PARTNERS IN CRIME: NEWLY WED COUPLE CONVICTED OF EIGHT MURDERS
Aegeus and Selene Vassiliou were recently imprisoned under charges of first-degree homicide. A couple who married two months ago, with a child already five months developed, was found guilty by the Magical Court of Greece and given indefinite sentences. The wife, Selene, is five months pregnant and is said to be carrying a baby boy into prison with her. In response for requested commentary, both wife and husband denied the request and have gone into prison in silence. In fact, it is rumored they did not speak the whole trial, however, the trial itself was private and has been classified as confidential, top priority media so there is no evidence that this acclaim is true.
On December 15th, the Vassilious were arrested and taken into custody after an intense investigation following the murders of four civilians, two politicians, and two unspecified individuals. The investigation has been ongoing for two years with many false leads, and after a spark of genius, two of the youngest members of the investigation department were able to lead the investigation with a new light that helped uncover the culprits of these homicides. We asked for comment from the investigation department but were further denied. The dead follows as...
Aegeus and Selene Vassiliou are set to start their sentences on February 3rd in separate facilities and will be heavily guarded.
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's going to buy you a mocking bird.
And if that mocking bird don't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring is brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat don't pull,
Mama's going to you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy a dog called Rover.
And if that dog called Rover don't bark,
Mama's gonna stab it in the heart
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart turn round,
You'll still be the sweetest little babe in town.
VASSILIOUS ON THE LOOSE, PRISON COUPLE ESCAPES
Convicted one year ago, the Aegeus and Selene Vassiliou were convicted to a lifetime sentence after being found guilty of eight first-degree homicides. It was recently disclosed to the public that both Selene and Aegeus have escaped their respective facilities and are on the loose. However, the theory that both of them are metamorphmagi has been brought up again in the face of the search for the criminals. The government has marked them with prominent, charm-laced tattoos that while are no longer able to track their location, are unremovable. If you see individuals with these tattoos, please contact this number immediately and report your findings, as well as your location and the time of the sighting.
"Turn the television off, Basil," the mother says from the kitchen as she finishes chopping cilantro for the dish she's making for dinner. Her two daughters are sitting at the dining table working on homework, while her eldest child, and only biological son, is sitting nearby, watching the news.
"But Ma, I'm watching—" Basil attempts to defend himself, but is quickly interrupted by his mother again.
"I said, turn the TV off Basil. You're going to scare your little brother." The eldest looks down at his adopted baby brother, who's sitting on the floor in front of the television, rocking back and forth as he sucks on his fingers. He came into the room giggling after playing with his older sisters and attempted to climb on the couch to sit with Basil, in which Basil had put the Korean baby on his lap as he went through channels. After an hour or so of watching children's cartoons for Kairos, he switched it something else which eventually became the daily seven o'clock news. At this point, Kairos had demanded to be put down by making sounds and hitting Basils chest, and when set down on the floor, crawled over to the television and has been there ever since.
"Kairos isn't scared. He was even watching it too!" Basil argued, about to explain his recollection of the past couple of hours with Kairos. His mother turns around and glares at him, which shuts him up immediately with a huff as he crosses his arms.
"Basil, those are his parents. He might not remember this but he doesn't need to see it regardless," The mother says, turning back to her work and sliding the cilantro into a bowl with other ingredients.
"I know but—" Basil tries again. Kairos stands up and takes a few wobbly steps to the television cabinet where the one-year-old somehow attempts to turn the volume up so he can hear the news over the arguing.
"Turn the TV off. You have three seconds before—" The mother said, with finality in her tone. Basil grumbled something under his breath before grabbing the remote and switching the channel. Kairos fell back on his butt in surprise and then crawled back over to Basil, demanding to climb into his lap.
"Fine, fine." Basil picked Kairos up and set him on his lap again, where the baby fell asleep after a couple of minutes.
