𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Chapter 12

Narcissa led the way up the stairs and towards the room where the writing bared onto the walls.

I hung back as my thoughts seemed as if they were all compacted together and my emotions were rocketed. I didn't know what to think or feel in the moment, everything happened to fast for me as I'm usually more organised but this was too much.

One being, the family whom we were supposed to meet again today had vanished without any trace of them left. Blood smeared in random places of the house, which may be signs of murder or physical beating, like attacks.

The second being, I had just kissed Narcissa. I didn't know if I should appreciate my actions or if I should find myself downright idiotic. I internally screamed at myself, trying to tell myself that it was just a 'in the moment' thing and it won't be happening again.

But I didn't mind it, but I don't know if that made me like her-

Kingsley's voice jolted me out of my frantic thoughts and I realised everyone was staring at me.

"Pardon?" I found my voice and immediately questioned with the first word that came to mind.

Narcissa stepped infront of me, blocking my view from Kingsley. I wanted to look away and not look at the woman, but my actions betrayed my thoughts.

"Are you alright, Miss Roselle?" Her voice was clear and lacked of any concern just coldness. My eyebrows twisted in confusion, but then I realised others were present.

Atleast I hoped that was the only reason.

"Fine." I bit back, my voice coming out sharper then I intended it to be. i immediately gave the woman an apologetic look which she seemed to just wave of.

"Nova, we were just discussing about what you think may have happened here." Harry stepped into my view with a worried timid smile placed onto his lips.

I fiddled with my fingers and gulped. "I don't know exactly, but I have a feeling Mr Wilson is behind it but not in a way that's innocent."

"Why's that, Miss Roselle?" I looked at Kingsley just as Narcissa moved to stand by me.

"Well as I have been informing you over the past 3 or so weeks, Mr Wilson isn't a muggle. We have been suspecting him to be tied to the potion, because of how mistrustful he had proven himself to be over the first time me and Miss Black had a meeting with him." I narrowed my eyes slightly at the male, it didn't seem like he was taking this seriously.

Coughing, Kingsley started to talk. "That is a justified accusation to protest on, if I must, do you have any proof on the matter?"

I spluttered angrily I have had enough of people not believing my words and for our minister to say this was completely 'barbaric'  as Hermione would say.

"If I must Minister-" I mocked his words with a drawl. "-I take pride upon my job and I don't think i would feed you anything but the truth. I haven't got proof because I don't need to prove anything about my insight. Problem solving is my specialty and this-" I waved my hands around the whole room. "-is a puzzle I've nearly pieced together, so I'm telling you this now. Mr Wilson is probably one of the main suspects in this case and if you don't take my word on it, I'm sorry but what's the whole point of me doing this trip if no ones going to believe my words."

At the end of my rant my chest was heaving up and down as I controlled my breathing. I found myself out of breath, my eyes pierced into Kingsley and I noticed a frown tugged at his lips.

"I do take your word on it Miss Roselle, but I have to say this is out of my hands. You should have talked to the Spanish Ministry, although if you get anymore information about Mr Wilson I'm all ears. But for now my apologies as there's nothing we can do as there's no written and documented truth or testimony to back your accusation."