ALASTOR MOODY @ DTW

[Warded to DMLE]

LET IT HEREBY BE NOTED:

If you are going to loiter in Auror Dept. hallways, DO NOT DO IT OUTSIDE MY OFFICE. I don't care what you're doing on your day off, I don't care who you think Stephen is shagging, and if you think someone is stealing tea from the break room, either INVESTIGATE or SHUT UP ABOUT IT. And if you are so low on tasking at the moment that you have time to spend a solid five minutes by my office door NATTERING ON about topics of NO USE TO ANYONE, by ALL MEANS speak with my secretary. She will be HAPPY to help you find an OCCUPATION for your TIME.

[end ward]

[Warded to Connie]
If Scrimgeour doesn't come back soon, I'm following Marlene into early retirement.
[end ward]

[Warded to the Department of Mysteries]
I need a new eye. One that works as well or better than my old one. Aesthetics aren't a serious concern, as it can't make me any uglier than I am with this bloody eyepatch. You lot are the ones who muck about with brains and bits, so if the Healers can't do it, I'm placing my bet on you.

So what've you got?
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( Warded Private )

[Warded to Connie]
What are those little purple flowers by the back door? Whatever they are, they're starting to bloom.
[end ward]

[Warded to DMLE]
Open call for sparring. Until I can work out a replacement, I'll have to learn to aim with one eye. Anyone who has time, I'm setting up camp by the main Auror training room.
[end ward]

Cleared to return to work this Wednesday. Crouch, if you need confirmation from the Spell Damage chief/my wife, let me know.

I'll be wearing an eye patch until somebody comes up with something to stick in my head where my eye used to be. If I've got to replace the damn thing, it had better be more functional than the old one. The leg damn sure doesn't fit that bill. One of these days I've got to find the time to upgrade the wooden one.

Long as I don't get a wood eye, I'll manage. Can't take splinters in my brain.

[Written with Dictaquill]
[Warded to Charlotte Hart]

Visit with a status report as soon as possible. If I'm passed out on potions, update Connie so she can relay it.

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[Warded to Order]

I'm down an eye. I'm about to be knocked out again, because this hurts like hell, and I can't read. Need someone to update me in person.

And I'm saying ONE MORE TIME that we need a new form of written/silent communication. These journals are insufficiently secure and I DO NOT LIKE IT.

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[Warded to Senior Aurors]
The Auror department is not the place for April Fools pranks, regardless of how harmless you think they are. Impress that on your junior team members and interns before I have to impress it on any more of them.


[Warded to Charlotte Hart]
Where are we on the interviews with the Floo office? Anything? How about evidence from the scene?


[Warded to Crime Lab]
Where are you on evidence collected from the dead?


[Warded to Dorcas and Veronica]
Update me on the work with the Muggle police.

Warded to Ella:
Organize food and get it to the main conference room, and let people know it's there. I don't want anybody stopping for a lunch hour, but I don't want anyone passing out, either.


Warded to Aurors:
If any teams have Aurors with free time, send them to me. Trainees included.


Warded to Connie:
Give me an update on any DMLE folk in your care when you can.


Warded to Order:
Investigation is proceeding. Will update further when possible. Mrs. Figg, see what research turns up on who might have the time and expertise and space to raise that many Inferi.

ATTENTION, to anyone who works for the DMLE or otherwise has lives depending upon you:

PRIORITIZE SLEEP.

Some of you are twenty-one years old, brand new trainees who think that pulling three twenty-four hour shifts in a row makes you a real go-getter. What it makes you is a real idiot. This isn't Hogwarts. If you fall asleep on the job here, you don't get detention. You get killed, or someone else does. Operating on little-to-no sleep makes you a liability to your team. Your judgment slips, your reflexes slip, and you are effectively as useful as a drunken civilian.

Anyone who's NOT a twenty-one year old trainee ought to know this from experience.

So, whoever was snoring in the conference room this morning: GO HOME AND COME BACK WHEN YOU'RE USEFUL.

I will not be intimidated. My wife will not be intimidated. You couldn't intimidate my bloody cat.

You think you can tell me who to love?

Meet me face to face, wand to wand. See how long you cowards last.


[Warded to Miss Tamsin Nott]
Your case is officially filed as of this morning, and an Auror assigned to investigate further. The Crime Lab should be finished with your home by this afternoon, and they will let you know when you can return. I strongly suggest that you don't. Finding a new address and keeping it need-to-know would be a good safety measure, and you'll be surprised to find how few people actually need to know.
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[Warded to Connie]

I'll be doing surveillance all this week. Won't be around for dinner.

[end ward]


[Warded to Ella]

Did you already arrange to have some kind of plant sent to my wife at work on Tuesday? I'd completely forgotten the bloody holiday until this afternoon.

[end ward]

[Warded to the Order]

From the lab report on Mr. Finnigan:
- torture as you'd expect
- multiple assailants
- crime scene was likely outdoors, likely coastal Ireland

Cross reference suspected Death Eater properties with coastal Ireland. Also cross-reference areas of low population, near magical populations, with coastal Ireland. Anyone who's got the time, get on it and see what we can find out.

[Warded to Charlotte Hart]
Let me know if you need additional support on the Finnigan case. There's always someone looking for overtime. Coordinate with Wood to continue the investigation while you and your team get some sleep. I don't want anyone fouling up an investigation because they were too tired to think straight.
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[Warded to the Order]
Bones, Alice, get some bloody sleep. You're no good to anyone stumbling around like Inferi.

The dead man's one Keith Finnigan, Muggle, musician, married to an Irish witch. Seems the Death Eaters picked him up on his way to a performance last night. At first glance, the body shows signs of extensive torture. Won't know much more about what happened to him until the M.E. has a look at him this morning. I'll do what I can to get it expedited and find out if there's any evidence we move on even if the Aurors can't.
[end ward]

[Warded to Connie]
Sorry for the all-nighter. I got tea and a muffin when I ran through the house to brush my teeth this morning. Wake me up when you get home, as I'll be soundly asleep by 6 this evening.
[end ward]

[Warded to the Order of the Phoenix]
The Dark Mark's been spotted in Diagon Alley. One reported dead. Will report more when I can.
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[Warded to Senior Aurors]
I have a project for a trainee who needs investigative practice. If you have one, let me know.
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[Warded to Elladora Guffy]
Ella. Pull whatever Ministry records you can find on one Arkie Philpott. No rush - it's a favour for a friend. I'm looking to tell her what we can find on Monday evening.
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[Warded to Sirius Black, Lily and James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin]
Arkie Philpott. Any of you cross paths with him in school?
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[Warded to Barty Crouch Sr., Rufus Scrimgeour, Nicholas Mulciber, and the Chief Deputy of Hitwizards]

You've heard the announcement, I assume. Why were we not consulted, nor informed before the public?

[end ward]


[Warded to Frank Longbottom and Charlotte Hart]
Unforgivables. Expect an all-hands meeting later tonight, I imagine. In the meantime, the topic is not for discussion, and any questions from the media should be met with a firm "I cannot comment at this time."
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[Warded to Connie Moody]
It just became likely I'll have a late night.
[end ward]

( A paranoid man is a man who knows a little about what's going on. - William S. Burroughs )