Albiorix slowly looked around at the other departments of the ministry of magic as Hawke lead him down the long corridor back towards the lifts. The place looked so familiar to the last time he walked these halls, but it felt very different, unfamiliar. After Voldemort and his followers were expelled from the ministry it seemed that everything went back to the way they were before. Though this new version of the ministry, was not as foolishly blind as the one that came before under Minister Fudge. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Of course it helps if a wizard knows how to occlude his less than favorable experiences where a dementor can't get to them.</span>" Albi glanced back towards Hawke, realizing he had been speaking about his ability to resist the dementor's darkened pull. Sadly Occulmency was one of the only types of magic that Albiorix was unable to master. His only true weakness.<br/><br/>As Hawke began to detail the attack staged in the ministry just minutes prior Albiorix paid special attention to the words he spoke. Someone out there with the goal to end the minister's life. But who? Albiorix was had been rather certain for at least the last year, he had been the only Death Eater still active. Could there be another? But as Hawke continued to explain Albiorix was almost certain that this was not a Death Eater. Death Eaters were all masters of the dark arts, hell, they excelled at every type of magic and they had no fear of battling another wizard head on. No Death Eater would hide behind specters. But knowing that, begged another question. If not a Death Eater, who else could possibly know how to control a dementor... let alone a dozen? The question sent a shiver up Albiorix's spine. Though, with any luck, he wouldn't have another run in with whoever was attacking the ministry. And hopefully, they would leave Albiorix to his own devices.<br/><br/>As they walked along the corridor Albiorix remained lost in thought about the mysterious attacker. Though he suddenly came back to reality as they stopped outside Department of Invisibility. Albiorix eyeing Hawke curiously, noting how his body had suddenly gone rigid as if readying for battle. For a moment Albi was fearful that Hawke had finally seen through his guise. But instead, the man kept his eyes trained on the empty department before sending an orb of light flying into the rooms. Causing Albiorix to look into the room, his eyes following the orb as it zoomed about... searching for something. It wasn't more than a few seconds before the orb came flying back towards Hawke before dispersing in little trickles of silver whisps. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I'm sure it was nothing. Probably some... foolish soul like me hanging around longer than he should.</span>"  He glanced towards Hawke, realizing he had likely been rather unnaturally quiet this whole time. Having let his mind wander for a bit longer than he originally intended as they finally stepped into the lift.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Ah... pretty boring work most days, nothing like working in the Auror's office. I mainly keep record of witches and wizards in relationships. Making sure that everyone is keeping with the Statute of Secrecy...</span>" He glanced towards the ground, suddenly regretting choosing that department as the one he 'worked' for. There wasn't much more he knew about it mainly because when he was in the Ministry, Voldemort had disbanded the department almost immediately. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I pretty much sit at a desk all day, sending letters and filing paperwork.</span>" He let out a small sigh and a chuckle as they stepped out of the lift after it gave a 'ding' and the gate opened. Stepping back into the crowded area that was the atrium, Albi looked through the sea of witches as they spoke in hushed voices that combined into a dull roar. Albiorix was ready to get out of the ministry as soon as possible as he didn't want to run into someone actually from the Muggle Laison Office and have Hawke find out that Albiorix was not Arthur McClagin. Though he paused as he heard the man beside him exclaim with relief. Looking to the side just in time see Hawke embracing a younger looking version of himself. Except this version had much longer hair. And as the two were reunited he decided that now was the best time to escape into the crowd.<br/><br/>Within seconds Albiorix had practically disappeared into the crowd without even a word of goodbye. There was no way he was going to test his luck any longer with the Auror. He had just hoped that Albiorix had seemed rather boring to the man so that he wouldn't feel the need to look after him any longer. He rushed through the groups of witches and wizards, hearing them all talk about the attack. A few sobbing, likely over the lives lost to whoever had just tried to strike a critical blow to the Minister himself. Though Albi didn't hang around to listen too much, despite his interest in knowing who was behind the attack. Albiorix had his own problems to deal with and he needed to get out as soon as possible. The farther into the Atrium he got, the thinner the crowd got and as the space cleared up Albi picked up his pace into a jog as he moved towards the fireplaces lining a wide hallway. He moved into the wide archway of one, turning back to look at the crowd standing in the gold gilded atrium. Little did they know that this was not the last horrifying act that would occur today. He pulled the file from his pocket as he flipped through the files. Papers holding pictures and the details of nearly a dozen muggles. 5 already listed as deceased. He kept flipping till he found one nearby... One living right here in London. And with that address in mind a flicker of emerald flame erupted under Albiorix's feet engulfing him... and he was gone.