#apr79

[steadfastlyfromthewoods]

Cognitive Interview|| Evan and Kingsley|| April 24th, 1979

Settling his cloak more securely around his shoulders, Kingsley made his way through the dreary rain and up to the Evan Rosier’s place. He stepped onto a welcome mats of sorts and glanced down to find that his feet lined up perfectly with the middle of the carpet; the flowerpot on the left was approximately spaced between the edge of the mat and the edge of the porch; and the door knocker was completely straight. The Auror sighed and wrote something down in his notebook on hand, grabbing the small pad out of an inner robe pocket.

Meticulous, just one word, but it would be imperative to know what kind of paradigm Evan was viewing the world through so that his statement could be fully interpreted. Tucking his quill and pen away, Kingsley took a breath to steady himself and knocked twice, disregarding the small knocker. Evan Rosier was a worker at the Ministry, that much the Auror knew, but he couldn’t really remember what department the man worked for and resolved to make note of it once the questioning was underway.

To be truthful, Kingsley Shacklebolt didn’t remember much at all about the man from previous interactions (if there had even been previous interactions?), but his kidnapping made him someone to know. The other kidnappings had been of suspected Death Eaters-- and so, even if Evan Rosier was not someone that he knew, Kingsley was going to be sure to know him after this day. The man could be clean; his records suggested as such, and when there was no evidence to point to any direction, Kingsley was not fond of jumping to conclusions. But the fact remained that the man was an unknown, and those were the worst of all.

A house elf answered the door for him, and led him inside, which the Auror accepted with as much grace as he could. Kingsley suppressed a small jolt of discomfort at the elf on first glance, and followed the small being into a sort of sitting room, where he was sat down and told that the elf’s master would be with him shortly. For a moment, as the elf left, Kingsley debated moving a pillow out of place, for everything was precisely laid out and the Auror wanted a good read on the man-- an easy way to do it would be to agitate him. 

He ended up deciding against it and sat on a chair which offered no pillows, so as to not upset his host.

[steadfastlyfromthewoods]

Reliability || Alastor and Kingsley || April 13th, 1979

Late into the night was a good way to conduct business, if business needed to be conducted. The Ministry tended to clear out of all but the most put-upon and diligent wizards and witches by seven or eight each night, and even later still found only those who had eyes for their work and little else. 

At an hour significantly past nine, Kingsley peered out into the hallway, taking careful note of who still had lamps on in their cubicles and who did not. Alastor had asked to see him, something about the kidnappings that’d just been reported; Kingsley didn’t know what Alastor might want, but he was just as determined to give it to him. Though the way looked clear, the Auror took his time in his own cubicle, packing up what he needed to, before deeming it safe enough to travel to Moody’s office.

His steps were loud in the hallways when he walked out of his cubicle, sound echoing and causing more than one wizard to look up as Kingsley passed them. Annoyed, Kingsley almost absently put on a modified silencing charm on himself and continued forward, gliding silently until he reached Alastor’s door. his robes settled around his frame, whispering softly as he took the charm off of himself to knock and be known at the door. 

“Sir,” he spoke, a little raspy-- the silencing charm, Kingsley realized as he made a mental note to find a way to fix it on his spare time-- “you wanted to see me?”