Post by Avona G. Ivanovich on Jan 3, 2017 1:29:51 GMT -5
Business was business and having an innocent man locked away in the belly of Azkaban was unacceptable. Avona knew that something was wrong when searching through David Politis' records. His file was missing integral key points, and evidence. There was not a shred of evidence against him in his case file, therefore this innocent man had been locked away for the last five years without any valid reason or excuse. Dark Magic? Avona had raked the very pits of her mind, but it turns out that his wand was never turned in, nor located by the Aurors who had picked him up. Again, this was all unacceptable. To have had this slip under her nose in the fashion that it had left her angry.
Two weeks. It had taken her two weeks to finally get David Politis' name cleared of all charges and even another week to get permission from the board for release. Sometimes, she felt, it was near impossible to get anything done in a timely manner unless you forced it upon the ministry. The majority of them were lazy when it came to paperwork. Lazy when it came to actual work. If her aurors were not meeting numbers then she would have to let a few of them go and she already had a few names in place. Last week she had to run corrective action on a young recruit and she hoped to high hell that they could start reaching her standards.
There are some that may call the Ivanovich woman corrupt, but that was far from the truth. In fact it was so far from the truth. Rather than fighting for the cause of the ministry, Avona Ivanovich fought for the cause of the people. Just the the other day a document had crossed her desk naming Rabastan L. Lestrange, it had worried her for moment and before anyone could see what was written, she shredded the document. Perhaps it was the mother in her that caused her to do such, but she had a heart and no sixteen year old boy could possibly do what was mentioned. At least as far as the ministry was concerned.
Pressing her wand against the scanner that lead to the upgraded and more difficult to get out of Azkaban entrance, she slipped in. Her high heels clicking against the stone floor. The sound echoed around her as she turned down a hallway, that rather than heading up, ended up going down. No one could apparate from this building, no one could cast any magic, the walls were seeping black and dampening the atmosphere around them. Finally she made it to the steel door, pressing her hand against a small pad it flashed green and the sound of multiple locks shifting and turning could be heard.
This was the hall of the dead. Or so she had called it. All of the witches and wizards here were sentenced to death if their names couldn't make it through the judicial branches. Their crimes were too heinous to discuss openly and she wouldn't. That was the glory of being Head Auror. The horrors that were seen couldn't be recreated, and she would only bring up that up in the court of law. Most of the individuals in this hall were all placed here by her. Aside from David Politis and a few others with questionable sentencing. Turning a sharp corner she made it to the main corridor, lined with cells, the lighting here nearly too dark to see, save for the moonlight seeping in just through the chaotic waves the pressed against the glass. The deep and eerily green color could drive anyone mad. And that was exactly as she had hoped.
Avona was used to the cat calls, and she paid them no mind. Eyes watching her every move until she stopped in front of David's cell. Her fingers moving up to the slit, opening the door as she peered in at the ragged young man. "David Gweyn Politis, you have been found guilty under a mistrial by the Ministry of Magic. On this day, September 24th, 2016, you are a free man." Her words rang true down the hall as screams of agony swam about her. A devious smirk spread across her face. Those wallowing would remember his name, as the first wizard in the Hall of the Dead to be released, since she had held the position of Head Auror.
"As it stands, I have arranged you a home until you can find your feet. Unfortunately, you have no living members of your family left on this earth. I will provide you with what you need, but the rest you must do on your own."
David looked up at the small and perfectly poised witch. Her eyes done with a streamline of eyeliner, her hair in perfect curls that rolled over her shoulders as he scrambled to his feet. Silently he looked for any sign of deceit in her eyes. "Is he dead? Aristos? Did you catch him?" David's words were hushed and whispered as he watched her, his fingers holding onto the gap between them.
"Aristos?" Avona was clearly confused by his words and she shook her head.
"Aristos Lethe, he is the one who did it, he is the child killer." David plead with the head auror and the confusion on her face was just.
"I am sorry Politis, I do not know of who you speak. There were no notes of this Aristos Lethe in your file. If you could step back, I will unlock your cell now. But if you attack me, I will not hesitate to kill you." Her words were icy and as David stepped back from the door she did just that. The sound of steel scraping across the stony floor screeched down the length of the hallway. And there stood a hollow body of a many before her. He looked starved half to death, his hair reaching his buttocks, his fingers long an bony. Face gaunt and sallow. He looked ill, but the light and fire were still in his eyes.
"Where will you be taking me?" He was concerned as she motioned him forward. David took a few shaky steps and stood in the door frame of his cell. The place that he has called home for the last few years, and he surely thought that he was going to die here.
"To my friend Elijah. You have nothing to fear, so long as you are on your best behaviour and manners. Lest you forget either of those, then I would begin to worry about your life. Now please. We should get out of here before it gets too late." Avona motioned him forward and without hesitation, she lead him out the door, locking every thing up behind her in a quick fashion. Seeing him now in better light she knew that he was months away from dying in there, but she was thankful that she had found him justice.
