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Post by Markus von Wolfram on Nov 16, 2015 21:18:05 GMT -8
Markus listen as the Arithmancy professor went on what seemed to be a mini tirade. He did make a good point about needing to find a link between the murders but the way the man was putting things together and drawing conclusions was almost too fast to keep up with. While the Captain admired the man’s drive, Markus knew he was being too focused. In fact, they all were. What they needed to do, was slow down and try and get a handle on the bigger picture.
He didn’t miss the hostility in Professor James’ voice that was directed toward him and his guard, and Markus certainly didn’t miss the fact that he completely disregarded what Professor Lefcourt had said. Obviously the “expert” had his theory/explanation and he was going to hold to it come hell or high water. Markus sighed and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. If this turned into an accusation throwing fest he was going to lose it. Merlin he hated dealing with professors, supposed experts in their field of study. Closed minded was more like it.
”And we have Professor James. Though there is only so much you can pry out of a kid who’s been scared senseless by whatever’s been happening.” He was about to say more on the matter when the Transfiguration Professor snapped back her own reply to Hebron. The Captain smirked, unable to restrain himself. This was one sharp woman, and she had been drawing some of the same conclusions he had. The body was almost a day old. With each kill it did seem like the killer was taunting them, playing with them and it galled the Captain to no end. He had no doubt that the killer was lurking nearby, silently gloating at the fact they were no closer to figuring this out.
Markus continued to listen as Professor Lefcourt continued on, though he let his eyes wonder over the scene until he was addressed directly. He raised a brow at her boldness in asking to see the case files and was about to tell her a resounding no, when she reached into her robe and pulled out a letter. He took it and looked it over before opening said letter and briefly scanning it over before tucking it into his pocket. He then looked at Rika with a hard glare. It looked like perhaps he would be getting someone competent to help out, someone sent from Lord Williams himself.
”Professor Lefcourt, we can discuss case files later, right now though… Everyone not an Imperium Guard or Professor Lefcourt needs to get out; you’re contaminating the crime scene. If we get any leads I will let you know.”
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Post by Milo Witte on Nov 16, 2015 21:18:34 GMT -8
And that was that? That was how it always was. Anything related to numbers somehow got people brushed aside like there was no science to it. Same with divination even though they were two completely different things. Divination was dictated by feelings, by emotions, by interpretations. Arithmancy was driven by cold, hard numbers and calculations. They were interpreted based on proven scripts. But of course, Milo shouldn't be overly surprised or hurt by it. Not after having held this position the past few years and seen the looks most people got when he went on about numbers. If he was given access to information, he could find something. Even if the numbers ended up not helping, it couldn't hurt to be looking for patterns.
He listened to the defense professor going on about the death cult and crossed his arms with a sigh. Honestly, he thought it was pointless to debate if this was related to a death cult or not. The pattern the man mentioned was so vague and didn't fit in Milo's mind. Yes, the unicorn foal had been innocent. But strength? A first year? Really? Cunning in Professor Burgess? Maybe. But honestly, he was sure that if this was some death cult they would surely be aiming for higher ups than professors and children at a school. Age? Hilda wasn't that old. Forties didn't count. He didn't think at least. It just felt like the defense professor was far too caught up in a single symbol he was seeing. If there was anything common sense told him, it was that symbols and runes could be mimicked to throw people off the trail. In that way, Hilda's replacement's comment, "Or maybe whoever this attacker is knows you and is just toying with you," earned a nod.
He listened to her after that. She made a lot more sense than the grey-haired, defensive defense professor to him. She at least was suggesting a strategy. That was better than anything anyone else he'd seen was trying to do here. Of course, she was also asking for things that were a bit strange for a professor to be asking of an Imperium Guard. Access to other cases? What? Milo furrowed his brow, and the look only grew worse as the woman muttered, "Get a predator to hunt another predator."
What did that mean? Milo couldn't help but wonder, but of course, he wasn't going to be allowed to stay to find out what it could mean. However, he knew better than to stay beyond the captain's order. He eyed the woman as he walked past her on his way out. Coming out of nowhere, asking for information. Consider curiosity peaked.
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Post by Samael Nachtweber on Nov 16, 2015 21:18:44 GMT -8
This whole procession was a joke. There were far too many people on the scene for it to be constructively managed. Not to mention, there were too many civilians. Thankfully, the students seemed to have left after the captain had ordered him and Chase to get rid of them. Still, the two professors--alright, three, apparently. Lance recognized this new one and was more than a little surprised to see her here. He hadn't remembered her being particularly fond of Hogwarts after she had transferred here. She'd always seemed her own person, almost as though she held herself above them. Perhaps it was ignorance or sheer dislike that had lead to that viewpoint regarding her, but it was how he viewed her.
Lance stood near the door, listening as the captain and professors spoke. The rambling one--Professor Witte, wasn't it? He'd never had him--was strange. What had numbers to do with anything they were seeing here? Of course, he did have a point. There was no need to discuss specifics into the number of murderers--at least not until they had evidence that beyond a shadow of a doubt proved there was more than just the one assumed.
The guard sighed quietly as the one who had proposed the Death Cult concept spoke and had to refrain from laughing at Rika's comment regarding perhaps the killer knew and was simply toying with the defense professor based on what he was known to have seen. Oh, he'd forgotten about that aspect of his former fellow Ravenclaw. She did have a way of saying things, and she did fit the house to which she had been assigned. Smart as a whip. Perhaps that was part of the reason he had never been too fond of her. She had been too smart to just let him remain unchecked in any of their interactions.
It was strange to him when Rika handed the captain an envelope. He noticed the seal. Ministry official. His eyes narrowed as though that would help him see through the paper to what was written. Of course, it didn't work. He could have told you it wouldn't. He glanced at Rika with mild curiosity. Perhaps he would have to have a little catch-up session with the girl-turned-woman to figure out why she was really here and why she needed that information.
Thankfully, the captain dismissed all civilians but Rika as soon as the letter was read. "Professor Lefcourt." That was an interesting twist indeed. Last time he'd seen this woman, she'd killed her cousin. Granted, Annabelle had attempted to kill her first, which made it self-defense and had surely gotten her off with no more than a slap on the wrist, but it was still curious. He remained silent despite his curiosity and kept his eyes straight ahead as he stood at attention, awaiting his orders. Surely now that the professors would soon be gone, they could actually get to investigating.
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