I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. I didn't know how to make Obliviate Ofuda yet, as I couldn't find that information anywhere. It was likely in a higher-level tome I'd yet to get my hands on, or, worse, restricted knowledge by the Japanese Ministry. Over here, they only taught the spell to trained Aurors or other professionals, so I had to assume it was going to be similar in Japan.
For a dark moment, the idea that I should just kill him bubbled up in my mind. I'd done it before, after all. Last year's bloody Christmas evening in the parking garage flashed through my mind.
But that had been in the heat of the moment. Pure self-defense. I growled in disgust at myself for evening thinking of going that far for something so minor, and viciously tamped down on that idea.
Unfortunately, not choosing to kill them meant I had to call the Ministry of Magic.
With a heavy sigh I swept the papers on the desk into a pile. "Inky, set these on fire for me, and fetch some Floo powder from the apartment," I requested.
A couple of pops later, and the desk had a cozy fire on top of it, kept from spreading by Inky's magic. Then, I tossed a pinch of green powder into the flames, generously provided by Inky as well, which immediately turned a brilliant emerald color.
"Hello? Um, Ministry of Magic Auror's Department," I said aloud before sticking my head into the flames.
Floo Flames were very weird. They were lukewarm and sort of tickled when you only had a part of your body sticking through. And while it felt like you were falling when you traveled through them, there was next to no sensation for just shoving a limb through. It was like being in two places at once. Very odd.
As I poked my head out, I found myself looking out at a bunch of cubicles in what could pass for a modern office, if not for the flying bits of paper and the oddly dressed people.
My head had come out in a small, head-sized fireplace, one of several, in fact. Made sense to have a sort of emergency line to the Auror department. A few bored looking young witches and wizards sat nearby, and one looked up as I appeared.
"Hey, Tonks! You're up!" a bored witch called out to another one with bubblegum colored hair.
"Joy," she muttered, getting up before moseying over to the fire-cage I was looking out of. "Hey, hi there, thanks for contacting the Auror's Office. Names Tonks, how can I help?"
"I have a couple of muggles I need Obliviated," I said, trying not to show any surprise at the name. It didn't work, as she caught the flicker in my expression. Still, she ignored it.
"Alright, gimme a sec… oh, and please step away from the fire while the agent comes through."
I did so, and stepped back. A few seconds later, Tonks appeared on the desk, Apparating in with a crack of displaced air.
"Eesh, what happened here?" she asked as she caught sight of the three unconscious people. "And why am I on a desk?"
"I started a floo fire on the desk," I explained. "And these three saw my House Elf while he was cleaning. It was, uh, five minutes ago? Maybe ten."
"Cleaning?" she asked, confused, looking around in bewilderment. "Where are we?"
"I dunno, actually," I admitted. She gave me a weirded out look before shaking her head.
"Whatever. Give me a moment. Obliviate!" Tonks called out, zapping the trio. "Cool. There we go. When the wake up, they won't remember they saw anything to do with… a House Elf, was it?"
"Yup," I replied with a nod. "Thanks, by the way."
"No prob. This was the most exciting thing I've done all week," she said with a sigh. "Ugh. I hate that they give the crap jobs to the trainees."
"Sorry to hear that," I said. "Well, I should be going, now."
"How do you know me?" she demanded, putting a hand on my shoulder. "And what's a Pureblood doing dressed in Muggle clothes?"
"I'm a Squib," I told her flatly, and she winced. "That's why I'm wearing these clothes."
"Oh," she muttered, "Sorry."
"It's fine. My family let's me borrow the House Elf when I need it, which is why he was here, in case that was your next question."
"It was, thanks for clearing that up," Tonk said with a nod. "Still, that doesn't answer the first question."
"I know the Weasleys," I said as part of my explanation. "Charlie mentioned you a couple times."
"Oh, neat," she said, accepting it. "Heard he's doing well. Dragon Preserve in Romania, right?"
"Yeah, sounds like he's having the time of his life," I confirmed.
"Well, alright, then. I gotta get back to the department to file the Obliviate reports. See you later, maybe."
"Later," I said, waving at her. She nodded, then vanished via Apparation.
I looked over at Inky, who'd finished scrubbing the windows clean. "After I take a peek outside we're going to return to the Finch-Fletchley's," I informed him. "And please take care of the fire."
"Of course, Young Master Eddy," Inky said with a happy smile and bow. I smiled back, and then looked out the window.
"Hmm, I don't recognize any buildings… no, wait, I think I see something… Yeah, that's Greenwich Park over that way. Huh, we're not as far as I thought we'd be. Good to know."
I then turned back to Inky, having memorized the area, as well as a nearby street sign. "Okay, I'm done. Off to the Finch-Fletchley's, please. The usual drop off spot."
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