Ayama
Enthusiast
Name, Age:
Bryony Nakashima, 28
House, Role:
Gryffindor, Auror Taskforce leader
Bryony Nakashima, 28
House, Role:
Gryffindor, Auror Taskforce leader
Pet, Patronus:
None, swift
Wand:
Ash, ten inches, supple, dragon heartstring
None, swift
Wand:
Ash, ten inches, supple, dragon heartstring
Location: [Her office]
With: [No one]
Mood: [Brooding]
Bryony Nakashima was sitting in her office, staring at the wall. On it was a map of Britain with innumerable lines, pins, markings, and even newspaper cutouts. To the average passerby, it would seem like utter gibberish, but to Bryony it made perfect sense. Every few moments, she would jot down some notes on the piece of parchment sitting in her lap, then return to her contemplation of the wall. She frowned hard at it, muttering under her breath, clearly trying to come to some conclusion. The lines and markings and clippings represented Phalanx activity- anywhere they had struck or been believed to strike, anywhere evidence had indicated they might target or could be staying, anywhere Amarta Graedig was ever known to have been or thought to be.
Bryony had been tracking all of this for weeks now, desperately trying to find a pattern or some kind of plan, but the group's activities seemed to be random. Bryony suspected that this was done deliberately, in order to foil the Aurors currently on their tail. She ground her teeth in frustration- over a month, and nothing to show for her taskforce's investigation; it was infuriating! They could never predict where or what the Phalanx would strike next and, whenever they did find something, it was always a safehouse or warehouse that had long-since been abandoned by the group. Trying to identify its members had been equally impossible, even though clearly some of them had to be current Ministry employees, as they could not otherwise have had access to the information that they did.
The whole thing was maddening, and Bryony was beginning to worry that this failure would be attached to her henceforth if she didn't start delivering some results soon. She let out a long sigh and turned away from the wall, trying to re-center herself and not dwell on maudlin thoughts. It's only been a month, she reminded herself. Pulling a different piece of parchment across her desk to her, she gave a strained smile. It was good that she was being given more manpower to deal with the issue, but it grated on her that this was also a veiled way of telling her that her current team wasn't cutting it. She re-read the parchment informing her about the two new members for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
Her team was solid, she felt. Alastair was competent and loyal, Hamadou was talented and experienced, James was serious and dedicated and Oliver, though a definite oddball who drove Bryony crazy most of the time, was remarkably gifted. She was quite satisfied with them but, if she was being perfectly honest, she knew it would probably help her to have more wands on the taskforce- considering what they were up against. She glanced at the sheet again. Rhiannon was notoriously ambitious, but Bryony had had an opportunity to work with her before on a previous case, and she respected the witch's work ethic and strong skills. Malfoy, on the other hand, was young and inexperienced, having only been an Auror for a year, and Bryony had a strong suspicion he'd only been assigned as a result of his family connections, which she did not appreciate. Both he and Rhiannon had a tendency to be arrogant and rub people the wrong way, and she worried that they would cause problems and not fit in well with the rest of the team.
Bryony glanced at the clock on her wall, which indicated the time as well as the current location of her family members. Alastair was still out doing research, but she expected he would be back at the Ministry fairly soon. Rokurou was conspicuously absent. She sighed again and turned back to the wall, returning to her previous contemplation as she waited for her team to report in.
Where are you... she thought with a frown. If they didn't find a trail to follow, and soon, the Phalanx would surely strike again, and god only knew who would get hurt this time.
OOC: Time for the Aurors to get their groove on ;P
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