Chapter 278 - Wilkes Family (1/2)
The Head of the Auror Department, the rather short, plumb wizard, Bob Ogden sighed tiredly as he removed his enormous thick glasses for a moment and rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes. It was already mid-evening, and the Auror's were still interrogating witnesses and their single attacker being interrogated using Vertiaserum.
However, the preliminary reports indicated that said assailant knew next to nothing about further plans of said dark wizard group. But regardless of his capture, the prisoner proudly called himself a Death Eater doing his so-called, Dark Lord's work, also known as a Lord Voldemort. A rather strange name for a dark wizard to have if you asked him.
Ogden opens his eyes and slides his spectacles onto the bridge of his nose. Standing up, and gathering energy, his eyes sparkle once again with pent-up emotions. However, before he can begin to bellow again, a fledging Auror rushed forward. (Said fledging was a recent graduate from the Auror Academy and was still being trained with a more veteran Auror, before being assigned their permanent Auror partner.)
Ogden narrows his eyes and says, ”What is it, Auror Meadows?”
The petite Auror, Dorcas Meadows was a pretty witch with tan skin and warm eyes. Her curly hair is pulled back in a high ponytail to keep her face clear of curly wisps. ”Sir, I've been sent to inform you that your presence is required at the home of the Wilkes in question.”
”Thank you, Auror Meadows,” Ogden gratefully said as the bright young witch sent him a warm smile, before rushing off to fulfill her next duty with the energy and vitality that only the young seem to possess.
”I feel old,” Ogden flatly said under his breath feeling his age in his bones. He, frankly, couldn't remember the last time he had such a bounce of energy in his footsteps. Maybe, it was time to start training a replacement and see about retiring to Surrey. His wife had been bringing up the same subject for the last three years. But first, he'd have to settle the present ongoing investigation on his dark wizard organization, before ever doing so. He wouldn't be able to put his mind at ease, otherwise.
Ogden nodded to several Auror's still on task, before apparating away. Ogden arrived at the iron gates of a walled manor and marches straight inside. The Wilkes manor has a bit of an Italian flair leftover from a long-ago ancestor. The architecture is superb with great marvel pillars and exquisite balconies.
Waiting at the front entrance of the Wilkes manor is the medium built figure of Auror Percius Clements. Over the last year, Auror Clements had lost most of his roundness including that in his face. The Auror would never be slender, but certainly not round nor plumb, just sturdy now.
Percius Clements nods to the Head of the Auror Department, and says, ”Sir, I have interrogated the Wilkes couple and I am convinced of their innocence. They knew not of their son's terrible deceit nor gave their son leeway to create a polyjuice potion using their hair.”
Ogden snorts unconvinced. ”Auror Clements, I understand that you wish to give the Wilkes the benefit of the doubt since you are still friends with Secundus Wilkes. However, personal emotions and friendships should never influence an ongoing investigation.”
”I am aware, sir,” Percius sighed. ”That is exactly why I have requested your intervention. I do not wish for the Wilkes family to have to suffer another interrogation again, however, the public's outcry would be far worse. Thus, in this manner, should you find their testimony true by subjecting them to Vertiaserum, no one can argue that the investigation was biased nor that they were complicit of such a foul deed.”
Ogden carefully eyes Auror Clements, before finally saying, ”Very well, Auror Clements, I will take their official transcript, however, you have overstepped yourself. In exchange, you will be taking a new partner from the fledging's, they are deemed ready to receive their permanent partner. Is that clear?”
”Yes, sir,” Percius stiffly muttered as he moved aside to allow his superior officer inside.
Ogden sighs and puts out his hand onto Percius's shoulder. ”I know that you have the best intentions at heart, Auror Clements,” Ogden explained. ”And as do I. Auror Vinovich will be gone almost a year now, and you are the team lead on a very important open investigation. You need a partner to aide you and keep your back safe.”
”Yes, sir,” Percius much more softly responded as Ogden squeezed Percius's shoulder in sympathy, before striding into the manor.
Ogden strides through the renaissance styled Wilkes Manor that had a bit more hint of color than most pureblood's homes in the Isles. However, it was all in impeccable taste. Why even the marble statues were magnificently made by famous sculptors, both magical and nonmagical.
With Auror Clements trailing behind him, they arrive in the front guest parlor, where loud sniffs can be heard from Mrs. Wilkes. The light, curly-haired, Mrs. Wilkes hair is disarray in a most unusual as she always had her curled hair in a neat updo. Her coffee-colored eyes are rimmed red as she dabs at them in a futile attempt to keep them tear-free.
Sitting at her side is the pale figure of her husband, Secundus Wilkes. Mr. Wilkes, dark salt-peppered hair seems to have become silver overnight. His dark eyes are tear-free, but they seem empty, but so very stoic as if pride was the only thing keeping him from shattering into a dozen pieces.