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The Confundus Conspiracy; or, Youngblood Circle (confundere) wrote,
@ 2006-02-28 15:45:00

Current mood:	cold
Current music:	I Was Watching You - by Roseanne Cash

In Parliament After Hours: Tonks and Company in Muggle London...
I will never fucking learn, Tonks told herself as she steered her newest Champion east on the flight down the river. Never eat sodding onion rings before a flyover. I've known since first year at Hogwarts that they go right through me. And good fucking British luck finding a WC open at this time of night! She gritted her teeth and tried by sheer force of will to keep her bowels in check. Mind over matter, or some such. Not exactly the most pleasant flyover she'd ever done, even allowing for the oppressive chill in the air.

Disillusioned, Tonks was joined on this trip by Hestia Jones and her squadron of Junior Aurors. They were on night-shift flyovers and inside inspections of Muggle government buildings in London, including Parliament and the High Court. The Prime Minister was vaguely aware of these infiltrations, having received a memo by owl post from Minister McGonagall some five months before; whether he remembered anything of it or not was questionable. Death-Eaters were said to be infiltrating the British government through blending into Muggle political circles and being appointed to posts as high-ranking as possible. The same thing was rumoured to be occurring in the United States government as well, the British and European baddies likely assuming that the current U.S. President wouldn't know a "Death-Eater" from Darth Vader. Death-Eaters gravitated toward centers of power like moths to a street lamp; and since the death of Lord Voldemort and subsequent fall of Bellatrix Black Lestrange (my Auntie Bella, would-be Dark Lady of Wizarding Britain, as Jovana once called her; well, so much for the Madwoman in the Manor...), they'd been left without a firm candidate for designated leader. Now, apparently swallowing their Muggle-hating pride, they were attempting to expand their influence into Muggle Europe through assimilation and infiltration into government ministries in that world.

And so Tonks, Hestia, Corvus Sawney, Jeri Khan-Creevey, Marcelene Thomas and Nathan Todd had been sent out with magical night-vision and sensing equipment geared for Dark Energy and Magical Signatures, on night-time flyovers identical to the ones they'd undertaken while Bellatrix had been still at large. An Auror's work is never done, even when the latest Dark-Powered threat seems to have been overcome.

The gothic spires of Parliament were coming up immediately on their right. First order of business: Tonks to apparate into a loo before something nasty had to be Scourgified.

Tonks wondered how Jovana and her lot were doing with their flyovers in Muggle Washington on the Night Ship. She hoped for their sakes that the old craft had a loo on board.

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confundere
2009-01-11 05:54 pm UTC (link)

A janitorial team were still in the Commons chamber. No guards were to be seen, but the Disillusioned team of Aurors needed to slip through the one open door single-file nonetheless, remount their brooms, and hover across the ceiling until the Muggle cleaning blokes (two of the three, thankfully, had their ears glued to portable mp3 players) cleared out with their vacuums and such.

Now down the rows of green benches, wands set to Pellucidus settings, Tonks with her old charmed Muggle goggles, Marcelene with her bonafide Russian version. They'd been joking earlier about whether Death-Eaters would run for Labour or Conservative seats, and where they might stand on immigration questions. The American witches and wizards Moody and Hermione had corresponded with had made a point of saying that Death-Eaters wouldn't be out of place among the ex-Klansmen and former Dixiecrats that had gotten themselves elected to the Muggle U.S. Congress.

Something, invisible arms reached out of the blue, grabbed Tonks and pulled her off her Disillusioned broom faster than she could yell out a warning. Nathan and Jeri were similarly caught and wrenched off their brooms. Hearing their cries, the others dropped their concealment and rushed to the aid of their colleagues, wands drawn defensively. "Infra-red! Show yourselves!" Hestia cried to the invisible assailants, swooping to the front of the chamber, directly in front of Tonks' prone form on the carpet.

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