to her, knowing she understood them, and maybe that they could understand her, too, in a way others couldn’t.

Still, though, heading into the house was a less than appealing thought, to say the least, and looking up at it, they couldn’t tell if the bad vibes they got from it were because they knew what had happened inside, or if they were genuine feelings from the house. Either way, the research they had managed to do in the hour before apparating here hadn’t yielded any more information than what they had brainstormed together. Beth had been right about needing to be here to start to figure out the mystery; they only hoped they’d be able to come up with something before they fell victim to any of the strange happenings.

“Well, it doesn’t feel welcoming, that’s for sure,” Salem said with a nervous laugh, looking over at Beth. “Nothing that I could find in past cases was helpful; there’s nothing like this that’s been documented before. A few instances of problems with time turners, or floo powder, but nothing that seemed tied directly to one place. Like this one.”

The house felt... wrong, that much was clear just from standing outside of it. It looked perfectly normal, a colonial style house with blue-gray siding and white shutters, two stories with a widow’s walk, and yet somehow the normalcy of it made it all the more unsettling. She’d expected something dramatic and Victorian, or maybe a sprawling and dilapidated mansion, but this was just... a house. A house with a terrible secret, whatever it was. 

She was about to open her mouth to reply to Salem when the front door opened, and a woman about her age stepped out -- one of the owners, she knew, from the case file, and from the phone call she’d placed to them under the guise of being paranormal investigators hoping to inspect the house. Hazel Shade, that was her name. 

     “You must be the paranormal investigators,” Hazel said, stepping off the porch and watching towards them. “Ramsey and Blanchard? Jamie mentioned you called -- they’re off at work, right now, but they said you’d be stopping by so I stayed home so I can show you the house.”

     “Yes, that’s right,” she said, moving forward to shake the woman’s hand. “Thank you so much for making time for us.”

[bethlehemramsey]

aurormolina‌:

They still for a moment as she speaks, feeling it important to as they look over to her. Their gut was telling them she hadn’t really talked to anyone else yet about what’d she’d been going through in the last week, they could probably spend the rest of the night wondering why she’d chosen them to open up to, but that didn’t quite feel as important now, not when she so clearly needed their full attention. 

Unsure what to say at first, they pick up their hand where it had been resting against the bar that curved around the elevator, and placed it over top her’s where it sat. They didn’t know what it was like to have someone die like that infront of them- like the way Simon did, or Henshawe for that matter. But they did know about grief, and the gripping way the guilt of such a violent death could take hold of you if you let it. 

“I’m sorry,” they finally reply, their usually loud and boisterous tone reduced to that of barely above a whisper, “I’m glad you’re the one out there trying to make it right though.” They nod, and go to speak again, before they’re interrupted by the loud ding of the elevator as it opens up to the headquarter’s bustling ground floor. In any other circumstance, this would have been the time when they bid their goodbyes, and wished her a nice weekend before going off to start their’s. Instead though, they remain frozen in the elevator, not quite wanting to leave it or her in turn. They’re going to need to leave the former some time, the elevator ding’s already increasing as it waits for its occupants to leave it, but maybe leaving the elevator didn’t have to mean leaving her.

“Um, do you want to walk home together?” they ask, despite the fact they had no clue if her home was even in remotely the same direction as their’s. “I don’t mind.” 

Jo’s hand on hers nearly makes her jump, at first, unexpected, and she’s already a little jumpy from a week of little sleep, her nerves frayed by exhaustion and by the paranoia instilled by Hattori’s admission, by the realization that there were people working within MACUSA who were desperate enough to fulfill their agendas that they were willing to kill innocent people for it... but she lets out a slow, shaky breath and calms, as Jo starts to speak, easing back into the conversation, into the contact. She stalls, as the elevator doors open, like she’s forgotten where she’s supposed to be going, but again Jo’s voice pulls her back to the present, grounds her in a way that makes it easier to take a few steps out into the lobby.

She’s not usually the kind of person who finds peace in other people. She’s not usually the type to seek out company, when she’s upset, or stressed out. For most of her life, she’s preferred being alone. But just now, the idea of not having to walk home alone sounds.... nice. Of maybe having someone to talk to about all of the crazy stuff she’s been dealing with -- or even someone to distract her from it...

     “That would be... really nice, actually.”

[bethlehemramsey]

wintersyaoranmonroe‌:

Her answer threw a bit of a wrench in the fairly clear picture that they had from the case file. It had seemed pretty clear that Mary-Lynn was the one they should’ve been looking at, given her negative connections with all of the missing, as well as the recent breakup with Trip, but now it sounded more like it had been her idea to breakup in the first place. It certainly didn’t sound like the kind of breakup that would produce accidental dark magic. It was curious, though, that she had told Jessica that she deserved better, and he made a note of that wording, thinking it might help shed some light on everything that was only becoming more complicated.

The intricate workings of teenage relationships. It felt a whole lot like it would’ve been easier to wrap his head around all of it and guess what was going on with this web if he had been about fifteen years younger. Either way, though, it was clear she was done talking about all of it, and so he offered her a smile and a nod.

