Answer the question!((Plot people))

[madeye]

His wooden leg made a dull thumping sound at every step Alastor took. He was tired after being on guard-duty for a long time and thenhaving some Order business to take care of. The joint that held his wooden leg in it’s place was starting to give off a dull ache as he slowly stomped through the corridors in the Ministries building. He had pulled some threads and he had been granted the right to question the Death Eater again with a few extra people. The Hogwarts Express attack had been bad. Especially that young girl dying. Alastor couldn’t eactly find as much sympathy for the Slytherin boy who had been blinded. He was a Slytherin and Alastor was suspicious about the loyalties of him. But he couldn’t be too bad or the Death Eaters would have avoided attacking him. Yet he was alive unlike that young Hufflepuff girl. Pennington was her name.

Grunting as some auror trainees greeted him politely as they stepped away from his way Alastor kept his wand trained on his wand. One could never be too careful. Attack could come at any time from any direction. Diagon Alley and the Hogwarts Express attacks were clear examples of this. Who knew what Voldemort was planning now. Maybe the Ministry would be the next target as people looked towards the Ministry with certain expectations. Aurors were expected to protect the people. Even with the tabs giving Death Eaters an advance. It was always easier to be a villian Alastor figured.

Stepping into the foyer of the building Alastor glanced at the big clock. Everybody still had 5 minutes of time to come. He wouldn’t wait for anyone being late as time was precious. Alastor had been present when the aurors had interrogated the prisoner and douted they would be hearing anything more. But the Order had decided that the prisoner sohuld be interrogated once again. Maybe they would hear something new? Could aciddentally ask some questions that would crete a reaction and tell them something new?
With his magical eye whirling around almost frantically Alastor stood completely still as he waited for people to arrive showing no sign of his wearyness.

[arthur]

The clock chimed the hour. Arthur's droopy eyes raised to survey the time. Barely seeing it, he went back to his work. In his dingy office, he shuffled a vast amount of papers. Even his study of work, Muggles, related somehow to the attacks. Muggles were noticing more and more lately, making Arthur stay away from home longer and longer. His worried expression made a few lines on his face appear. The train attack had been clearly a catastrophe. It had been bothering him all day, etching deep lines that showed clearly now. The poor girl that had died....Pennington had been her name. Arthur smiled bitterly. The Order had only captured one of the Death Eaters that had attacked the train. One was not enough. At some times, Arthur wished he could have been on the train too, possibly preventing the death from happening? Then, after thinking this, he would always be reminded he was lucky not to have been chosen to go. Not many people survived an encounter with a Death Eater.

Arthur sighed, shuffling his papers some more before laying them on the big desk in a corner. He had ten minutes until he had to meet Alaster on the foyer to question the captured Death Eater again. He had been one of the people who believed another interrogation should be held. The Order had decided to after talking it over. He was a bit apprehensive about it, of course. He was never good at trying to force things out of someone, especially someone who refused to do so, like this Death Eater. They hadn't gotten anything much during the last talk. Arthur pushed his way out of the room, hitting his foot against his partners desk in the process. Once outside in the bigger halls, Arthur tried to breath regularly. He always had trouble catching his breath, since events seemed to flash by so fast. He had trouble keeping up often. Putting his wand in his sweater pocket, he trudged toward the meeting place set up by Moody.

The elevators seemed to be especially slow. Arthur tapped his foot against the floor, having to do something with himself. His fingers kept slipping to his wand, having to remind himself it was still there. The Order was very important to Arthur, just as important as his job. Perhaps if the Death Eater talked, he would save a few lives in the process? It was all wrapped up and topped with a triple-knotted bow; hard to undo, but not impossible. Finally, the elevator doors unclasped and came apart, allowing Arthur to pass through. Ministry workers were bustling here and there. It was that time of the day. Most people wore a look that resembled Arthur's: Worried and worked overtime. Arthur sighed again, ran a hand through his thinning hair, before stepping toward the foyer. He saw a figure there which had to be Moody. He put on a grim look before stepping into the light. "Hello Alastor." he greeted with a brief nod.

