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.“Not to be rude headmistress, but was there anything you wanted?” I asked, as Headmistress McGonagall had walked in, and been standing and just looking for the past ten minutes. The first five minutes I had just stood there. Not exactly very professional, but I was a bit absent minded today, and slow. I had come to pick up the body, but I quickly realized, the body was hanging too high for me to cut it down. I looked over my shoulder, at Headmistress McGonagall, and stepped away as she opened her mouth to speak.
“I have a really hard time believing she really took her own life,” she said and made a little break. I stared at her a bit dumbfounded, trying to suck in what she said. It’s the me-being-slow-thing again.
“Again, not to be rude, but maybe you just can’t let her go. Sometimes people do strange things that we do not see coming. Did you know her well?” I asked carefully and the headmistress looked a bit offended, but her face quickly turned stone-hard.
“Yes, I knew her very well. I do understand that she is dead, but I just want to be sure on why she died,” she said. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
“I just have a hard time understanding what happened to her. What drove her so far out, she had to take her own life?” she said, the tears filling her eyes, but not once did she let any of them drop.
“Are you asking anything special of me?” I asked again and she sighed.
She shook her head sadly and said: “She was just such a great student. They say she is the brightest witch of her age. Well , was.” I raised my eyebrow again. She turned around, but before she walked out, she looked me sadly in the eye.
“Wait!” I yelled after her and she stuck her in again. She looked at me, awaiting my next move. “Do you have a key to this room? Is it spell-safe?” I asked, “I will only be gone for a quarter, but I’m sure there’s still many curious students at this place.” She smiled melancholy and took out the key from the door. I walked over to her, took the key and we both walked out. I shut the door, stuck the key back into the keyhole and locked it. I gave her a small, but thankful nod and she walked away to attend her own matters. I put the key into my pocket and turned into my animagus form. A coyote. I just had to get just as far away from Hogwarts grounds, so that I would be able, to apparate back to the ministry. So I, of course, ran fast. As soon as I got outside the grounds I apperated back at the atrium of the ministry headquarters. I quickly ran to the Department of magical law enforcement. Shifting from my animagus and then quickly apperating always gave me a bit of a kick. I kept tapping my foot in the elevator, because it was never fast enough. As soon as I heard the little bing, that told me that we had arrived at the right level, I almost jumped out of the elevator. I pushed the big black wooden door aside and walked into the MCI hallway. Then I turned left into Mr. Waldron -my superior-’s office. He looked almost bewildered to see me.
“Why are you not at that suicide case at Hogwarts. What are you doing here?” He asked.
I walked over to his desk, slammed my hands down on his desk and said: “I need Lamox, and I need him now.”
“He just got back from the meeting with Mr. & Mrs. Granger,” he said.
I stormed out of the office, out on the hallway and a bit further down the hall, into the office that said: 'Special agents Andrew Lamox & Sheilagh Mahoney'. Behind me I could hear Mr. Waldron babbling, about how it was unprofessional, to leave a case like that. Not listening to him, I very quickly realized that Andrew was not in there. Mr. Waldron came panting behind me.
“Where is he? I need Andrew before Dr. Ziegler arrives at Hogwarts and takes the body, for the autopsy.” I said.
Mr. Waldron shrugged his shoulders and said that maybe Andrew had gone home already.
“What the bloody hell is happening in here?” someone interrupted behind us, and we turned around.
“You are coming with me Hogwarts now,” I said to the confused looking Andrew.
“But I just got back from Mr. & Mrs. Granger’s house! Why should I be going to Hogwarts? You got the pick-up-the-body-and-write-the-report-job, this time,” he said, but chose to shut up when I looked him in the eye.
“I can’t get her down,” I said embarrassed, but without breaking the eye contact.