Aurors: A Wizard Cop RP

[Adlai Stevenson]

In the criminal justice system of the wizarding world, Dark Arts-based offenses are considered especially heinous, and endanger the lives of witch, wizard, and unsuspecting Muggle alike. To combat these acts of supernatural terror, the highly-trained, dedicated officers within the Ministry of Magic are known as Aurors: the best of the best in magical law enforcement, outside the borders and boundaries of Muggle government, beyond your regular police. Bringing dark wizards on both planes of reality to justice, and fighting for the future on behalf of the human race, no matter their blood. 

These are their stories.

AURORS:
Magical Law Enforcement

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Marwan al-Zaidi's Falafel Stand
38 Whitfield Street
London, England
Monday, April 8

"So then I tell her, I tell her, and I say, 'Habibi, you're all kinds of cocked up right about now'. And then she starts blabbering on about taking Rahim and Fehmida all the way back to Karachi, to live with her aunt, of all the treacherous wenches this side of the Persian Gulf--"

"--listen, brother, I wanted this without garlic."

"Ah, my mistake, my good man. Here you go. That'll be two quid."

"Two? Marwan, you're fuckin' killing me here."

"Times are as they are, my friend. Two. Before I spit on your falafel."

"Yeah, yeah, rob me, why don't you. Thanks, Marwan."

Hosea Breckenridge, from beneath the colorfully patterned umbrella attached to Marwan al-Zaidi's stand, squinted through the glistening rain, chewing on his freshly-ordered falafel sandwich. While this certainly wasn't the storm of the century, conditions were piss-poor (this was, after all, the Queen's realm), hovering somewhere a little above freezing while the mist clogged the busy corners and avenues of the Greater London area and fat, heavy raindrops stung to the touch with every icy kiss, the mid-morning sky barely containing enough tangible light for him to gaze across the street corner at the alleyway beside a seedy-looking establishment. The suspect was there; it was no longer a matter of where, simply of when.

Dark wizard. Although, by the case file on the poor git, he was hardly a Death Eater or anything of that ilk; a Hogwarts dropout, caught up in a double homicide in Diagon Alley with a pair of former housemates, now poking his head around the London of the Muggle realm. Hopefully, he'd give in quickly and quietly. Kids like this, like Willy Whitelaw said when he was one of them, needed a 'short, sharp shock'. The same could be applied to that of the wizarding world.

Hosea's eyes widened. The fugitive had ducked out of the bar, long, flowing cloak characteristic of a member of their secret world (terribly plain to see out in the open, amongst the mudbloods) billowing behind him in the gusts of bitter wind as he pulled a black hood over his head. He was in a hurry, and it wasn't just the English Spring season.

"Alright, ladies and gents," Hosea curtly barked into his walkie-talkie (a convenient piece of Muggle tech they'd been issued upon their arrival; great for back-and-forth on the go), tossing his half-eaten falafel in a nearby trash bin and giving subtle, brisk pursuit, as to not arouse his or anyone else's suspicions. "Showtime. Culprit making his way on foot, northwest on Goodge Street, and he's in a hurry. I'm moving in, so some backup would be nice, over."

As he walked through the rain, pulling up the lapels of his jacket, he awaited the response from a member of the squad of fellow Aurors, ready to take on their target.

[Fiery Firefly]

The junior member of this Auror Squad, Artemisa Acosta, sifted through the shelves of a bookstore, very close to Hosea's location.

She was looking through the comics to be exact, she had always had a love for such things, though she much preferred it when the pictures moved. But Muggles could draw decently at least.

She quickly put the comic that she was holding back as she heard Hosea's voice muffle from the walkie-talkie. Artemisa dug it out and put it to her ear in time to hear the gist of Hosea's message.

"Understood, Mr. Breckenridge," she said in response. She was not on a first name basis with any of her coworkers yet, and was still extremely formal to them all.

She rushed outside, only stopping for a moment to open her umbrella as she stepped out into the pouring rain. Artemisa felt her heart pound and she was grinning. This was her first big assignment, and she was excited.

[blenderbender]

On a bench not far from the bookstore, Sally Rickett was sitting reading the Muggle newspaper - or, rather, pretending too. She had always been careful not to get distracted and today would be no exception. It was her first mission since her son had been born and she would be damned if it failed because she'd been reading.

She flipped the page when her walkie-talkie buzzed from beside her. She picked it up quickly and listened to what Breckenridge had to say.

"Alright then. He's heading my way. I'll cut him off and we'll take him together," she replied briskly. She was normally much friendlier, but today she was eager to prove she hadn't lost her touch.

She got up, abandoning the paper and picking up the umbrella she'd propped up behind her so she could read. She turned towards Breckenridge's direction, waiting for the offender to show up. Her stomach began to tingle with excitement. She'd missed work in her time off. Now it was show time.

[Adlai Stevenson]

"Cool beans. Remember, quick and clean. Muggles aren't too keen to forget a bunch full-grown adults twiddling sparkly wands about. Only so many oddities the Ministry can clear up. Out."

While Hosea noticed the rookie - Acosta, he thought her name was - unveil her cumbersome umbrella from out of the bookstore, luckily, the target did not; his speed was brisk, a kind of walk-run one might encounter whilst being caught outside in such dismal conditions. That was, truthfully, a portion of the reason why he wanted to put the bag on this idiot kid without much ado - while he was fond of the muggle world, the weather was atrocious.

When Sally rounded the corner, the suspect appeared visibly taken aback - whatever it was, he saw something in her that was familiar in the aspect of the supernatural. He doubled back to turn in the opposite direction when he faced Hosea dead-on.

"Game over, Mr. Ridgely," Hosea said. Unlike the suspect, he didn't make any motions to reach into his jacket for his wand, which he physically signaled the young criminal to cease.