[Bill Weasley]

" Fleur, please, you know I have to do this," Bill Weasley looked into the big blue eyes that belonged to Fleur Delacour. He hated it when she was angry; especially when she was angry at something he was going to do. She didn't want him to go, and could he really blame her? Bill knew that she was staying up late most nights waiting for him to come back from Order business, and he knew that was putting a real strain on her. Hell, it was putting a real strain on him! Most days, he would get up to go to Gringotts early in the morning, then he would come home for a couple of hours, and then he would spend most of the evening doing Order business. He was tired, depressed, and slowly running out of steam. He fumbled with the little box that held the tiny engagement ring in his pocket trying to decide if this was the right moment. Biting his lip, he gave her a kiss and a hug. " I will come back as soon as I can, love."

Opening the door, he put on his brown cloak as he took his front stairs two at a time. He turned around and took one last look at his home only to see Fleur staring out the window at him longingly. Turning away, he disappeared to only reappear a few seconds later in front of a run down telephone booth in London. Stepping into the booth, he picked up the receiver and punched the appropriate numbers. " Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business," said the pleasing voice on the other end. " Um, Bill Weasley. Interrogation." After a brief pause, the voice came back on. " Thank you. Please register your wand with security upon your arrival." A little silver badge with his name and the word 'interrogation' clunked out of the change slot. Affixing it to the front of his robes, he let the little elevator whisk him to the foyer of the Ministry.

Stepping out of the elevator, he surveyed the the grand entrance. He had only been to the Ministry a couple of times before, and they had both been to visit his father. The newly rebuilt fountain gurgled away, and very busy witches and wizards bustled around. Bill soon noticed Mad Eye and his father waiting for the others to arrive. " Hey Dad." Bill patted his father on the back, and turned towards Mad Eye. " How are things these days, Mad Eye?"

[madeye]

Alastor stood still in the middle of the room not moving himself. Other people passed him with a bit of a circle. His magical eye found Arthur the moment he stepped into the room and Alastor observed him approaching turning sideways as Arthur reached him. Grunting in responce to Arthur’s reply Alastor looked at the clock on the wall counting along seconds as they ticked off. He would be gone the second time struck.
Turning his black beady eye to Arthurs boy Alastor grunted at his question.
„Things are bad.“ Turning away again to look at the clock Alastor grunted as it was time to move on. Turning without a word Alastor slowly started to stomp away towards the interrogation rooms moving without problems in the numerous hallways in the aurors section of the building.

Stopping at the correct door Alastor turned to look at the two persons accompaying him growling out a few orders. „Keep in mind that you aren’t officials or aurors. So watch carefully what you say and don’t be too agressive.“ The scars on Alastaors face seemed to deepen a bit as he pushed the door open and stepped into the interrogation room. The room wasn’t overly big and it was bleak. White floor, three chairs around a small and a bit wobbly table. One chair for the prisoner nad two on the opposite side of the table for the interrogators. Stepping to the corner on the right from the door alastor stood still with his head lowered a bit to wait for the prisoner to arrive.

[jugson]

Jugson didn’t argue or fight back when the guards came to take him from his cell. He knew he didn’t have a choice but to go with them. But if he didn’t fight, then at least these stinking aurors wouldn’t have an excuse to touch him. Staring around almost hungrily Jugson wondered what else might be coming to him. An other interrogation? Most probably. Yet the aurors would not hear any new information from him. Jugson’s lips were sealed. He had no other place to go but the Dark Lord. He wouldn’t betray him and therefore completely doom his life. When the Dark Lord returned to power and ruled over England Jugson would have his chance for revenge. And oh, those who had crossed him would suffer. They would suffer a lot until they would beg for the mercy of death.

Jugson was pushed through the interrogation door and he moved calmly to the chair meant for the prisoner and settled down while his right arm – his wand arm – was magically tied to the chair. Raising his left hand Jugson scratched his bit overly big nose and yawned, not bothering to hide the gesture behind his hand. A weak insult, but it was the most he could do in this position. Looking around the room Jugson saw that it was no different from the otherinterrogation rooms he had been in. Once again Jugson cursed his bad luck and his company for the mission when he was captured.

