She had not done many
rash or stupid things since Caradoc had disappeared the first time. As Emmeline ducked through the open doors of the ministry lift as a custodian boarded, hiding under her invisibility cloak, she figured it was about time. Caradoc was back, that meant it was time to start making ridiculous decisions and jumping into things she could probably not get out of by herself. Emmeline didn't know how she managed to keep her heavy breaths hidden from the custodian as the elevator lowered and twisted itself down the floors of the ministry, but she thanked whatever song he had stuck in his head that had him humming loud enough not to hear her.
Emmeline had nearly splinched herself when Archie's patronus had arrived. After his accident last year during the earthquake, and with all the mess that was going on (he was a
father now, her favorite uncle was a father), she had thought it would be for the best to teach him how to send a messenger patronus. Emmeline had hidden the lesson under the thin veil of having read it in a book and found it
interesting, because she knew it would not take much for Archie to question her intentions, but it would take even less for him to be excited about learning the rather difficult bit of magic.
Bottom floor, bottom floor. Emmeline reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of a molten gold liquid. For the last birthday Caradoc had been around for, he had provided her with a small dosage of Felix Felicis, claiming that he had done a few illegal things to obtain the potion, and that she should only use it for something of great importance as she was constantly getting into trouble and should not waste it on a trivial mission. Emmeline hadn't felt the need until this night, and she quickly drank half the vial, stuffing the rest in her pocket in hopes of being able to give it to her uncle.
Ooh. She straightened up and felt a great wave of energy pass over her. Tonight was going to be a good night! She nearly skipped out of the lift, and if she'd been a second late she would not have noticed the cloaked figure heading into a door that was clearly a classified room. If she hadn't hurried out of the lift as fast as she had, she would not have overheard the password, '
Lenore.' Ahh, how lucky.