"Now, now," the Auror murmured with a biting amount of condescension, an expression of confidence - or blatant arrogance - on his face. "Let's not cause a scene, kid. 'Least not around these folks."

The suspect began to back away from the flank he had been put into - Hosea on one side, Sally approaching on the other. His hand still in his cloak, he didn't appear all that cooperative . . .

[blenderbender]

"So, kid, are you going to make this easy or hard on yourself?" Sally asked, biting back the sarcastic Please say hard, I haven't seen action in a year that almost popped out of her mouth. This was her serious day.

[Adlai Stevenson]

The suspect sneered at Sally, backing further away, one foot planted over the gutter of the sidewalk they stood upon; the icy cold rainwater running down the street corner and trickling down the drain clawed at his ankle like broken glass, and the young man was visibly uncomfortable with it. His hand shifted in his cloak; Hosea lurched forward.

"Dr--"

What Hosea would have said was something along the lines of 'Drop the wand, fuckface!' or something by that sentiment, rehearsed countless times through a solid decade of arresting magical offenders of this kid's ilk. However, his exclamatory remark was abruptly interrupted by a wide plume of acrid, black smoke, thrown at his feet by the suspect from out of his cloak, who turned and brazenly sprinted across the street (barely avoiding being plowed over by passing traffic through the poor weather conditions) and up the opposite sidewalk, pushing through thoroughly confused pedestrians as made his mad dash.

Through their coughs and sputters, Hosea inwardly berated himself for not only allowing the suspect to 'draw' before he had a hand on his wand, but playing the victim to a piece of such primitive magic: Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, straight from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Practical joke material, used to incapacitate three fully trained Aurors. While it wouldn't have to be specified upon in their reports, it was a petty shame Hosea would never live down.

"Get after him!" he shouted as he clumsily sifted through the inky smoke cloud, nearly stumbling into oncoming traffic in the process. "The fuck's getting away!"

[Penny Royals]

Jordan wasn't several blocks down, wandering the roads, and people watching. She didn't like standing out in the crowd- so he didn't. She blended in almost unnaturally.

Of course, that was to be expected. A simple spell and he was camouflaged into the backdrop of bricks and crumbling cement, making sure to stay out of muggles' ways as she glided along the ground.

Then the walkie-talkie buzzed. A few people looked around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Jordan ducked into an alleyway, pressing against the back of a dumpster and listening in.

"Alright," she replied gruffly, "Coming, will be there in a minute."

He breathed a spell under her breath, the color regaining amongst his clothes, and started off down the road at a brisk pace, cutting off the suspect as a full four-way hit.

"I'd suggest you make this easy.It'll be easier on yourself once they catch you, after all, if you don't do any... funny business."

[Fiery Firefly]

Artemisa had been quiet through the whole exchange, just aiming her wand at the criminal as her more experienced coworkers did the talking.

She coughed horribly as the powder was released and desperately looked around as Hosea yelled to go after him. She was not going to have her first job end in this humiliating manner.

[Penny Royals]

Jordan was a little bit further out of the line of fire than the others, so it was she who sprinted off at top speeds after the suspect, giving way to chase. He didn't even waste breath trying to shout, but kept running. The man was bound to run to a dark alley, or at least a place with less muggles running about. A plan was forming in her head already... and it would be simple, and would just get him to stop running, after all.

[blenderbender]

Sally coughed and hacked at the smoke, internally kicking herself for not just stunning the kid when she had the chance. As Hosea screamed them to find him, she turned and gave chase, half-running and half-stumbling. It had been far too long. She was going to end up going soft if this kept happening.

As the perp came back into her line of sight, she pointed her wand at him as best she could and hacked out "Stupefy!"

[Adlai Stevenson]

As Jordan and Sally gave chase, Hosea, now out from the cloud of black, had unintentionally stumbled into traffic, nearly finding himself plowed over by an oncoming cabby who was apparently paying little to no mind to the events unfolding before him. While Hosea silently thanked his apathy, he also shot him a quick inappropriate gesture and told the man to 'get stuck' as he sped away.

"Acosta! This way!" the veteran Auror called out to the clearly disoriented rookie.

When Sally cast her paralyzing spell, the culprit, wand out, was already prepared for a duel on the run. He whipped around, cloak flinging to his side as he hastily flicked his wrist in the Auror's direction with a shout of 'Protego!', deflecting the spell with surprising skill.

The spell itself, luckily, missed Sally completely, spirally across the street at an odd angle, like a ricochet bullet. Unfortunately, the spell hit a target of its own; a random pedestrian, an elderly-looking lady with an umbrella in one hand and the leash of a daintily-groomed lap dog in the other. The lady yelped, dropped with a resounding thud, and the dog yipped and barked, staying true to its owner and running a sporadic circle around her on the sidewalk, as an already thoroughly confused crowd gathered.

The culprit, now around the corner, kept on trucking, desperate to flee his pursuers.

[blenderbender]

Sally ducked down, barely avoiding the Stunner. She heard a yelp and then a dog's bark, but she did not turn around. She gritted her teeth. Fantastic. Just fan-bloody-tastic. The tosser had already hurt someone. Nobody had expected the kid to be this skilled in the face of a fight. They'd thought he had been just another youth offender who'd been way in over his head. Guess not.

Kid gloves off then, she thought. She thought fast and cast a nonverbal Incarcerous at him, hoping to finally end this foolishness.

[Fiery Firefly]

"Sorry sir!" Artemisa yelled as she followed after Hosea, weaving her way through the crowd, who were giving them all strange looks. The Ministry wouldn't be happy with the obliviating they'd have to do later.

She decided to help out Sally a bit, "Obscuro" she whispered, aiming toward the target's eyes. Blindfolding him would disorient him at the very least, and let them plan their next move.