Once more Albiorix snapped back into existence in the small kitchen area of his 'home'. A few plates clinking silently as the wave of energy collided with the loose cabinetry. Albiorix standing in the middle of the kitchen as he heard the soft noise of the TV in the living room playing. Other than that the house was quiet. Albiorix carefully stepping through the house as his ears searched for another sound, either the sound of Margret or the nurse he had issued her. But there wasn't a single noise beyond the quiet monologue of a news anchor on the TV.<br/><br/>Albiorix stepped into the living room as he saw Margret sleeping soundly in her plush armchair. Though the nurse was no where to be seen as Albiorix glanced around the room. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">The curse wore off, he tried to make a run for it, but don't worry darling, I dealt with him.</span>"A cold yet familiar voice sounded from just behind Albi, quickly turning around before his eyes landed on the slim figure of<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-na.ssl-images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FM%2FMV5BMTk0MjI5MzY1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNzE2MTIwNTE%40._V1_UX214_CR0%2C0%2C214%2C317_AL_.jpg&amp;hash=69d9691c1bada0244b2d816229af6687" href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTk0MjI5MzY1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNzE2MTIwNTE@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">[Rosa]</a></span>as she sat at the small dinning room table to the side of the kitchen. Her legs crossed,wearing a tight fitting leather looking 'jump suit' that seemed some odd mix between a muggle and a death eaters outfit. Flashing that brilliant bright smile as she slowly stood up, tossing her braided hair over her shoulder as she moved towards Albi with arms opened wide. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Rosa...</span>" Albirorix breathed, sounding slightly annoyed as she pulled him into a tight hug. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Nice to see you too Albi.</span>" She responded as she finally let him loose. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Can't you at least pretend to be happy to see me, hm?</span>" She lifted her hand to grab Albi's chin carefully, to which Albi pulled away.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Why are you here Rosa?</span>" Albiorix got straight to the point, there was once a time in his life that Rosa was a person who could improve Albiorix's mood just by being near him, but that was many years ago and since then Albi and her had had quite the falling out. So he knew her presence here was not just a casual visit. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Come now, Albi. I just wanted to stop in and see how you're doing? Wondering why in the hell you summoned the dark mark right in the middle of London?</span>" Her tone began rather light and cheery though as she asked the second question it turned a bit more dark and demanding. Giving Albiorix a rather rough glare as she waited for some reason he might have to justify his actions. To which Albiorix just stepped away from her back towards the living room and the TV playing. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Albiorix, I thought you said you were done? Then what the hell are you doing killing a muggle in the heart of London?</span>" She asked once more, her tone turning a bit more sour. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Quiet down, what does it matter to you anyways? You've run back off to reassemble whatever semblance of a life you had left.</span>" Albiorix said as he turned the TV off, stepping back towards the kitchen. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">It matters because there are people that don't want you bringing more unwanted attention to them.</span>" She said sharply as her bright brown eyes bore into Albi's. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">And you promised me you were finished. You don't owe them anything anymore so just, stop-</span>"<br/><br/>Albiorix cut her off with a flick of his hand. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I'm not doing this for them anymore. I don't give a fuck what Voldemort would want, what mother and father would want. They're all dead now- I'm doing this for me."</span>He pulled the door closed that separated the dining room from the living room as to let Margret sleep in peace. Rosa standing quiet a moment. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Well, if not for them, then I suppose I don't care what you're up to. Just, maybe, don't go off sending the dark mark? What's up with that?</span>" She asked, her tone having lost a portion of its viciousness. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I needed the ministry to notice.</span>" Albiorix said simply as he moved to kinda sit/lean on the table top. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">You needed the what-? Are you actually insane? Or suicidal? Please don't tell me it's the second.</span>" She said, just a hint of worry in her voice. "No Rosa," Albiroix was quick to respond, waving his hand to dismiss her. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">It's more than both of that, but it's impossible to explain.</span>" He said simply, though it seem to quell Rosa's unease. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I'm fine, it has to do with my past.</span>" He looked her in the eye and she offered a small nod, looking away. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Should have figured.</span>" She grumbled as she moved towards the kitchen door.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Well, if that's the case, I suppose you don't need me then. Just- no more dark marks, alright? You're gonna attract unwanted attention to yourself from more than the ministry.</span>" She said as she glanced out the dusty window over the sink. Albi didn't feel like arguing with her to see if she'd stay, despite him knowing that was what she wanted. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I can't promise anything.</span>" He sighed as he moved to stand in the doorway to the kitchen. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Whatever, you never could. Just don't get caught, I don't wanna have to hear about how you were killed in the Daily Prophet, or worse, sent to Azkaban.</span>" She said as she flipped her hair in a dignified fashion just before she snapped from existence, leaving Albi alone in the kitchen once more.<br/><br/>It was an hour later that Albiorix's owl gently tapped at the window. Pulling Albi from his line of thoughts about today's events that have already occurred, and those that were soon to come. Stepping over he opened the window and let the old bird in. To which it dropped the files on the counter before hopping along to grab a few biscuits from a plate already set out for her. Albiorix didn't waste anytime as he pulled up the rolled up pieces of papers. There was enough here, with any luck Theo had cleared the ministry of all files concerning the Southwick case, making it that much harder to track. Albiorix flipping through the reports as he found the list of names he got from the Oblivator's headquarters. But it seemed that the one stashed in the muggle liaison office was more complete than his. It seemed that they kept eyes on the 'victims' and kept the records up to date. Albi flipping through as he found out that of the original twelve minus the five five that died during the accident, three more had already passed due to illness or old age. Leaving Fredrick, who was just killed, and three others. Though, there was still two names missing from these reports. Harrol Kane was barely mentioned, having been accused of killing all the muggles and injuring the other seven. Plus another... Albiorix glanced to the last names. Soon seeing that two of the three survivors lived together, a couple. Living in the countryside out side of Southwick. Perhaps he would visit them next, and with any luck, they would know the name of the mysterious thirteenth 'victim'. Besides, he couldn't exactly ask the other name listed in these reports. Turning the page to the final report besides the couple he just mentioned.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i>'Margret Harte' </i><br/>
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<i>Location: Unknown</i><br/>
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<i>Age: 87</i><br/>
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<i>Height: 5'3</i><br/>
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<i>Weight: 120 lbs</i><br/>
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<i>Status: Oblivated </i><br/>
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<i>Notes: Margret sustained minimal injuries from the blast that killed and injured many of her neighbors. A few unfortunate side effects of the Oblivation have left negative effects on the victim's mind. Causing the woman to develop an issue with retaining short term memories. Similar to a Muggle Disease called 'Alzheimer's' </i></span></span><br/><br/>Albiorix slowly pulling the paper from the pile of papers present, tossing it into the trash beside him Of the names listed here, she was the only one that Albiorix would consider a victim. And most certainly not one he was going to hunt down. He placed the papers down on the counter as he stepped back towards the Living Room. Noting how Margret still seemed to be deep in her sleep, she could sometimes sleep for an entire day. And with that thought in mind Albiorix gathered all her things, her medicine, some food and some drink and placed it on the end table near her. Figuring she would be alright on her own for a couple hours while he went to get this Auror off his trail..<br/><br/>Albi slowly looking towards the clock on the wall. Realizing how long he had wasted reading the files that were sent to him. He would likely need to to change soon if he wanted to make it to the Leaky Cauldron on time. With that he went to a room to the side of the house to get changed. Preparing himself for what would likely be the most odd date he had ever had. And that was saying something.