For the longest time, Albiorix felt like he was falling down some endless depth of darkness and despair. The world outside his body fading into the background as Albirox undoubtedly knew that dementor was administering its kiss. Sucking the soul right out of Albiorix and as it did, it begged the question that Albiroix had had before. What did it feel like? Albiorix had seen the kiss administered many times before and it was never pleasant. He had thought that the victim was forced to relieve his or her worst moments in repeat for the rest of their existence. But perhaps instead, this was it? Continous falling while the hope was removed, knowing that you will never find release. The thought almost seemed more terrifying, but when Albi thought of what he could be reliving, this was welcome. Though he would have to continue on knowing he didn't accomplish what he set out to. He didn't even get to start...<br/><br/>Though before his regret even began to settle in, his surroundings changed very suddenly. He stopped falling with a sudden jerk but he still wasn't on the ground, or he didn't think so. He was instead, hovering somewhere. Then the color began to return and the lights beginning to invade the dark and dreary space. He found himself standing in the small ministry office above his body as a strange began to check him. A slight of panic rising in the center of his chest as the man nearly checked his arm and caught glimpse of his dark mark. Though Albi wondered if it mattered? Was he dead? Or had his soul just been removed from his body? He had heard that the body lived on after being kissed by a dementor. Perhaps his soul had been dislodged but not consumed. It seemed the most likely scenario, only confirmed as he saw a slight of relief in the stranger's face as he seemed to find a pulse. But then seconds later he saw the man bind Albi's hands and feet before pressing his wand against Albi's chest. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Innervate.</span>" The simple spell sending Albiorix back into a spiral as he felt his soul pulled back into his body as it regained consciousness.<br/><br/>His eyes slowly opening, hazel orbs gazing around as the room around him came into focus again before they forced their attention on the man nearby speaking to him. Though he understood the words perfectly, he didn't respond immediately though not of his own will. His body felt, foreign. As if he had been violated in the worst of ways. Likely another side effect left on him by the dementor. Terrible beasts, he never knew why anyone wanted to use such a devilish creature. Though his bias likely came from his own vulnerabilities against the things.<br/><br/>Albiorix's eyes glanced around the floor, looking for his wand though it was nowhere in sight. He knew it had to be nearby, he had tried to use it against the dementor just moments before he fell. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Arthur McClagin, Muggle Liason Office.</span>" He lied, his eyes lifting to meet the man's once more. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I-I lost my w-wand.</span>" He feigned a stutter as he laid face down on the cold floor. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I d-d-didn't want to leave w-without it. I thought I l-left it here w-when I was talking to M-Margret this morning. Th-Thats w-when-that t-thing came up behind me. I-I thought I w-w-was dead!</span>" He began to mumble nervously with expertise before he feigned a ping of panic, as if recalling the events before the dementor's arrival. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I didn't k-know what to d-do without my wand. So I g-grabbed the nearest t-thing and flung it a-at it. B-But it seems papers h-h-have no effect on a dementor. Stupid, s-so stupid...</span>" He pretended to scold himself under his breath. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I-I just want o-out of this damned p-place. I thought they s-said it would be safe here! W-Who would bring d-d-dem-demen- whatever- those th-things here?</span>" He pretended he was too afraid to say the things name before looking towards Hawke. Hoping his act of being a timid office worker had worked on the Auror before him.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Thank god y-you came when you did. I d-don't want to think of what would ha-have happened had you be-been a few seconds slower.</span>" He mumbled again before pretending to realize something. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">O-Oh god- y-you must think I h-had something to do with this? D-Don't you?</span>" His hazel eyes grew large as he began to speak louder and faster as if panicked. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I s-swear I didn't s-sir! You saw h-how that thing attacked me! I s-swear I wasn't doing anything I sh-shouldn't have. Just l-looking for my wand!</span>" He squirmed under his magical bindings, his eyes looking up towards Hawke with a pleading expression.