Albiriox turned his gaze away from Hawke a moment as he mentioned that he would have to leave his wand behind while he was escorted out of the building. He hid his frown as his eyes searched for the familiar make of his dark laurel wood wand though he couldn't see it anywhere. It was partly a blessing that when he had dropped it that it had fallen out of sight, because had this Auror seen his wand he would have known his identity within seconds. Though now that Albi would be leaving the ministry, with an escort no less, there was no way he could leave his wand here. No doubt someone would come across it later and even this simple cover would be blown. Plus he couldn't do anything without his wand. It was the equivalent of missing both his arms. His eyes turning back to face Hawke just as he began to explain why he had placed Albiorix in these magical restraints. The fact that he had fallen hook, line, and sinker for Albi's timid act begged for Albiorix to flash a grin, though instead, he continued to lay flat, pretending to be in shock just as he could feel the restraints on his wrists and ankles magically disappear. He rotated his wrist a bit as they were free to move again. He glanced around for a second more, coming to a quick decision. He closed his eyes as he slowly began to lift himself off the ground, grunting aloud very loudly in hope to cover up any sounds that may come next as he focused with all his might on two simple words. '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Accio Wand.</span></i>' Wordless magic Albiorix was experienced with, though he have never once even attempted to use magic without his wand. Though he knew it was possible. Hell, there were wizards all over the world that didn't even own wands. Such as those that lived down in Africa. Instead, they simply needed their hands to summon the same spells that wands did. And as he continued to push himself up, concentrating, he felt something solid and thin enter the palm of his hand. He didn't even have to look to know what it was. His fingers running over the groves along the base and the pentagonal grip. His wand.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/harry-potter-inspired-wood-wand-black-palm-ebony-udu2ny01otywnc4yntywndm-png.1476/" title="harry-potter-inspired-wood-wand-black-palm-ebony--UDU2Ny01OTYwNC4yNTYwNDM=.png">
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</div> <br/>​</div>A wave of relief washed over him as he felt the security of holding it in his hand once more.Quickly slipping it into his pocket and out of sight as he finally straightened up, standing tall beside Hawke. Now there was only one more thing he needed to grab before leaving this room. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You know, you really don't have to escort me out. I'm sure I'll be fine. Wh-what's the likely hood of running into a de- one of those things a second time in one day?</span>" He pretended that he was starting to calm down as he started to stutter a bit less. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Though I do appreciate it, and won't resist if you in-insist.</span>" He stepped out of the small records room towards Hawke as they both started to leave the Oblivator's Headquarters. As he passed the desk that Hawke had so conveniently left his papers he picked them up in a quick motion. Immediately, beginning to speak again as to mask the sound of the paper folding into his pocket. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You were pretty good at handling that dementor- you know?</span>" He let out a small sigh as he finally said the name of the beast. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Though I-I could have handled him myself- had I had my wand... ya know.</span>" He scratched the back of his neck anxiously as he let out a nervous laugh. Moving down and out of the hall back towards the lifts that would take them both into the main atrium. A question still nagging in the back of his mind since he entered the ministry. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Do you know who would bring those things into the ministry? I thought we had seen the last of those things when...</span>" Albiorix's voice quieted as he pretended to be afraid to even mention him. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"><i>You-Know-Who </i>died. Could it be... his followers? The Death-Eaters?</span>" Feigning a slight quiver in his voice as Albiorix asked but didn't fake his own interest in the questions. He was very interested to know what had occurred here just moments before he entered the ministry and no doubt this Arthur McClagin would be interested as well.