The Case of the Marbled Landlord

[Percival Adlard Jr]

Percy’s caseload seemed to be getting heavier in the past month. The files on his desk appeared to have decided to spawn more and with more, which meant more visits to other departments. This particular morning had met him with several more cases that usual. It was as if the majority of the wizarding world had decided that with the ban from muggles they could enchant any item they wished. With a sigh Percy rubbed his temples looking at the case in front of him. A wizard living in London had decided to give his landlord enchanted marbles in place of his rent. The enchantment had supposedly been to make the marbles appear as muggle pounds, which it had done, but it had also had the side effect of causing the landlord to begin to laugh uncontrollably and turn into the varying shades of the marbles. The wizard of course blamed it on his unpredictable wand but the excuse did little to explain the intentions of his actions. Reading further into the report Percy noted that the landlord had been treated and a memory charm cast on him, but Percy figured it could be good to talk to the depart of magical accidents and see what had been done to fix the landlord. In truth he simply needed a break and a good stretch of his legs.

The trip didn’t take Percy long, in fact he’d made it many times over the years, but it was still nice to walk through the hallway of the ministry with its bustling employees and familiar faces intent on their own tasks. Few people stopped to talk to Percy, too set in their own day to feel the need to converse, something Percy had always been grateful for.

The department of magical accidents appeared to be rather quiet by the time that Percy arrived, not entirely unsurprising, and Miss Flynn pointed him in the direction of the newest employee to the department, a Miss Fisk.

Percy found Miss Fisk at her desk and approached her with a smile, “Good morning Miss Fisk. I wanted to follow up on a report if you have a moment?”

Word Count: 361

ooc: I know we talked about this a while back so I figured I'd throw something your way.

@'CASSIUS LESTRANGE'
@'ZELDA FISK'

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   Zelda Fisk

[Zelda Fisk]

SORRY FOR BEING SO SLOW

Today was a paperwork day, which officially meant that Zelda was parked at her desk and starting to fantasize about napping. She saw perfectly why paperwork was so important and necessary and worked hard at it, but seeing that it was important didn't make it enjoyable. She would so much rather be out in the field but here she was, condensing a St. Mungo's report down to a two-sentence summary.

She started at the sound of her name. With a flick of her wand and a muttered spell, Zelda summoned a free chair to the other side of her desk, and gestured for him to sit in it. "Hello," Zelda said, "Of course. How can I help you, Mr. - ?"

  

[Percival Adlard Jr]

"Adlard. Percival Adlard, Department of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." Percy introduced himself with a small bow. He hated introductions and often hoped that individuals simply forgot that he hadn't introduced himself when going about work matters. Alas everyone was of such polite society that he knew it was pipe dream to wish for such inaction among the members of his employer.  

"I am looking into a case regarding enchanted marbles and was hoping you could tell me what had been done to the muggle involved?" Percy added, holding the file out to the young woman.

November 1887 | @'CASSIUS LESTRANGE'
@'ZELDA FISK'

  

[Zelda Fisk]

"Oh, that thing," Zelda said with a nod and a wave of her hand, "Yes, I can help you with that." She reached into her desk and thumbed through the files, eventually pulling out the relevant one. She opened it and squinted. The marbles case was considered closed by MA&C; in that they had handed it off to muggle artifacts.

"Well, we reversed the colors," Zelda said, "Or, I did, that was me. Then I had to send him to St. Mungo's, though - we don't do brain stuff."

  

[Percival Adlard Jr]

The witch appeared rather young but as she mentioned she had been the one to reverse the spell Percy suspected she was rather skilled. He supposed not everyone came out of school as impassive to their grades as he had been. Seeing as he had been singleminded in a decent job to support a family that had yet to come about. He’d certainly been young and foolish in those days and had since learned to live with it.

“Was the brain stuff severe?” Percy inquired further, it felt as if this trip might be wrapping up faster than he’d intended, and despite the walk he wasn’t entirely sure he wished to approach that piles of papers on his desk this soon. “You haven’t happened to hear such attempts at this before, have you? I’d honestly think the wizard rather inept to cause such results.”

@'Zelda Fisk'
@'Cassius lestrange'