"I am she," she tells her, her smile not yet fading as she regards Rose a little more closely, sort of as a means to figuring out what she was here for. "You can come over. It's not private, but it's the best I can do," she offers, as she moves over to sit on her desk. Only when she's sat does she gesture at the empty chair next to her desk.
Sister? The confusion on Octavia's face is as clear as day, until she connects the dots. Black. Regan Black. Sister. Yes, Regan had mentioned her. "Oh!" As quickly as it came, the look disappears, replaced by an amicable expression. "Sorry, I'm a little all over the place. It's nice meeting you!"
She'd smile. "It's nice to meet you too. My sister thought maybe you could help me?" She'd lower her voice a little. "I'm looking for...anything that was recorded about the riot and aftermath...specifically on what happened to those detained and where they are now."
Octavia's stomach clenches uncomfortably at the reminder Regan is somehow still out there. She'd been busted out of Azkaban which, while she hadn't wanted to put her job directly at risk, she had been thinking of doing herself if things didn't improve. But she'd been beaten to it. She was safe, and that's what mattered. Even if she was dying to know how the brunette was holding up. "Ballsy, coming here and asking me that," she says, after a moment's pause, and looks around to ensure nobody is paying attention before she turns to her desk. Her partner was out catching some narc, and everyone else was either patrolling, providing extra security to the Minister, or avoiding being assigned to the Precinct. The auror ranks were a mess, and so was her desk. She had files everywhere. "Is there anything in specific you want to find out about, or general information?" She shouldn't be doing this. But she figures, if she's gone and gotten herself involved with Regan's escape, she won't go on and babble about case details.
She'd nod. "What happened to the people arrested during the protest hasn't hit the news feeds. It's been intentionally kept quiet and there's no proof of where they are right now. People deserve the truth...to know what might happen if they stand up to the Minister but also to know how the Minister is treating people. I'm just looking for some solid evidence or something with any of that written down or an approval to move them or anything to show that to the public."
Oh. Oh. This is - Rose wants to go public. She wants to take the Minister down. "Rose, I - you could get into a lot of trouble if you do this. I don't think your sister would like that, let alone your parents," she says slowly. She composes herself, her expression slowly hardening, trying to avoid giving out any indication of what she's feeling or thinking. "So could I, for that matter."
OOC: I have an idea, but I need to talk with Oli and Time, if that's ok with you. My next post could take a while.
She would nod slowly and solemnly. "I know...but someone's got to do something. People deserve the truth. If it makes them want to take action then that's their decision but they should make that decision with all the information. Then they can decide if they should leave the country, try to hide, or fight back. As things are they may make a decision to do one of those things...and end up in a bad place without even knowing that might be a consequence." She'd pause. "I think my family would be behind me in this regardless of the trouble I get into. If I can find some solid evidence of course I won't be advertising I'm the one sharing it or where I got it from...it would be done anonymously through people's phones and apps so tracing it would be hard." She'd pause. "...but I realize this could be a risk for myself and anyone who helped...so I completely understand if you want to tell me you don't want to be involved." She'd pause. "...but given what I've heard about you I can't believe you support the administration here and I can only imagine you're probably tired of having to hide who you are."
At first, she's completely convinced she won't be giving any information away. Just like that, she'd lose her job, but then she slowly began to think beyond her job security. This was important. Lives were at risk, and she had information to put Alistair away for good. They could save everyone unfairly arrested and do away with the Precinct. By that point, Octavia was thoroughly convinced she had to do the right thing. "Okay," she nods, after a pause. Going through the files yet again, she begins extending several files. Many were Precinct cases assigned to her. "These are half-breeds that were a part of the riot. Some of them gave in after realizing it was a lost cause, some of them were apprehended after being knocked unconscious, some avoided conflict altogether and were still apprehended. If you were in the general vicinity and you weren't an auror, you were tossed into the Holding Cells. They weren't read their rights, and they weren't given trial dates, either. As far as anyone is aware, they're in Azkaban indefinitely," she explains. "There's more. He's using Ministry funds inappropriately. Now this... is an investigation that neither my boss or I have been inclined to make public. During routine work, I discovered funds allocated to the Minister's affairs had disappeared. I did a little investigating, and as it turned out... he's been using them inappropriately."