HOUSE FIRE KILLS FAMILY OF FIVE, LEAVES CHILD ALIVE
In a devasting turn of events, the Xanthopoulos were killed in a house fire. The only one who survived is the youngest child, aged 6. He is rumored to be the child of the now-imprisoned Vassilious, who was convicted of eight homicides. While his biological parents remain in Azkaban, his adopted family died an untimely death, leaving him to be sent over to the authorities again to find a new home. In the meantime, there's an investigation of the cause of the house fire that is ongoing. While many everyday civilians believe it was just the misfortune of magic going wrong or something of the like, the investigation department has taken the case in their hands after finding mysterious markings and unnatural dust in the ruins of the Xanthopulos' house.
"How is the vessel doing?" A figure in a dark hood turns to another who seems to be standing at the entrance of this darkened room. In the middle glows a symbol of sorts, an organization of strange shapes and ancient writing.
"He's awake, but he will need time to come to terms with everything." The figure in the entrance pulls down their hood to reveal long, dark, silky hair that curls around their face and cascades down their back. Their feminine appearance contrasts with the sunken look on their face. They seem troubled, even if their voice does not.
"That is good. When do you estimate will be the best time to commence preparations? They will want to be with us as soon as possible." The hooded figure by the circle turns away from the woman and begins to walk, following the natural path of the writing.
"One or two months. Then the training and re-education will begin. Keeping that in mind, the vessel should be ready in approximately sixty months." The woman steps into the room and follows the figure as she speaks, looking down at the glowing seal.
The hooded figure stops, bending down to touch their fingers to the seal. Locks of silver hair slip out of from under their hood, but based on its condition, the hair definitely belongs to someone of good health and fair adulthood. "Good. Keep an eye on this one. He is the son of murderers, I believe? He may have some of their bad blood."
"True. We don't want to lose another vessel. It's a shame we haven't been able to get ahold of those twins. They would've been perfect." The woman speaks with a tone of disdain but not regret, with a curious sparkle in her eye. If you were to pay attention, you could sense her untrustworthiness.
"I know, it truly saddens me. But this vessel is good enough, maybe even better with the right arrangements. They will like this one, I promise." The figure stands again, their hood slipping just a little to reveal a young man with beautiful facial features, blue eyes, and long silver hair. He fixed his hood and walked towards the door.
"Let's hope your predictions are correct, brother." The woman followed him out, and the door to the room with the seal closed.
NEW EVIDENCE POINTS TO MISSING CHILD OF VASSILIOUS BEING CULPRIT OF DEVASTATING FIRE
After two weeks of investigation, it has been determined after a first sign of magic gone wrong, Kairos Vassilious, the adopted six-year-old that survived the fire that killed the Xanthopoulos, may have been the cause of their demise. However, no one can take in Kairos for investigation because after being taken into a foster home earlier this week, he mysteriously disappeared and his foster family has no memory of his existence amongst their familial ranks. More news will come soon.
BLOOD CULT AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING UNEARTHED
In a startling series of events that occurred just days ago, an underground cult that was found to be contributing vastly to a human trafficking ring was discovered by the Department of Magical Law Development in the British Ministry of Magic. In this human trafficking ring, several missing peoples were found and returned to their families, including the missing son of the convicted Vassilious, Kairos Vassiliou. Now 11 and in custody of the authorities, according to reports, Vassiliou seems to be displaying a range of symptoms for mental illness including sudden amnesia, depression, panic attacks, extreme fatigue, hopelessness, and withdrawal. He is due to undergo therapy and hopefully be able to aid the authorities in uncovering the rest of this ring and exposing and arresting all the members of this newly uncovered cult.
"What is this a picture of?" A man in a white lab coat, dressed well underneath, held up a picture of a guitar in front of a little boy. The little boy had his hands in his lap, squeezing each other tightly as he stared at the picture. His eyes changed color every minute or so, brown, onyx, blue, hazel, green, and back. His demeanor seemed to change as well, and he'd shift in his seat or fidget with something different or scowl or look down at the floor depending on the color.
