In Need of Answers [Eden/Arianna]

[Max Kameren]

Max was fairly sure had never stood in Ministry for Magic’s Atrium awaiting good news. He’d paid tickets. Picked up death certificates. Responded to medical emergencies with Mungo’s staff. He was here last a couple years ago, for a dedication for Curse on the anniversary of his death. And now, here he was again, disturbing drawings in hand waiting for Eden to meet him. After this, Max would hope it would be a while again.

The images were disturbing; Max felt slightly sick every time he flipped through them. He had taken extensive notes for posterity after the Ministry took them; whatever this was, it had something to do with the Flux. It was no coincidence that Eden’s last vision had been the year of the disappearance. Many of the drawings made reference to some of the Lost. Whatever this was, it was big. With her access to the Department of Mysteries and the other half of Curse’s research, Arianna would have answers.

Max stood as the moving morning Ministry crowd parted around him. He shifted impatiently, checking his watch. He had had to check into the hospital early in the morning so they would be ready in his absence, so he and Eden had agreed to meet in the Atrium. Where was Eden? Max was worried; he knew she was nervous about today.

[Eden Fletcher]

(so sorry, I forgot about this thread)

The onslaught of visions had exhausted Eden. She'd over slept her alarm and had barely felt Snitch lick her. It took Snitch biting her to bring her out of her deep sleep. Eden had glared at her pet but had turned off the alarm. Merlin's pants. She was suppose to have left already. Eden had rushed getting ready. She hadn't brushed her hair and instead ran her fingers through the messy curls and piled it in a bun. She skipped breakfast and pulled on the cleanest clothes she could reach.

She ran into the Atrium, nearly ten minutes late. She skidded to a halt in front of Alex, out of breath.

"Sorry, I overslept," She said rubbing at her sore eyes. They felt heavy with sleep and were probably bloodshot.

"I guess we should get this over with," Eden said gesturing towards the lifts. She really did not want to go to the department of mysteries. She had bad memories of that place as a child.

[Max Kameren]

Max was watching the lifts of the Ministry, wondering if Eden had actually gotten there early and gone up without him. He reshuffled the images of her drawings in his hands, looking up when the diminutive blonde herself skidded to a halt in front of him.

"Sorry, I overslept," She said rubbing at her sore eyes.

“’S fine,” Max shrugged, nodding his head in the direction of the lifts to direct Eden there. He felt her anxiety and tried to inject some calm into her aura, but with the crowd in the Atrium Max couldn’t quite concentrate. “Shall we?”

"I guess we should get this over with," Eden said. Max followed her dutifully and they joined a group in one of the lifts, hitting the button for level nine. He breathed easier the further they pulled away from the Atrium and its many swarming auras. He clasped his hands in front of him, holding the photos against his body so no prying eyes in the lift could see.

When the lift finally hit the last level Max ducked out behind his friend, following her into the department. “Where do we go?” He asked, looking curiously around the offices and extending out his power to feel around for Arianna. Max had never been to Mysteries before besides quick visits with his father to see Ari when he was young. Usually when Mysteries wanted to as him questions about Empathy, he made them come to Mungo’s. It occurred to him Eden may not know either; she hadn’t had a vision in years, would she remember the way?