"Elijah..." That name didn't ring any particular bells as David tasted the way it sounded on his lips, but soon they were outside and Avona had a strong grip on him as they apparated. He, in fact, was wandless, so there wasn't exactly anything he could do to her. But what he saw when they arrived took his breath away.
"Elijah? Are you home? I have a very, very large favor to ask of you."
Two weeks. It had taken her two weeks to finally get David Politis' name cleared of all charges and even another week to get permission from the board for release. Sometimes, she felt, it was near impossible to get anything done in a timely manner unless you forced it upon the ministry. The majority of them were lazy when it came to paperwork. Lazy when it came to actual work. If her aurors were not meeting numbers then she would have to let a few of them go and she already had a few names in place. Last week she had to run corrective action on a young recruit and she hoped to high hell that they could start reaching her standards.
There are some that may call the Ivanovich woman corrupt, but that was far from the truth. In fact it was so far from the truth. Rather than fighting for the cause of the ministry, Avona Ivanovich fought for the cause of the people. Just the the other day a document had crossed her desk naming Rabastan L. Lestrange, it had worried her for moment and before anyone could see what was written, she shredded the document. Perhaps it was the mother in her that caused her to do such, but she had a heart and no sixteen year old boy could possibly do what was mentioned. At least as far as the ministry was concerned.
Pressing her wand against the scanner that lead to the upgraded and more difficult to get out of Azkaban entrance, she slipped in. Her high heels clicking against the stone floor. The sound echoed around her as she turned down a hallway, that rather than heading up, ended up going down. No one could apparate from this building, no one could cast any magic, the walls were seeping black and dampening the atmosphere around them. Finally she made it to the steel door, pressing her hand against a small pad it flashed green and the sound of multiple locks shifting and turning could be heard.
This was the hall of the dead. Or so she had called it. All of the witches and wizards here were sentenced to death if their names couldn't make it through the judicial branches. Their crimes were too heinous to discuss openly and she wouldn't. That was the glory of being Head Auror. The horrors that were seen couldn't be recreated, and she would only bring up that up in the court of law. Most of the individuals in this hall were all placed here by her. Aside from David Politis and a few others with questionable sentencing. Turning a sharp corner she made it to the main corridor, lined with cells, the lighting here nearly too dark to see, save for the moonlight seeping in just through the chaotic waves the pressed against the glass. The deep and eerily green color could drive anyone mad. And that was exactly as she had hoped.
Avona was used to the cat calls, and she paid them no mind. Eyes watching her every move until she stopped in front of David's cell. Her fingers moving up to the slit, opening the door as she peered in at the ragged young man. "David Gweyn Politis, you have been found guilty under a mistrial by the Ministry of Magic. On this day, September 24th, 2016, you are a free man." Her words rang true down the hall as screams of agony swam about her. A devious smirk spread across her face. Those wallowing would remember his name, as the first wizard in the Hall of the Dead to be released, since she had held the position of Head Auror.
"As it stands, I have arranged you a home until you can find your feet. Unfortunately, you have no living members of your family left on this earth. I will provide you with what you need, but the rest you must do on your own."
David looked up at the small and perfectly poised witch. Her eyes done with a streamline of eyeliner, her hair in perfect curls that rolled over her shoulders as he scrambled to his feet. Silently he looked for any sign of deceit in her eyes. "Is he dead? Aristos? Did you catch him?" David's words were hushed and whispered as he watched her, his fingers holding onto the gap between them.
"Aristos?" Avona was clearly confused by his words and she shook her head.
"Aristos Lethe, he is the one who did it, he is the child killer." David plead with the head auror and the confusion on her face was just.
"I am sorry Politis, I do not know of who you speak. There were no notes of this Aristos Lethe in your file. If you could step back, I will unlock your cell now. But if you attack me, I will not hesitate to kill you." Her words were icy and as David stepped back from the door she did just that. The sound of steel scraping across the stony floor screeched down the length of the hallway. And there stood a hollow body of a many before her. He looked starved half to death, his hair reaching his buttocks, his fingers long an bony. Face gaunt and sallow. He looked ill, but the light and fire were still in his eyes.
"Where will you be taking me?" He was concerned as she motioned him forward. David took a few shaky steps and stood in the door frame of his cell. The place that he has called home for the last few years, and he surely thought that he was going to die here.
"To my friend Elijah. You have nothing to fear, so long as you are on your best behaviour and manners. Lest you forget either of those, then I would begin to worry about your life. Now please. We should get out of here before it gets too late." Avona motioned him forward and without hesitation, she lead him out the door, locking every thing up behind her in a quick fashion. Seeing him now in better light she knew that he was months away from dying in there, but she was thankful that she had found him justice.
"Elijah..." That name didn't ring any particular bells as David tasted the way it sounded on his lips, but soon they were outside and Avona had a strong grip on him as they apparated. He, in fact, was wandless, so there wasn't exactly anything he could do to her. But what he saw when they arrived took his breath away.
"Elijah? Are you home? I have a very, very large favor to ask of you."
Notes: Elijah Whitlock
