Starter for @stcriestold
It wasn’t a common thing for the Ministry to bring his team onto the field. No, usually the group of Behavioral Analysts stayed at their desks going over the reports the frontline Aurors gave them. This was the nature of desperation, James had thought when they surveyed the first of many taped-off areas. It was common knowledge now that the rise of dark magic and wizards had been on the rise for years.
The last couple of crimes had taken place at St. Mungo’s. An odd place to be labeled as a crime scene considering it was a place where people died everyday. However, more recently muggle related witches and wizards seemed to be dying at much higher and unrealistic rate—enough to catch the attention of the Auror department. Given the amount of attacks that were at an uptick this case was pushed onto James’ department.
“It’s gotta be a copycat. The method is exactly the same as Carrow’s.” His co-worker said as they stood outside of the hospital door’s. A small break from going through patient’s files and autopsy reports.
“Too exact. It’s weird—If they’re a copy-cat then they’re beyond good. They’re using methods only ever mentioned in her criminal file and that stuff wasn’t ever made public.” James replied before taking another gulp of coffee. He grimaced at the taste of watery bitterness, hospital coffee was never the best.
“True. So we’re possibly looking at a psychotic disgruntled Ministry worker. Or someone close to the Carrow family.” His co-worker threw out. These weren’t real guesses, not really, but the beginning of their long process of figuring out the psyche of their murderer.
“Or an almost 80 year old Alecto Carrow.” James snorted as he downed the last of his coffee and pushed back into the halls of St. Mungos. It would’ve been a serious point to say if they hadn’t already checked to make sure that one Alecto Carrow was still indeed in Azkaban.
“I’m going to talk to the second shift of nurses from that night. Start making notes of any differences between the suspect and Alecto’s work, yeah? It might be easier that way.” With a nod from his co-worker James quietly disposed of the empty paper coffee cup. He was beginning to see why this case was pushed onto them—slow, methodical, and repeated crimes didn’t warrant the battle armed Aurors.
