Cubicle 639: Lieutenant Commander Alannah Moody's Office

The cubicle of Alannah Moody has all of the vestments befitting an auror’s working space: maps loaded with pins denoting the locations of individuals being pursued, news clippings from the Daily Prophet showcasing both good articles regarding her and her comrades as well as the terrible stories of people gone missing and certain Dark Wizards at large. Just over the archway into her cubicle is a secrecy sensor. A foe glass is positioned to the direct left of a computer screen, with an ancient sneakoscope to the computer monitor’s right. One entire section of wall is designated to showcase Alannah’s victories: icons depicting a skull with a crossed bone and wand beneath, which almost seem to be burnt into the wall. There are quite a few there, though the wall is far from full.

Alannah’s desk is a rather interesting combination of organization and disorganization. An organizer near her computer is full of active files to get to. What may intrigue some is that Alannah keeps absolutely no personal photographs of herself and her family in the cubicle in plain sight. For all intents and purposes, one might assume she never had a family. But if you know where to look, one can find a small book of photographs she occasionally flips through. She does not share this photo album with just anyone.

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Heavy, almost knee-height boots clicked upon the polished floor and thumped upon carpet as Alannah Moody made her way to the cubicle she claimed. It had been rumored to once belong to her grandfather, Alastor Moody. While Alannah would like to believe the hearsay she could not bring herself up to believe it in full. Alastor did not allow his family to visit his work, for security reasons. Had her own family flourished instead of falling to ruin, Alannah realized she would have felt and done the same. The scum she brought to justice every day would have seen her son and knew the child was a soft spot. A weakness. Showing weakness was not something Alannah did if she could help it, and there would have been no way on earth that she would have subjected her little boy to such a potential danger. At least, not until he had been old enough, had he lived...

Pausing just long enough to smirk at the wall graced with a literal head count of successes, Alannah stepped into her cubicle and eased herself into the well-loved bluish-gray office chair. She was just about to reach randomly for the next case to evaluate if it was a solo or team-related task when the auror noticed something strange: There was a letter on her desk that had not been there the day before. It was large – almost file-sized. And file-size heavy, too. The auror’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and glanced around, not certain if the messenger was still nearby or not. Perhaps this was even a prank set by one of the other Conifers, or another team altogether...

Alannah immediately cast every protection spell, charm, and the like that she knew. The envelope, herself, and the cubicle were encased with separate cyan-colored shields. Only after she was completely satisfied she was safe from harm and the rest of the department was similarly not in danger did the woman consider opening the parcel...