“Of course. Thanks for answering our questions, it’s a big help. Go catch your ride,” he said. She looked back and forth between the two of them, like she was waiting for one of them to take that back and ask more, before nodding, and hightailing it out of there, down the hallway.

Winter let out a sigh, and turned back to Beth. “Teenage love triangles, gotta love ‘em. Doesn’t sound like Mary-Lynn cares it’s over quite as much as it sounded like in the file. But it sounds like Trip might’ve had other admirers, too,” he reasoned, jotting a few notes down in his moleskin as he spoke.

     “If Mary-Lynn was the one that had gone missing, I’d say we have a suspect right here. But it doesn’t sound like Jessica would’ve wanted Trip to get hurt.”

It did, however, seem like Jessica was upset about something, and Beth had a feeling it was something more than just the fact that the boy she had an unrequited crush on had been murdered. There was a missing piece to Jessica’s story, one they hadn’t teased out yet, but she doubted they were going to get anything more out of her, especially without a real reason to detain her that wouldn’t get them into trouble with the no-maj obliviation department. 

And anyway, Beth could tell she wasn’t guilty: she didn’t have the look that repressed magical abilities gave someone. The haunted, exhausted kind of look that came with an unconscious effort to repress something natural, something more powerful than you. Jessica just seemed like a shy kid with a hopeless crush. 

     “We should still find Mary-Lynn, though; she could always be hiding her feelings so she doesn’t look guilty. And even if she isn’t, she might give us a better idea of who might have wanted to hurt Trip, or any of the other missing kids.”

[bethlehemramsey]

daniellobo‌:

holymosesgraves‌:

When Danny comes to her with a shadow on his face, Moses immediately knows that it’s about Henshawe. About what happened and the case to follow. A part of her, a small part, wants to back out. Just pass it over to Beth and Danny, let them handle the whole thing. She would happily help out with regards to what happened that night but actually investigating… The larger part of her (what Moses hopes is the truer part) won’t allow that, though, and before she knows it, she’s taking hold of the carved eagle Portkey.

She holds herself small once at Hattori’s house. Suddenly, in a way like never before, Moses is aware of her rank and how low it is. She keeps herself behind Danny and Beth, happy to let them do the talking – if any were needed. They’re ushered through the house and then out the back, to a garden. Moses recognizes that her two partners are taking the house, the decor in, but it’s nothing Moses hasn’t seen. She doesn’t sit at the offer, choosing instead to keep herself behind Danny still, hands gripping at the back of his chair.

She tries, desperately, not to think of the young wix. Simon. His name was Simon and he had killed himself. Swallowed in a burst of green while Henshawe drained his last minutes just a few feet away… “Sir,” she says quietly, not even really meaning to, “Mr. Henshawe’s last words were about you.” Her eyes dart up and she tries to pretend that she had any control over her mouth.

He will be the first to admit he had no real game plan walking into this conversation. Given how many unknowns there still were swirling around Henshawe’s death, as well as the exact reason why Hattori saw to call them in so urgently, his plan had been to let Hattori dictate where the questions did and did not go at first. That is until he hears Moses speak out from behind him, vocalizing the very question that no doubt was on all three of their minds. 

Hattori’s reaction is almost immediate, his gaze dropping down to the coffee cup he’d been holding in his hand. “Yes, I thought he might,” he nods, before looking back up at Moses, “I can’t say for certain what he was going to say about me, but I’m fairly certain it’s about what I’ve called all three of you here for today.” 

Leaning back in the patio chair, the former chief lets out a quiet sigh before he continues. In the five years Daniel had spent in his squad he’d never quite seen him like this before. What happened to Henshawe had visibly shaken him, but there was something more lying under the surface, something he couldn’t quite pin down, even now as the man’s gaze moves down to meet his. 

“There is a group of people within MACUSA… they don’t go by any name in particular, if they did that’d only confirm their very existence. I had heard rumors about them when I first became chief, of wixes working in the shadows, manipulating certain events and elections to their favor, usually by way of imperio- like I dare say what happened to that poor young wix at the Gala- Simon. Henshawe was a victim of their manipulations- just as you nearly were Sergeant Lobo.” 

Hattori pauses then, and nods his head in the direction of Daniel’s chest, the area where the tendrils of his jinx scar fanned out towards his heart that was now beating rapidly against his ribcage. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t considered the violence that’d been inflicted upon him and his fellow aurors could have stemmed from the very institution they were trying to protect. The idea found its way into his head whenever his thoughts would grow dark enough, before he could chase them away with the bottom of a bottle. He tries to ask him why, why had this group, whoever the hell they were decided he and his partners on that case needed to be taken out, but he can’t find the words. Hattori answers him anyway, at least somewhat.

 “I don’t know much of your case, but I am certain it’s them, which is why I offered to take you into my squad when I did. I’m afraid that’s as much as I can help you on that endeavor though, this particular snake has many heads, all of them leading into different directions and departments. I can help you cut down the one that took out Henshawe, but beyond that I am just as in the dark as you are.” 

“And what of this head?” Daniel asks, his voice much shakier than its usual gruff tone. 

