Hocus Pocus // T. Stark

XVIII

"One pair of dragon hide boots."

A tall man with a bushy mustache dressed in official robes holds up a pair of shoes, passing them towards an older, stern looking woman. The female with a tight ponytail waves her wand over the footwear. The object specialist inspects them, the wrinkles of old age on her forehead frowning in concentration. As she deems them safe she places them into a case on the desk before her. Another figure stands next to the female, a paper and quill in his hands as he writes down every object that passes.

"An auror potion sash, slight damage on the front."

The man's bored voice echoes throughout the small, empty and gray chamber. Across the man stands a female figure dressed in a gray overall. The woman stood between two men, both of them holding her still and upright, as the woman seemed almost to tired and weak to hold herself up. The dirty, messy brown locks on top of her head were hanging loose, blocking her face. The woman didn't seem too bothered by the fact, maybe she didn't even notice it in her state, or perhaps she was just too weak to move them away. The man in front of her continues grabbing other items laying on the table, ready to archive the object with all the other things. 

"An electronic earbud."

His female colleague uses her wand to float the object in front of her. She checks it for magic but seems overall confused with the device. After giving it a throughout look over she seems to give up in deciphering it and floats it to lay with the rest.

"One single galleon" 

The man holds the golden coin into the light. With a flick of his wrist he summons another chest, this one filled with wizarding money. A voice stops him from throwing the coin into the pile of others.

"Stop." 

The man eyes the prisoner in front of him unimpressed. The female figure had risen her head and was looking at him with tired, gray eyes. The man raises an eyebrow, a sign for the female to elaborate. A thoughtful look crosses over her face, a moment passes before she speaks once more.

"Can you keep that one separate?" The woman's voice was no more than a whisper, the man almost felt pity as he hears her request. She sounded so tired and weak, and she hadn't even been inside the prison yet. 

"Why?"

The female licks her lips, "It has a special meaning to me."

"And that is?"

"It was the first wizarding coin I ever owned."

The man, who was guarding the woman on her right side, scoffed loudly, "Why would you keep that?"

"Shut up, Marcus." The guard on the other side of the female said. The dark skinned man gave Marcus a stern look. The aurors that stood guards weren't allowed to speak during the archive process. Auror Charles Davis, cleared his throat after having told off his colleague and gave the man holding the golden coin a nod.

"Please continue miss Martin." the man with the mustache says.

Amelia licks her lips again, her mouth already dry even after the whole soda she drank before they arrested her. The baggy jumpsuit was somehow still sticking on her skin, rubbing over her still recently reset and sore shoulder. 

"It's important to me, it makes me remember the first time I visited Diagon Alley, you know, the wizarding street in London. It's silly, but after my parents were... killed, I've come to look at it like a remembrance of the nice things magic brought into their lives, not the worst. It's my lucky charm."

She could feel Charles slightly squeeze her shoulder, which was reassuring even if it was her painful one. The witch hangs her head for a second, before looking back at the man in front of her with slightly shined over eyes. She could see the man thinking it over and she felt almost bad that she had to manipulate him. After all, the coin he was holding was not her first galleon ever, but the DA coin.