Alone in the Corner [Liz/open]

[Logan Greyson Smith]

Ah, well, it was enough for feeling bad for himself.  He had the rest of his life ahead of him to skulk about it in his mind.  It wasn't like he was the only orphan in the world who felt unloved... just look at Voldemort.  At least Logan didn't turn out like that mess.  Sure, Logan would smoke heavily and had been addicted to cocaine in the past (though he keeps some in his flat, just in case he decided to use it again), been through withdrawls, called the tin man by many people, and faked his death for his brother, but really, he wasn't quite as screwed up as Voldemort had been.  Then again, Logan didn't know that Voldemort had loved in the past.  It was useless information anyways.  Anything useless was booted out and the room was used for other things. 

Logan wasn't without his problems.  He was a squib, first and foremost, and diagnosed as insane by some muggle hospitals when he was captured a couple times over the past many years.  Sometimes Logan just let himself get captured because it would be fun to find a way to escape.  But anyways, he had been stuck in an asylum for all of two days before he got bored of the place and left.  His insanity not only included the words that appeared around people inside of his head, but also occasional psychotic episodes where he would hear a loud drumming in his head, and Logan would go bonkers.  He even cut an ear off one time because the sound was so bothersome to him (which Madame Pomfrey, thankfully, was able to heal back on as it was removed by a knife and not dark magic). 

Logan took the notebook and flipped through it, memorizing the pages quickly thanks to his impeccable photographic memory.  Once he had finished flipping around, he opened it to the second page and studied the equations on the page.  "I've seen this one before," Logan said, mostly to himself, but loud enough Liz could hear him.  His brother had it on his whiteboard in his house before.  Logan, unfortunately, was getting punched in the face at the time so he had no time to ask him what it meant.  Logan looked up at Liz for a moment.  "I think your friend was getting quite close to finishing his charm."  Logan set the notebook down.  "I believe Mr. McKellen was indeed taken.  I think its time we have a talk with some of our suspects.  Perhaps pay a visit to my dear old brother." 

Logan was now thinking there was a possibility that someone who did not want the charm had stopped the young man.  The notes weren't very complete, even though Logan didn't understand them very well, and those who wanted the spell would wait until he was done to take him.  However, there was still a strong possibility that it was some of the Neo-Death Eaters, or someone who really wanted to bring back the death for some reason or another, not prevent the spell's completion.  But why now, if he wasn't finished with the spell?

[Lisette Magdelene Weasley]

Liz didn't know a whole lot about Voldemort, since she was born just a month before he fell permanently. The Aurors that had been alive during his reign of terror didn't want to talk about it very much, either, so she assumed that there was nothing good to be said and moved on with her life. Even though she had known MJ for most of her life, Liz still didn't know about the connection between the Potters' young charge and the Dark Lord, either. She wouldn't believe it if she knew, anyway, just like she wouldn't believe that Voldemort had ever loved anyone.

Outside of being incredibly paranoid and having severe dyslexia, Liz didn't have many other problems, at least psychologically. She did have some heart problems from her tendency to take caffeine pills by the handful, but she didn't count that as a problem, really. She wasn't going to have a heart attack any time soon, that she knew of, and she would deal with that if and when it actually happened. She was too young to be worried about things like that.

Liz had looked through all of Tavi's notes dozens of times and tried to put the information that she had together, but the entire case was baffling to her. She didn't have enough to piece together what happened to her friend by herself, and she really hated that. She wanted to help Tavi so badly, but she still found herself having to turn to Logan for help instead of figuring it out herself.

She hummed and nodded and sipped her butterbeer, trying to peer at the notes upside down and then blinking and looking away when it gave her a headache. Reading was hard enough when the letters were the right side up.

"I think that you've gotten more out of those notes than I have."

She'd thought of that. She could think of more than one group that would do just about anything to keep the spell from being finished, but the Neo-Death Eaters stood out in her mind as having the most to gain from that spell. She didn't understand why they would take Tavi before he finished his work, though, unless someone else had the work that Tavi didn't do.

