Elder Blood Witcher 297 Aftermath

In the end Amelia gets an almost perfect picture of what had happened, she had not believed them when they'd said they had killed almost everyone, mostly with swords... Such a thing is almost unheard of, the last instance of it occurring may have been G.o.dric Griffindor.

Amelia "I thank you both for being so cooperative, I'd like you to keep everything confidential for the time being, I'd like to make sure everything is accurate before releasing information to the press.

Reima nods, "We understand Madam Bones. I look forward to seeing Gibbon getting sent to Azkaban, Pure-Blood supremacists are what create Dark Lords, hopefully people will start thinking rationally about things." he adds as he downs the last of his tea and stands.

Amelia shakes his and Ciri's hand as they leave her office. She slumps in her seat and goes over the interview, finding nothing out of place. She hoped with her entire being that these weren't Death Eaters but just copy-cats, her prior experience with Death Eaters is not a good one, seeing as her family was brutally murdered in their homes by You-know-who's supporters. The biggest failure off the ministry in her opinion was letting rich pure-bloods get off simply by stating "I was under the Imperious", really. If it was that easy to take control of so many people then magical Britain would have fallen centuries ago.

Back with Reima he and Ciri were kind of lost inside the Ministry, it seems Madam Bones hadn't found it prudent to tell them the way out... He was also cautious of teleporting away due to them probably being monitored, it wouldn't surprise him if they had anti-apparition wards up. If he showed that he could teleport through anti-apparition wards then he'd probably be kidnapped by the Unspeakables...

Reima "You want to visit Tonks? She's probably around here somewhere..." he asks, not knowing whether or not Ciri actually liked Tonks.

Ciri shrugs, "Let's not... I'd prefer to just get home, we also need to pick up our tent." she says, reminding him that he had indeed almost forgotten about it, despite moaning to Amelia about it.

They eventually find the way out which leads into London... For some reason? Wouldn't it make more sense for the entrance to be in Diagon alley or something? Regardless the duo dip into an alleyway and teleport to the fair ground that's still streaming with Auror's. Quite a few people have apparently returned to try and collect their valuables, they seem to be bothering the Auror's who are still searching for people under the rubble. Looking to get some revenge on Ciri he says "I'll go help look for people underground as I have a few abilities that can help... You'll be fine taking the tent down, won't you?"

Ciri frowns "Of course I can, do I look like a child to you?" she says indignantly, not realising she'd just been tricked by an ecstatic Reima.

Reima "Right, than I'll leave you to it, Ciao!" he says while briskly walking away.

Ciri "Uh, you tripe spouting trickster!" she shouts when she realises what he'd just done.

Reima starts walking around the burned campsite, using Observation Haki to try and scan for magical aura's. This seems to be an incredibly good way at finding buried people as before two hours pa.s.s he'd already found three people, he's happily rewarded with many, many kisses by the overeager Veela... For some reason they seem incredibly attracted to him, not that he's complaining of course.

As this happens he's being watched by a few jealous Auror's who're gritting their teeth every time he saves someone, the fact that they're Veela only adding insult to their injuries.

Reima waves at them while absolutely covered in various colours of lipstick, "Good work guys, hopefully we'll find anyone who's still trapped." he says, making them mentally cry at how lucky he was.

Reima was having a good time going about s.h.i.+fting rubble, that is, until he walked into the more heavily damaged area that the Death Eaters had first attacked. There was no aura's around but that didn't fool Reima, he knew that while there wouldn't be survivors, the bodies would be plenty. He started to pick random piles and carefully digging through them, he started to find people who died from the fire, suffocation or simply being crushed. His happy mood from earlier was easily dampened by line up of corpses behind him, it only being made worse due to the majority of them being either young adults or children. Those sick c.u.n.ts had attacked an event that was incredibly popular with all ages, leaving this as the result.

He kept a stern face as if he didn't he'd feel the need to go hunt down the "Innocent" Death Eaters immediately, his fury only increasing with every body he finds. He'd only finished when the sun was

high in the sky, people gathered around him and the huge line of bodies laid behind him. Some weeping as they recognise a brother, sister, parents or even children. Even the press didn't wish to disturb this tragic scene and put the camera's away, even those who hadn't lost anyone gathered to mourn for those lost.

Reima quietly dipped away after doing all he could, he'd gotten back to his tent to find Ciri finally finis.h.i.+ng packing up the tent... The fact that she'd taken a couple hours to do it caused Reima to chuckle through his terrible mood. "Let's go home, shall we?"

Ciri nods tiredly, despite the nap she'd had a couple hour ago she was exhausted, mentally and physically.