A Cup Affair

Chapter Two

Good Sunday, everyone!!! Hope it's a good one! Here is out chapter two! If you feel strongly about some character here, just think "character development" and trust the process.

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Despite the crazy hours and heavy workload, one thing Lily had to admit: when she wasn't on duty, she wasn't called. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been called on a day she shouldn't have gone to the Ministry.

So Moody's familiar owl waking her up on Saturday morning made her jump up and grab her wand at once.

Ms. Evans,
I need you to come to the Ministry as soon as possible. I've got a case I need you to take.
A.M.

Trying not to imagine that something really bad was actually happening, Lily got ready in 15 minutes (thanking every sacred figure in existence for having washed some clothes on the previous day) and, taking a toast and a Thermos with coffee, disapparated to the Ministry.

Soon she saw Mood on her desk, sporting a sullen expression. Lily sighed and sipped her coffee. It would be a long day.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted, making Moody turn to her.

"Miss Evans, thanks for coming so quickly," he replied, quickly eyeing the breakfast in her hand.

"I imagine it's a case of high complexity...?" she said, trying to get something. Moody pointed to the food.

"Finish eating, Evans. I'll update you."

"No files?" she asked, sitting on her desk and trying to eat as fast as possible.

"No, not yet," Moody sighed, "listen carefully, Evans. You'll take this case, whether you'd like to or not."

Lily eyed him slightly surprised. Then narrowed her eyes.

"It's some bloody celebrity, isn't it?" she suspected. Moody's mouth lifted at the corners (she knew her aversion to celebrities was funny to her boss).

"Yes, it is. A bit. An 18 year-old-boy called Jack Allyson was found dead today, at 3 in the morning at the Quidditch World Cup Training Centre, in France."

"But these things are so easy to enter!" she cried out, her mind split between the shock of an 18 year-old-kid murdered and the difficulty of finding the killer. "Wait a minute, I thought this involved a celebrity?"

"That's the point, Evans. This year, safety's been increased. There're what they call credentials, and they charmed them so one can only enter the Centre if they possess a credential, registering every single person who enters the Centre," Moody explained. Lily finished her toast with puzzlement on her face.

"So we just need to look who entered and arrest them. What's the big deal? And how does a celebrity gets- oh, I see," Lily said, "of course. The usual protectionism."

"It's not just about not arresting a celebrity, Evans. England's coach found the boy's body, and he called me. I also wanted to arrest our prime suspect, but the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports called on a few favours, and I decided we should look into it."
Lily had to hold back an eye roll.

"Is this why I'm at the Ministry at 7 a.m. on a Saturday?"

"Yes. If you could join me, they're in my office."

Lily sighed and stood, cleaning the toast crumbles from her desk with a flick of her wand and sipping more coffee. Moody's office was the farthest, and also the best hidden.