[Logan Greyson Smith]

While Logan had nearly forced the issue of him helping on Liz, Logan could not help but think that he would have never been able to rest if he were her.  Finding a case and unable to complete it, it would drive him crazy... well, crazier than he already was.  Logan superior thinking skills and memory came with costs, one being the fact that once he starts on a mystery he had to solve it.  Only one time had he not figured out a mystery, and that mystery was his brother.  Logan didn't know what made him alright with not knowing everything about his brother, learning something new about him each time he talked with him or saw him.  It wasn't something Logan was used to or even decided.  It was like his brain allowed him the one exception to his obsessive behavior.  And he was sure he wouldn't find another who would be another exception, though this woman, she seemed to interest him very much and he wanted to spend time with her to discover everything he could about her.  Probably just his obsessiveness wanting to take over. 

But this case also took root in his mind.  It wasn't every day he had two things to obsess over, and at least both were interesting things, and not something boring like a missing dog (that one turned out to actually be interesting though) or a stupid intel gathering request, especially when the intel he already knew.  Or no case at all.  That always was terrible for Logan, and he would try to focus his mind on other things such as science experiments or taking a gun to the wall, or simply smoking.  The smoking didn't affect his health as badly as his previous use of other stronger drugs, which led to some high blood pressure problems which he had to take medications for... not that he did.  He thought that as long as he was on the earth, he would make his life as enjoyable as he could in a place that felt like hell to him most of the time.  And so, who cared if he died sooner as long as he got his fix of mysteries and keeping his mind from trying to kill itself from utter boredom. 

Logan handed the notes back to Liz and stood up.  "Where would you like to go first?  A Death Eater hideout or... my brother?"  He gave her the choice since he always had a hard time choosing as both were as logical as the other, and he had no real preference.  It was better giving the decision to another so he didn't have to force his mind to do something that was so against its natural instincts. 

[Lisette Magdelene Weasley]

She had a very hard time resting, though it was mostly just because she was really worried and busy. She'd fallen asleep at her desk at least four times that week so far, and it wouldn't get any better. She had too much to do to go home and sleep. Sleep was for people that weren't busy and didn't have difficulty reading. She used to ask her grandmother to read things to her, but she was an adult now and couldn't do that anymore. At least. She didn't think that she could. Maybe she could, though. Maybe. She still wasn't going to ask Grandmum Molly to read to her.

This wasn't even an official case that she was supposed to be working on. She'd handed it off to the head of her office like she was supposed to, but she couldn't just drop it and leave it alone. This was her best friend, her only real friend left from Hogwarts, and she wasn't going to just pretend that she didn't know that he was missing. Tavi wouldn't have left her for dead, so she wasn't going to leave him. She just had to be careful about not making it obvious that she was still working on it when she was. Actually at work and being paid to pursue other cases. Oh well. She didn't need sleep, anyway.

She tucked the notes back into her bag and stood, trying to catch Rosemerta's attention. Looked like she wouldn't be able to pick up that shift after all.

"I don't think that taking a Weasley to a den of Death Eaters is a good idea," she pointed out with a wry smile.

[Logan Greyson Smith]

If it were his choice, Logan would never eat nor sleep.  Both were a waste of valuable time.  And sometimes when he was working on a particularly difficult case, he would skip meals, and skip sleep.  However, he knew that deprivation of either would impair his senses and would try to get as much sleep and food as he could, though his obsessiveness would get in the way and cause him to be quite food deprived most of all.  Sometimes he would inject himself with the necessary nutrients and take anti-sleeping medication to keep himself up and the side effects at bay.  