Only now looking up Jugson looked at the people in front of him. Red-heads and too many freckles. Jugson sneered while pointing a bony finger at the older man, disregarding the boy as a no one. What could he do? Was he even out of school? Lanky fellow with unfortunately ugly features. Not that his parents were much better.
“You aren’t ministry officials. I don’t have to answer to anyone’s questions but the aurors unless I wish so,” Jugson tried to stand for moment before recalling that his hand was tied. Sitting back Jugson somehow managed to avoid looking overly clumsy or falling.
“This is not allowed by the ministries laws and I’ll be sure to fail a complaint about it. Perhaps even cost you your job, Weasley,” Jugson looked around the room as if looking for someone to complain to. Only to have his eyes fall on the old Mad-Eye himself. Stupid man had cost a lot of good men his freedom. But he made Jugson wary. Mad-Eye was a too old lion to be taken carelessly.
“What is the meaning of it. Mad-Eye I want to see your seniors immediately and put this blasphemy to an end. I refuse to talk to scum.”

[arthur]

Arthur greeted Bill with a grim smile. "Hello, Bill." He turned away to survey the clock to hide a sliver of surprise. He should have known Bill would be coming, after all he was a part of the Order, but seeing his son standing there, ready, made Arthur feel a bit queasy. That was the sacrifice, however, for defeating You-Know-Who. There was no other alternative but to let those willing to help, well, help. He sighed and ran a hand through his thinning hair to show a minimum of distress. After a few moments, Alastor turned and stumped out of the room. Arthur followed him without hesitation. The older man stopped at a closed door and began issuing orders to the two Weasley's. Arthur nodded curtly, making sure his tolerance was wide for any insults that would surely come.

The doors were opened and they stepped inside a drab room. Arthur wasn't surprised at the situation of what little furniture there was. It was a perfect interrogation room. He filed inside after Mad-Eye. The silence racked his brain and made him shift in anticipation what was about to happen. The Death Eater, Jugson, was going to come in and they were going to ask questions. Right. Arthur remembered Moody's words and thought that it would probably be better for Mad-Eye to ask the first few questions, just so Bill and Arthur looked only like listeners. He glanced at Alastor quickly before averting his gaze to the door, which opened and in came Jugson. Arthur wrinkled his nose with dislike, only to increase that notion as the man sat down and began addressing complaints all over. Arthur merely forced a grimaced smile at the man.

"I believe you're in no position to be addressing orders, Jugson." Arthur said tightly when Jugson demanded to see Alastor's seniors. He sent a frown at the man before looking at Alastor with a raised eyebrow. Making it look like Mad-Eye was more in charge then he, Arthur stepped back into a place where Jugson's features were in full light. It was better if he could see him, for some facial movements often gave away a secret that didn't come out of the mouth. Arthur crossed his arms over his chest and made his lips form a tight line, waiting for Mad-Eye to make the first move.

[lupin]

Lupin tossed and turned wildly in the maroon satin sheets of the hotel he currently resided in. It seemed as though he had been living from a suit case for quite some time and it had become a part of his ever changing lifestyle. The room about him was cluttered with dirty clothes and old crumpled daily prophets, half empty coffee cups and and patches of hair from his werewolf nights. Remus had not been living the most luxurious of lifestyles recently, he had been far too pre-occupied with the war between good and evil. He had of course thrown himself into the middle again, vouching to protect those he cared about - The boy who lived, the child of his late best friend.

A bolt of panic shot through Remus' head as he sat up in bed, he had forgotten something... something very important. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair furiously as he darted about the room gathering things from here and there. He could not believe he had slept in, put off something as important as this. This was very unlike Remus, he was usually at the top of his game... remembering the smallest of details about every tiny thing. He pushed the door open quickly and let it slam behind him as he rushed down the dimly lit hall of the hotel. He had no time to waste.

A short thirty minutes later Remus entered the large doors at the ministry. This was were Mad-eye had told him they would be interrogating one of the death eaters that had caused so much chaos, and even death, on the Hogwarts Express. He trudged down the halls until he reached the door of the small room, he knew that Alastor was already behind the doors, getting to business without him. He sighed heavily, annoyed with himself, before knocking on the door. There was nothing left that he could do, besides stand and wait for the wrath of Mad-Eye.