She'd smile softly as Octavia began talking. "That's what I figured...do you have the Minister's signature on anything like the form to move them to Azkaban or the orders to arrest everyone like that?" She'd frown slightly as Octavia continued moving over and looking at the file then frowning. "That's...a whole lot of money. Where's it going?"
Catching Rose's smile, a small smile forms on Octavia's, mirroring the redhead's. "I'm doing this, but... I need to know I can rely on you, when it's time to face the consequences. I can't do this while hiding who I am... it'd take credibility away. And I have a lot to lose, so I just - I need to know push comes to shove, you won't ditch us; the cause or me," Octavia's smile dips, replaced by a small frown. "That came across weirdly, didn't it? I meant - well, just... please don't go back on what we're doing. We can - we will - help a lot of people by doing this," There's a small pause as she considers her questions. "The money is hush money. I followed Alistair around for several weeks, and every week, he met up with several people. Men. Not on business matters, either. If these images I took are any indication... it's hush money," she explains, as she presents another file filled with images of Alistair with a number of men. One of them, a Korean male in his 20s, was a common thing on most images. "I have yet to identify all of them. I've been swamped with everything else. Regarding the forms... no. He isn't doing anything by the books. There aren't official papers, move orders, or anything. He's been doing everything through personal meetings and Ministerial orders. I've been going through the security feed the Tech Department installed in the higher level offices, and while I've found most of the evidence that explains more recent actions, I haven't been able to access his office logs. He's not very technologically inclined, but he has a whole department flanking him. I've been meaning to ask Sarah to get me access, but... it's easier said than done, even for her."
She would nod slowly listening to Octavia's concerns. "I'm used to working anonymously...it's sort of how I operate but I came to you. I agree it's important and I'm in...more than you probably know." She'd pause to listen to the explanation about the money and what was going on with it. She would pause to think hard about admitting what she was going to before speaking. "That won't help. I've gotten into his office logs and there's nothing there. Either he doesn't use a computer for things like this and just uses parchment or something non-digital or he does it on a system not connected to the Ministry's computer network." She'd look through the pictures. "This guy keeps coming up...do you know who he is? If we can find out maybe we can see what he knows about the Minister." She'd pull out her phone and snap a close picture of the guy then start doing something on it.
She knows she shouldn't, but she's surprised to hear Rose had already gone ahead and done her own investigation on Alistair. "No. I haven't had the opportunity, but even if I did, I don't exactly have contacts within the Tech department to run facial recognition. They're all afraid of losing their job. Alistair hasn't wanted DMLE to fully modernize, so I myself don't have the means," There's a small pause as an idea surfaces in Octavia's mind. "WizCo could run an analysis, assuming you don't," She was willing to bet Rose could, but for good measure, she threw in WizCo as well.
OOC: I haven't spoken with Audrey and Liv to see how involved they'd want their own characters to be in all this.
She'd smile and nod turning her phone around so Octavia could see what she'd been working on. "Using facial recognition and social media profiles I found one Doyun Ha-joon." She'd turn it around and start looking through. "Looks like he's originally from Korea. He's some sort of private decective since there's articles written with some cases he worked...though it obviously doesn't say what he's working on here. Early twenties..." She'd look at Octavia and pause. "Seems like that might go well with your thought on it being hush money...this detective found something on the Minister and is being paid to keep it quiet."