“This particular person has a heavy grasp on the election, I still don’t know who it is yet, but whoever they are they have been manipulating things in a way to favor McDonough. You two,” Hattori pauses to look between Beth and Moses,”have unknowingly already come across some of their handy work, in the case of our poor Miss Potter.” 

“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t understand,” Daniel cuts in, “but if this group is wanting a Rappaport candidate to win, why throw your own name into the race? Why Henshawe’s too? I don’t remember either of you having any anti-halfblood political leanings.” 

“Now, you’re thinking like an auror again.” Hattori smiles faintly as he looks over at him. “But you’re right, I didn’t, and still don’t. My purpose for running isn’t to reestablish Rappaport’s Law- but to abolish it. Crane, and some of us other high ranking aurors had come up with a plan, to have one of us run against McDonough in the hopes it’d split up the party. I was closest to retirement so I was given the job to do it. But unfortunately, the very monster we’re fighting found out our plan, and Henshawe payed the ultimate price.” 

It made more sense than it should have -- she’d been as surprised as anyone to hear that Hattori or Henshawe was a part of the Rappaport party, remembered making some comment to that effect while talking with Lobo at the gala, just before the chaos had broken out, though the memory of everything that had happened that night prior to the attack seemed fuzzy, now, and far away, like it had happened another lifetime ago. It was almost a relief, to hear that the two former aurors she’d spent so much of the last few weeks despising were, in fact, on her side after all, that the very people her colleagues looked up to weren’t bigots, but trying to do the right thing.

And it made sense, too, when Hattori brought up the Abigail Potter case: something hadn’t felt right, a confession out of the blue, the case left entirely unresolved at a crucial moment. Of course there had been interference, but she hadn’t imagined that the depths to which that went were quite what Hattori was telling them. 

Still, it didn’t sit right. It felt too clean, too easy an explanation: the good guys are the good guys, after all, and there is a mysterious and unknowable force at play, controlling people to manipulate the government. Still, she didn’t have a choice but to believe it -- especially with a case to solve, a kid dead because someone used an Unforgivable Curse to force him to kill himself. 

     “And what are we supposed to do? If you couldn’t do anything to stop them, how can we?”

[theaurorfileshq]

– Rogue Chupacabra in Puerto Rico

CASE LEVEL: Three

POINTS REQUIRED: Three-Hundred Forty

OVERVIEW:

For generations the wixen population of Puerto Rico has striven to protect and shelter their culture’s chupacabra. Similar to the werewolf, a chupacabra is a cursed individual who was once born human. Unlike the werewolf however, once a chupacabra reaches its transformed state it never returns to human form. With no cure having ever been found, the loved ones of the beasts banned together to create a sanctuary for them. Magically hidden from the eyes of no-majs, and guarded by those who’ve sworn a lifelong oath of servitude, the sanctuary has sheltered and saved thousands of chupacabra from their own violent natures. 

The sentinels of the sanctuary have very seldom sought out assistance from outside forces, and only do so under the most dire of circumstances. It was just three days ago when such a circumstance occurred. According to the letter MACUSA received, there appears to be a rogue chupacabra terrorizing a no-maj village south of San Juan. It has been a month since the first attack, and in that time five no-majs have been killed. The creature has alluded the sentinels for weeks, they’ve been able to track its movements but have failed twice to capture it, and recently lost two wixes in the process. It is after this last failed attempt when the sanctuary chose to reach out to MACUSA, asking for any assistance they can provide. 

PERSONS OF INTEREST:

Anita Reyes: The suspected chupacabra. Anita was reported missing two months ago by her father. Three days after her disappearance a pair of chupacabras were found roaming outside a farmhouse by a local wizard, the male chupacabra was caught but the female fled. It is believed Anita is this female, and the male was the one who had originally turned her. 

Hector Reyes: Anita’s father, he would go missing shortly after the first chupacabra sighting. Initially it was thought he may have been another victim, but witnesses in the area have reported seeing a cloaked figure who bears a striking resemblance to Mr. Reyes. The guards at the sanctuary now believe he may be assisting his daughter in some shape or form. 

Maria Rosales: One of the head guards at the sanctuary, she has been assigned to assist the aurors in the case. With her extensive knowledge of chupacabras and skill in tracking them, she will be a helpful asset to you. Her eldest son is a resident of the sanctuary, and as a result she has become well versed in the beast’s habits and mannerisms. Should you choose to take a lethal approach in hunting down the creature, you may find her less than cooperative. She has made it fully clear on several occasions that she is not in favor of MACUSA’s involvement. 

CHIEF’S NOTES:

Creating a refuge for a man-eating beast has got to be the most idiotic thing I have heard in my life, but here we are. I don’t care what the sanctuary says about the effects of rehabilitation, they can shove goats down these monsters’ gullets all they like, but they’re still monsters. I suggest you track and kill this thing the first chance you get. It may piss off the locals, but they’ll thank us when the no-majs stop sniffing around their hideouts. 

Stay safe out there, 

-Allen Snow

CASE STATUS: TAKEN

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