where: crime scene
when: rotation one
who: morgan, rose, aditi, mason
Rose had woken up early that day; London was just so different from home, and that made it difficult for her to sleep. She'd gone to work, hoping for a chance to work with the camera before they were assigned to check the body. She'd had enough time to figure out the basics when she decided to check her flume. It seemed she'd gotten a message to go to the scene of the crime.
Reading the coordinates, Rose concentrated and Apparated to East End She hated the feeling, but getting to the crime scene was urgent. It seemed she was already running late, and she would hate to disappoint on the first day of work.
She ended up beside one of the wixen she'd seen around the Ministry during her interview. There was a crowd of Muggles surrounding them, but given the charms that were in place -- she could sense a light one placed, else they would be panicking about the dead wolf -- it was unlikely they'd noticed her appearance.
Camera in hand, she walked to where the wixen were crowding around. Spotting Mason, she moved toward him slowly, wanting and not wanting to see the body. She was a few feet away from them when she saw it.
Gruesome and bloody, the body shocked Rose to the very core. It had only been a few days since the last moon, and to see someone of her own kind so mangled, lifeless, was terrifying. Rose nearly whimpered, but held herself together when she saw Castor Harewell waving her over.
"There's a girl! Rose, I hope you've met your fellow interns, Morgan and Mason? And you're acquainted with the body, of course." He grinned at her then. Lächeln, Rose, she thought to herself. If her returning smile was a little strained, no matter. They had work to do.
Castor wasted no time. Pointing at the man's shoulders, he said, "If you take a look here, you'll notice the bite marks. Note how the scratches match up to claw marks? These don't seem to be his, given the direction of the strokes." He looked up at them. "I want you two to document this thoroughly. Our wolf here appears to have been attacked by another of his kind."
Rose steadied herself behind the lens, willing herself to ignore the sudden waves of nausea she felt. Not only was the person dead, but he was a werewolf, hurt by another of his kind. Meine Verwandten. Brüder des Mondes, Rose thought. Her hands were shaky, but she managed to get the job done.
"Well, this is strange," Castor said. Gloves on, he was examining the victim's mouth. "I can't seem to find anything of our buddy's enemy. With the wounds on his face, I'd have thought there'd be some evidence of a fight."
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