"There's another one I caught him with several times. Um... this one, right here. Also a Korean male, definitely in his twenties. Now he I managed to identify, because he's semi-famous. Minjun Ye-jun, is his name and he's a dancer who appears frequently on the Lumos Broadcasting Center which...is owned by the Minister." There's a small pause as she processes what Rose has said. For a moment, she debates whether to rectify what she's said. She doesn't want to, mostly because she gets awkward talking about it with anyone in a work setting, but it's relevant information they can't neglect. "I don't think it's just about information," she says, slowly. Leaning forward, she scans through the images she presented Rose with. She pulls out the last two images. Each picture is of Alistair with each male, in compromising positions. "A private detective and a dancer. I'm starting to think he might be using these funds to pay them off to do... that," she cringes, averting her gaze as she gestures awkwardly at the images.
She'd blush a deep red and quickly look away. "Oh my." She'd pause to regain her composure. "She'd very intentionally keep looking away up at a weird angle. "Well...that's really good evidence to release to the public though since it shows just how much of a hypocrite the Minister is making policies against LGBT people and then...being one."
Deciding that was enough of that, she slid the images right back into the pile they'd previously been in. "I agree," she nods. "Personally, I feel we have enough evidence that we can go in and get something done about him being in power. I know he's looking to implement even more policies - harsher ones - so the sooner we get him off power, the better. But. If we paid both men a visit, asked a couple questions... then we'd solidify the evidence we have, seal the credibility, and probably even be able to put him away. For good."
She'd nod. "That makes a lot of sense. We'd probably need them both to testify and give accounts..." She'd pause. "...but if they're that..." She'd swallow uncomfortably. "...er...intimate with the Minister they might not be willing to say anything especially if he's paid them as much money as it seems from what you found. A detective and dancer are both professions that rely on public opinion...the press could be good for them or...really bad depending on how they present themselves." She'd pause. "...and our main focus should be the Minister. I think maybe talking to them and saying names and faces could be obscured if they give testimonies might help get that from them." She'd look at Octavia. "Maybe with some guarantee they won't be getting arrested for being...prostitutes?" She'd be so red now her skin would almost match her hair.
"We don't usually make a habit of extending immunity, but obscuring personal information is always a given. It's the media they should worry about. If they caught a whiff of what Alistair has been doing - which they will, if we have anything to do about it - then they won't stop until they know everything. We can do our best, but our best might not be enough," Octavia heaves a heavy sigh. "Regardless, I'm willing to play that hand. I'd need to clear it with Sarah first, but I think she's in agreement," she pauses for a second and gives Rose an amused look. "Are you okay?"
She'd try to collect herself and look professional. "Yes...of course." She was clearly a bit uncomfortable. "I think getting it to one of the big respectable media companies would be the best way to go...but I think we need to get them to agree to not have it as anything exclusive so that more people are able to read the story. I can post it online and get people to look at it that way." She'd pause. "In fact...I think I should probably be the one to talk to the media people. An auror releasing this sort of information to the public would be bad for relations between aurors and...the people they're supposed to protect. You don't want people thinking the aurors will release secret information like this to the media plus it might come back to haunt you personally and I think Re...my sister would have a problem with that. I'll remain vague about how I found everything and as long as it's provable and legitimate the media shouldn't care too much."
Rose certainly doesn't look okay, but Octavia doesn't know her well enough to push her, so she lets the matter rest. "I was thinking we could speak with someone from the Minerva Publishing House. They control the Daily Prophet," There's a furrow in her brow as she considers what the redhead is saying. It could put a strain on the aurors' relationship with the people, but in the same breath, it could improve the relationship by a lot. "I understand what you're saying, but I think I should be there, too. I should talk with them as well. I'm a primary source; someone they would definitely believe and take seriously, versus someone without any strong ties to the ministry. No offense. You have Mr. Black, but you don't actually work here. They wouldn't take you so seriously," she points out. "Plus... I don't think it'd harm our relationship. Everyone already thinks we favor the minister. That we have the same opinions, and that's why we aren't doing anything to get him off power. By doing this... it proves we're in their corner. I have media training, as an auror. Admittedly, it was like a two-hour seminar, but the point stands. I'll be fine. And if it comes back to bite me in the ass... well, then, it's a small price to pay to get him locked up," she shrugs. "I'll be fine. Seriously."
