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Emmeline trailed the cloaked figured into the room, and marveled at the secret passage behind some bookshelves that moved open, but didn't close all the way which allowed her to slip in without snagging herself on any edges. Her footsteps were light as she hurried down the spiral stairs, and wondered how many of these secret stairwells and passageways were actually built into the ministry. It made sense; important officials needed a way out that wasn't disapparation---most of the Ministry had wards against leaving from other places outside the designated points. Emmeline marveled at the railings, wondering how long the stairs had been around, and she stopped short, narrowly avoiding bumping into the cloak figure's back.

He had stopped on the bottom step for some reason, and Emmeline pushed up on her tiptoes to get a look over his shoulder. They were in a strange office of sorts, a bit of a mess, but something was very calculated about the area. Emmeline started to think that the death eater had been coming down to this place for quite some time, and she watched as he stepped down to the desk and pulled a key out from under his cloak.

Interesting.

Emmeline stayed on the step, not feeling any sort of urge to move, and waited for the death eater to go on with his business. The key on his desk sat at a precariously spot, the chain slipping off the edge. It was slowly dropping to the floor, and in a moment would have enough force to pull the heavy key down with it. Emmeline still did not feel a push to move, and with great delight she watched as the key dropped off the desk, and instead of making a clank on the ground, it fell silently into the rubbish bin. She yawned and turned to lean her back against the railing of the stairwell, a second before the death eater let out a curse and rushed up the stairs past her. If he hadn't been in such a hurry, he would have seen her shoes under the whipped up cloak.

Now it was time for action. Emmeline jumped off the stairs and rushed to the rubbish bin, pulling out the chain with the key and going to the only other door in the room. It slid into the lock easily, her hands moving swiftly, and Emmeline entered the room---the smell of blood and sweat filled her senses and she lit her wand. It was a strange sight, the bobbing of her wand with no body seemingly attached. She found Archie in the corner and even though she had luck swimming through her veins, she felt terrible at the sight of her uncle.

"Uncle Archie," she said, dropping down to her knees about a foot away from him. The words felt strange coming out of Emmeline's mouth, she'd refrained from calling him anything, really, and probably hadn't verbally referred to him as her uncle since before Hogwarts, "Can you stand?"