obsession

[DANNA DEVILLE]

Her roommates had kicked her out of their shared flat. Dylan was sure it wouldn't be much longer before something else happened. Surely the Department was getting sick of her. They had finally started investigations on her father's disappearance with his partner, Jaegar. It was just how they worked, they had said for several months. They would go without contact for a while, but they always came back. They would know if something bad had happened. There were more important things to worry about these days, after all, such as the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. There were other people that actually needed saving.

But Dylan had been on the case for a while now. Something was wrong, and she knew it. So she sat on the living room of her old home while her mother put Kirby to bed. Parchment, quills, inkpots all littered the floor as she examined her notes and various files. It was hard locating her father on his own, but she figured the next best thing was doing research on Jesse Mercer, who had been his target at the time. That had been classified information until Dylan got her hands on it, which had gotten her into trouble at work that hadn't gone away since. No one trusted her, no one wanted her around, and she was honestly surprised she was still on the force. Maybe they felt bad for her. She wasn't entirely sure.

"Maybe he's a Death Eater," she murmured, pursing her lips. That didn't really help matters, but it might explain what had happened. They were known to be cruel. But if they had him prisoner, wouldn't it be for a reason? If there was a reason, then wouldn't someone know about it by now? Unless they had killed him...but Dylan refused to think about that.

Blowing out a breath, she combed her fingers through her dark hair. It was hard keeping her eyes open. She had been awake for about thirty six hours straight and was living off of energy potions. She would need another one soon...once she could get herself up to look for it.