She'd nod slowly. She didn't agree but wasn't going to argue about it. "Alright. If you want to be the one in front and talking to everyone I'm fine with that...I'm used to being the background. You're probably better at getting information out of people too." She'd pause. "So our next step is trying to talk to these two for more information and then...talking to the Minerva Publishing House?"
It was clear Rose was trying not to give anything away and really bad at it. She'd hesitate for a little too long not sure how to answer. "Safe." She'd pause. "...and that's really as...much as I should tell you." She'd pause again. "Sorry."
Truth be told, it bothers her a little Rose won't give her much information, but a part of her knew the irritation was irrational. She was still an auror. The information could still be used against her if anyone realized she knew the fugitive. Ultimately, she sighs, nodding. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."
She scampers over to see what's happening. "Why the long face?" she asks, perhaps not as concerned as she should be, but 'not as concerned as she should be' is her default option, so. She looks at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, genuinely curious as to why Rick looks so... stern.
His blue eyes almost glared at Test. "Shut it." Rick carried a stack of files in his other arm, complete with pictures, interviews, and evidence gathered from the deceased they had found as he stalked forwards to drop a folder on each auror's desk. "Each of you has a folder with all the information we, and that means all of us, have gathered while dealing with the various deceased and injured magicals coming up or being found. The folder contains interviews taken with alive victims, evidence gathered, autopsy reports from deceased victims, and medical reports among other witness reports taken." Rick turned to face them all. "I know most of you are not in Intelligence, or planning on going into intelligence, but at this time, we need your help. It is not enough just to find evidence and gather interviews. We need to get started on figuring out what the hell is going on. So, if you find something that you think could be handy for the investigation, the board is open. Go, and if you need help, do not hesitate to ask one of the senior Aurors." Rick leaned against the wall by the board, beginning to flip through his own file.
She began to read her own folder, relaxing in her desk area contently, pen tapping at her lips in thought.
Hestia Mayakovsky- Hufflepuff Graduate, Auror in training -I believe in grey.Some things aren't straight forward.Not everything is true or false, real or imaginary black or white.It's not that simple – Owl 21:12, February 11, 2019 (UTC)
Although she didn't appreciate being whistled at (even if it was just to get their attention) her only reaction was to send Rick a rather harsh look before she picked up her file to read.
She thumbs through the file, only skimming the pages. She makes a point to stay up to date with what the other divisions are working on, so none of this is new to her. "Alright, everyone, one more thing: until this case is closed, nobody goes anywhere without at least one partner. I don't care if it's related to this case or not; we aren't taking any chances. This is for your own safety as well as for practicality. In teams, there's at least one person to handle any victims and at least one person to secure the crime scene. And for the love of god do not hesitate to send for backup."
Cameron is better about working with others now, but being explicitly told they can no longer work alone still annoys them just a bit. Sometimes you just have to do things alone. Would Dakota count as a partner? They glance down at where Koda is laying below their desk. He just twitches his ears. "So do we have any useful descriptions at all?" They thumb through the file. "Anyone who can sit down with a sketch artist or something?"
"Everything we have is in the file. However, there are three victims alive, that can meet with a sketch artist." Rick moved to the corkboard, taping up three pictures of the victims. "First survived victim: Frederick Spencer, lost his arm to the attack. According to his interview reports, he was attacked by someone disguised as his best friend, Blaer Lýðursdóttir. He is an intern at Mungo's." The next picture he tapped at harshly. "Jennica Kempe. Current Hogwarts student, found bleeding out in The Spider's Web with a piece of black fur on her neck. I wasn't able to talk with her, so someone will have to conduct an interview when she's avaliable." The final picture was of the last victim that had been survived. "Catherine Durante, werewolf, and Precinct resident. She was the most recent victim, found in the Godric's Hollow graveyard. I have evidence gathered from Catherine, taking with permission from the Healer treating her, so if anyone wants to start running analysis spells on what has been collected, then let me know."