Logan walked over to the owner of the establishment quickly with a purpose but not running.  "Lisette Weasley will not be taking her shift today.  An emergency has come up with her job at the ministry and she must bolt.  Terribly sorry for the inconvenience."  Logan flashed a smile and quickly returned to Liz's side.  He could tell she had been trying to get Rosmerta's attention and had decided it would be easier to simply approach quickly.  The quicker the better.  Logan wasn't used to having someone along for the ride, but then again, he had taken on the case so he could figure out the mystery that was Lisette Weasley. 

"Let's go," Logan said walking towards the entrance.  While a wizard would normally apparate, Logan was no wizard.  At least both of the choices were fairly close and apparating would just seem lazy.  That was a part of the reason he had decided on the one particularly close pocket of Neo-Death Eaters and even considered going to his brother first.

[Lisette Magdelene Weasley]

She just. Drank a lot of coffee and took caffeine pills sometimes. Nutrient injections were a little too extreme; if there was anything that Liz was good it, it was making sure that she ate. She didn't always eat a lot or at the proper times, but she ate, and that counted, dammit. No matter what her grandmother said when Liz came home to visit, eating at her desk sometimes counted. She also slept at her desk, a lot, which also definitely counted.

...Okay, maybe it just meant that Liz needed to learn how to say no when someone asked her to cover a shift for them. She needed the money, though. It was a debacle, and it had no clear solution. She resolved to just continue to do what she was doing.

She blinked and watched him talk to Madame Rosemerta. Well, that was...direct. It worked; she was out of her shift. She would have to think up an explanation for the next time she worked, but she had some time before that. There was a good week before her next shift, so she just flashed Madame Rosemerta an apologetic smile as she followed Logan out the door.

"Do you know directions to where we're headed?" she asked.

[Logan Greyson Smith]

Almost everything Logan did was to an extreme.  That was really what Logan was, the extremes of everything.  However he did have a few in betweens.  But nothing was interesting if it wasn't extreme.  How else would Logan be able to survive this hell people called life being as perceptive and intelligent and easily bored as he was?  There were few pleasures in life for Logan, solving mysteries was one of those very few things.  He hated eating, but since he wasn't working on a case before now, he was able to make sure he ate actual food.  The nutrient injections were reserved for those extra special cases that he needed to work on constantly. 

"Of course I do," Logan scoffed.  He looked at her with a flash of surprise appearing on his face. She doubed the fact he knew where he was going.  He had photographic memory.  Of course he knew where he was... was it left or right up here?  It took a split second for Logan to recall that it was right.  "It's nearby." 

Well, he was actually paying a visit to his brother.  That was something he hadn't done in a few weeks.  Then again, last time he saw his brother he said he never wanted to see him again.  That was because Logan had said something that Matt did not seem to like.  Something about how he was going to kill himself if he continued to visit that village of people in South America he found, as the village people did not like outsiders.  Matt called him a hypocrite, and said he didn't want to see Logan again.  It wasn't like he did something like fake his death again.  His brother was always incredibly emotional. 

"Over there," Logan pointed to a nearby building which had flats and up on the second floor third window over. 

[Lisette Magdelene Weasley]

Liz, admittedly, had a similar problem with doing things to extremes. She didn't like to stop working once she started and tended to get really impatient when she was told to take a break. Because she never needed to take a break, she needed to work. Clearly, getting her job done was very important to Liz. To be fair, she'd wanted to be an Auror for as long as she could remember. Ever since she found out how her parents died, at the very least. She was very good at zeroing in on something and accomplishing it, but she hadn't counted on how much reading she would have to do, and it made work hard for her.

She blinked when he looked surprised by her question. It seemed like a normal thing to ask at the time. Logan was a strange person, she decided. She didn't even know where he was headed, but she really hoped that he wasn't going to the Death Eaters. There was no way for that to end well. She wasn't even carrying her wand, and the only thing that she could do without it was set things on fire. Small things, not large ones. It was hard to set large fires without a wand.

She looked over and up at the building. It was a pretty nice one; his brother must've made good money.

"Nice place."