Oh, dearest, you must be half a step from Apparating out here and throttling answers out of us. I will try to be succinct:
— One of the prisoners must have felt the Portkeys taking effect; he apparently was carrying or wearing some sort of backup device that he detonated, most likely trying to beat the Portkey. (We do need to improve our methods for detecting same.)
— In addition to blowing him to bits, this blew a hole in the side of the prison, and several of the prisoners made a run for it. Barty pursued.
— The Auror trainees and I immobilized the others. Incompletely, in one case. We will proceed to interrogation of the surviving prisoners later this afternoon.
Barty is verbally eviscerating Montague, I am proving once again that scalp wounds bleed like a fountain (I am fine; I was in the path of some flying debris), but we are secure on this end. I will take it that nothing untoward happened on yours.
I say again: it is comforting to know that no matter what else changes, Bella is a constant. And you know I would have traded with you -- it's what you get for being so visible; they would have noticed your lack. (Were there any good moments on your end, at least?)
Barty is nearly done with his lecture; we will be bringing in the prisoners shortly. Shall we break for lunch now that most everything is settled?
Good moments? Yes, a few. For one thing, the look on their faces when they realised their little incendiaries were not going to light and they had no choice but to go through with the charade of signing.
Then there was the attempt by one of their number (female, gives new meaning to the term hellcat) to launch herself across the room when her companions were taken by the Portkey.
Short work, indeed. But satisfying.
And yes; have already arranged for the dining room at Lock's for all our number. You may need another dose of hangover tonic before we are done.
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Date: 2012-11-12 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-12 04:38 pm (UTC)Not too hungover, I trust?
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Date: 2012-11-12 04:43 pm (UTC)I could, however, sleep for a week or so.
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Date: 2012-11-12 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-12 05:38 pm (UTC)Tosha?!
We're fine here. Six dead, per the plan.
What's going on? Report!
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Date: 2012-11-12 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-12 05:40 pm (UTC)What's happened?
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Date: 2012-11-12 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-12 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-12 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-12 05:43 pm (UTC)All clear here.
Hang on for full report.
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Date: 2012-11-12 05:52 pm (UTC)— One of the prisoners must have felt the Portkeys taking effect; he apparently was carrying or wearing some sort of backup device that he detonated, most likely trying to beat the Portkey. (We do need to improve our methods for detecting same.)
— In addition to blowing him to bits, this blew a hole in the side of the prison, and several of the prisoners made a run for it. Barty pursued.
— The Auror trainees and I immobilized the others. Incompletely, in one case. We will proceed to interrogation of the surviving prisoners later this afternoon.
Barty is verbally eviscerating Montague, I am proving once again that scalp wounds bleed like a fountain (I am fine; I was in the path of some flying debris), but we are secure on this end. I will take it that nothing untoward happened on yours.
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Date: 2012-11-12 06:11 pm (UTC)No surprises at all on this end; it was if one may say so, almost disappointingly easy.
(Bella apparently thinks the same; she just asked if we might revivify one or two so she can kill them again!)
Mulciber is pulling up the connexion to the Ministry. With any luck we shall all be back on good English soil by mid-week.
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Date: 2012-11-12 06:18 pm (UTC)Barty is nearly done with his lecture; we will be bringing in the prisoners shortly. Shall we break for lunch now that most everything is settled?
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Date: 2012-11-12 06:23 pm (UTC)Then there was the attempt by one of their number (female, gives new meaning to the term hellcat) to launch herself across the room when her companions were taken by the Portkey.
Short work, indeed. But satisfying.
And yes; have already arranged for the dining room at Lock's for all our number. You may need another dose of hangover tonic before we are done.