The man in the lab coat pressed his lips together and attempted to redirect Kairos' attention. "Kairos, please focus. Can you tell me what this looks like?" The boy's head snapped back up and he trained his eyes on the picture. His lips wouldn't move though, even if he knew what the picture was.
"Kairos?" The man tried again, starting to sound defeated. This was week forty-three of therapy since Kairos had been rescued from the cult's headquarters in Hungary. No breakthroughs had made and investigators were beginning to get extremely restless.
A man in a black suit, standing by the door shook his head in disappointment and ushered in two guards. As the guards came to either side of the doctor, the man spoke. "Look, we appreciate your work, sir, but it's obvious you're not getting through to him. We have to call in someone else." Kairos shifted, looking around alarmed as his eyes rapidly changed from blue to green to brown as he took in the scene.
"But—" The doctor started, only to be cut off by the man at the door. The two guards on either side of him hooked their arms under his, ready to carry him away. The doctor shifted in their arms and tried to escape as he protested.
"Please escort Dr. Barnes." With a simple gesture, Dr. Barnes was promptly carried out of the room despite his squirming and protesting. The child sitting in the chair by the desk, temporarily forgotten, sat there frozen, his eyes stuck on blue before slowing changing to hazel, in which he fainted.
"Hey! Wait—" The doctor said, his last words as he saw Kairos faint before he was carried completely out of the room and could no longer see the little boy.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE, CHILD OF VASSILIOUS IN FOSTER SYSTEM AGAIN
Three years after the uncovering of a cult in Hungary, Kairos Vassiliou has re-entered society after being adopted by a Ukranian family. While staying with this family, he began attending Durmstrang and has shown to be a promising student. It is quite a relief to see someone who has suffered so much finally be able to lie life regularly. We were able to get a few words from his new parents, who say Kairos is doing well on his new medication and therapy.
A middle-aged woman in her early forties began setting down plates and utensils around a table, in which her adopted thirteen-year-old son walks in. She looks up, smiles softly, and asks "Which one is this? Eros? Zephyrus?"
"I'm Aristaeus. Eros spoke to you this morning, Zephyrus ate at dinner yesterday," the boy informed, rolling his eyes as he sat down at the table.
The husband of the woman, who was also sitting at the table, looked at his wife with concerned grey eyes and said,"Honey, I think we should invest in more intensive theraphy." Of course, the boy heard him, and his lips dipped into a frown as he glared at his adopted father, but he didn't say anything.
"No, we need to take this slowly. Ease him into it. It'll work eventually," The woman reassured, setting dishes on the table. As she passed by, she ruffled the boy's hair, and he swat her hand away before laughing a little. She smiled at him from the counter and brought more food.
"Mom, what's for dinner?" The boy asked, swinging his legs as he leaned forward to try and get a look at the dishes.
"In a second, Kairos." The woman said abesntmindely as she shifted around the kitchen space.
"Aristaeus." The boy reminded her. From across the table, the father grimaced and turned to his phone to read the news.
"Aristaeus." The mother repeated with a laugh.
LOCAL FAMILY WINS LOTTERY, MOVES TO BRITAIN
Local french family, the Martins, recently won the lottery. They are known by their neighbors to be fostering the infamous Kairos Vassiliou. Luck has fallen upon them, for they have won such a surmountous about of money, both parents have made plans for early retirement and have moved to Britain to live out their days of luxury in the British countryside.
"Get on the train, Kairos." Kairos' mother demanded, pushing him towards the train by his shoulders. The teenage boy huffed as he attempted to keep control of his luggage cart. All the while he was protesting, trying to find excuses.
"But what if I—" he began, but the mother wasn't having it. She started handing his luggage off to be stored in the back of the train.
She turned to him, waving her hands frantically as she spoke. "Get on the train! You'll see us again on winter break. Now get on the train!"
"Wait, I need to—" He tried again, trying to find some excuse or the other. His mother wasn't havin it.
"The train is going to leave!"
"Okay, okay, I'm going." Kairos sighed in defeat, hugged his mom and climbed onto the train. The firt window he saw, he came to and waved at his mom through the window until the train pulled away.