The Confundus Conspiracy; or, Youngblood Circle (confundere) wrote,
The flyover team apparated into the Parliament's central lobby where, thankfully, a ladies' toilet was nearby for Tonks to unlock and take care of her unfortunate reaction to onion rings. Then it was off to inspect the red-benched House of Lords chamber, all of them still Disillusioned and silent, as there were bound to be guards in and out all night.
The Aurors cruised and hovered on their brooms just above the benches to avoid detection of footfalls. The Scrutinisers of Government had far nicer benches than the plain green ones in the Commons chamber; several of the Aurors couldn't resist dropping down into a few of them. But they were there to check for Death-Eaters' magical signatures in the Chambers, not to lounge on the benches and Throne that looked as if they'd belonged in Godric Gryffindor's banquet hall.
The metaspectral sensing equipment wasn't picking up anything here; Jeri pounced on something her photonegative goggles homed in on under a bench, but it turned out to be somebody's digital notebook left behind. The special Pellucidus diagnostic spell with their wands likewise failed to pick up residual signatures here either, as did Tonks' photonegative glasses.
It appeared that no Death-Eaters had mixed with Scrutinisers or revisers of legislation in the past forty-five days. Hestia gave her wand signal to move on to the Commons chamber, where the actual legislating tended to happen. Perhaps things were powerful (and loud) enough in there for blokes like Rookwood and Dolohov to peddle influence incognito.