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227 Fortuitous Event?

The elderly woman just points and directs him down the road, he can hear her muttering about "Country b.u.mpkins" as he leaves. Only after he's half way to his destination does he realise that he doesn't know when the conference starts... The familiar act of pus.h.i.+ng through the large crowds fills him with joy and antic.i.p.ating to experience modern society again, wait, is he dressed properly for this kind of setting? He glances over his shoulder at the handle of his two blades and shrugs. This outfit will help him retrieve Ciri as she'll definitely know what it represents. In fact, he's had to keep his head low to try not draw attention to his cat-like eyes, he knows that some people have a similar condition to him in this world due to shoddy Animagus attempts but most would still find it eerie.

His metal plated boots clink against the stone floor as he finally spots a large half constructed stage that's presumably meant for the conference. He looks to the side and spots a small group already gathering in antic.i.p.ation for the sudden event, he nudges one man and asks, "Excuse me, when will the conference start?" he says with his head down, trying to keep his eyes hidden.

The man has short dark brown hair, brown eyes and a full bushy beard. He's around a head shorter than Reima's now 6.2ft height. The man glances at him, "In an hour or so it said in the Daily Prophet. Thank goodness someone put down that vicious criminal." Reima doesn't retort at the fact that an innocent man was unfortunately killed, he was sure Ciri had no idea who the man was, let alone the conspiracy around his incarceration. "Do you know anything about the woman who killed Black?" he asks trying to gather information.

The man shrugs, "Just what I've read, not even a photo of her in the papers yet, hehe, I bet she's quite the looker... Oh, apologies, I'm Gibbon Hawtrey."

Reima nods, "Reima Ludvig, Witch.. Wizard, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." he says stoically while shaking Gibbon's hand, still keeping his gaze low.

Gibbon "So, you know anything about this heroic la.s.s?"

Reima begins to shake his head but stops partway, "Maybe, she reminds me of an old acquaintance."

He waits there for a while until the stage is fully constructed, after which the reports are led into the front row as a Pink Cardigan wearing woman walks up to the podium and puts his wand to her throat. "We will begin the conference in a couple more minutes, while we appreciate it is indeed short notice the Minister wished to award the heroic young woman who risked her life to apprehend the sick criminal we all know of as Sirius Black." Her words reverberate around the crowded street, murmurs echo from the crowd as she steps back and allows the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge to escort a young white haired woman with a large scar across her left cheek. Her clothing is still not dirty but certainly tattered, as if she'd been thrown into a wood chipper and climbed out, she's currently wearing her trademark white blouse that has a slit revealing a Wolf's head medallion that comfortable sits in her cleavage. The blouse is tucked into a brown corset, a jewelled metal belt over that and tight leather pants underneath. One thing that draws everyone's gaze is the singe large sword holstered on her back.

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Minister Fudge walks up to the podium and clears his throat before placing his wand at his neck to amplify his voice. "Good evening everyone! I know you all must've read in the paper that the criminal Sirius Black has been caught, indeed even I was surprised at this fortuitous event. With his miraculous escape our Auror's had tracked him down as he tried to flee the country, only to find him impaled by the brave young woman behind me... I'd like to present Ciri Rivia, come up on stage here Ciri." he says as he almost drags her up to the podium, many flashes of camera's go off making her jump and almost draw her weapon.

"Miss Ciri! Can you tell us how you caught Black?"

"Where are you from!?!"

"Why do you carry a sword?"

The questions come flooding in, startling her, she seems to use a breathing technique to calm her nerves before beginning to speak.