Post by Benjamin Reynolds on Jun 21, 2012 16:41:49 GMT -8
November 15th, 2011
645 p.m.
Ben tapped his pencil on the desk. It was after hours back home at his actual office, he and Dorothy had closed up shop for the night and would go their separate ways. For Ben, closing time in London just meant that he needed to open up shop at Azkaban. Newly appointed to the position of psycho-analyst here was a change from the norm in the other realm, but he considered himself in a world where nothing was quite normal to begin with. He had to open his mind even further here, knowing that anything could happen at any given moment as it was a magical world. He chuckled to himself, thinking of magical properties and this realm that defied a lot of scientific studies in the muggle world, but exposure to this place made him a lot more susceptible to the dangers of it, but it was well worth the risk as he felt it made him a better psych.
The summons had read for him to be at this location at 7 p.m. to speak with a prisoner who may have some information that was pertinent to an ongoing investigation for the Regime. Fugitives. Many of them meek, innocent refugees who were just trying to survive, others were seen as traitors, enemies, powerful witches and wizards who had it out for the government. This was nothing new to Ben, as he'd seen both types of situations in both realms he lived in. The summons demanded his help and so there he was, sitting patiently at the oakwood desk, a couple of empty chairs across from him, a simple lamp hanging above the desk and other simple furnishings that made this look more like an office instead of an interrogation cell.
With a slight yawn, Ben reached out and opened the file on his desk and took a good look at the photo. EZRA WHYATT was written boldly on the tab of the folder, as well as his mug shot. Narrowing his eyes, Ben looked deep into the photographed eyes of this so-called criminal. They were familiar. PRISONER 317.
"Father: Adam Whyatt, deceased. Mother Carrie Whyatt, aged 60. Brother Daniel Whyatt, aged 29, Imperium G--" That's what Ben got for not reading things for this job to prepare. This guy was here in Azkaban and his brother was a guard? He must have done something terrible. Still, he greatly disliked getting caught by surprise before a session, but he took the information in and kept on reading. "Sister-in-law...nephew...former Auror."
Ezra Whyatt, he repeated to himself. "Age 31." That's what it was. Hogwarts. Ben and Ezra were classmates, he remembered this man. "Graduated Hogwarts in 1997, from Gryffindor house. Certificated Auror by the Ministry of magic...Incarcerated...documented and signed by Daniel Whyatt."
Intrigued? Yes. Ben raised a brow before his eyes skimmed the page again, as he was waiting patiently for one of the guards to bring Ezra to this room. Apparently the boy was an auror prior to the takeover of the current leader, Trevor Williams, and was sent in by his own brother? Ben had seen his share of juicy cases like this but what had his brothers knickers twisted enough to ship him to prison?
The objective was to get this man to talk. Benjamin knew it was going to be a bit of a challenge, and he was going to make it happen. Folding his hands together, Ben eyed the clock and simply waited.
645 p.m.
Ben tapped his pencil on the desk. It was after hours back home at his actual office, he and Dorothy had closed up shop for the night and would go their separate ways. For Ben, closing time in London just meant that he needed to open up shop at Azkaban. Newly appointed to the position of psycho-analyst here was a change from the norm in the other realm, but he considered himself in a world where nothing was quite normal to begin with. He had to open his mind even further here, knowing that anything could happen at any given moment as it was a magical world. He chuckled to himself, thinking of magical properties and this realm that defied a lot of scientific studies in the muggle world, but exposure to this place made him a lot more susceptible to the dangers of it, but it was well worth the risk as he felt it made him a better psych.
The summons had read for him to be at this location at 7 p.m. to speak with a prisoner who may have some information that was pertinent to an ongoing investigation for the Regime. Fugitives. Many of them meek, innocent refugees who were just trying to survive, others were seen as traitors, enemies, powerful witches and wizards who had it out for the government. This was nothing new to Ben, as he'd seen both types of situations in both realms he lived in. The summons demanded his help and so there he was, sitting patiently at the oakwood desk, a couple of empty chairs across from him, a simple lamp hanging above the desk and other simple furnishings that made this look more like an office instead of an interrogation cell.
With a slight yawn, Ben reached out and opened the file on his desk and took a good look at the photo. EZRA WHYATT was written boldly on the tab of the folder, as well as his mug shot. Narrowing his eyes, Ben looked deep into the photographed eyes of this so-called criminal. They were familiar. PRISONER 317.
"Father: Adam Whyatt, deceased. Mother Carrie Whyatt, aged 60. Brother Daniel Whyatt, aged 29, Imperium G--" That's what Ben got for not reading things for this job to prepare. This guy was here in Azkaban and his brother was a guard? He must have done something terrible. Still, he greatly disliked getting caught by surprise before a session, but he took the information in and kept on reading. "Sister-in-law...nephew...former Auror."
Ezra Whyatt, he repeated to himself. "Age 31." That's what it was. Hogwarts. Ben and Ezra were classmates, he remembered this man. "Graduated Hogwarts in 1997, from Gryffindor house. Certificated Auror by the Ministry of magic...Incarcerated...documented and signed by Daniel Whyatt."
Intrigued? Yes. Ben raised a brow before his eyes skimmed the page again, as he was waiting patiently for one of the guards to bring Ezra to this room. Apparently the boy was an auror prior to the takeover of the current leader, Trevor Williams, and was sent in by his own brother? Ben had seen his share of juicy cases like this but what had his brothers knickers twisted enough to ship him to prison?
The objective was to get this man to talk. Benjamin knew it was going to be a bit of a challenge, and he was going to make it happen. Folding his hands together, Ben eyed the clock and simply waited.