memory file 15.6.91, KEK campground (albania)
[Memory recovered by L. Jordan from undisclosed DMLE source, 2017. Memory altered to conceal identities of both parties; context suggests Party 1 to be Alastor Moody, lead auror on Albanian mission (‘Operation Black Eagle’) and Party 2 to be Rufus Scrimgeour, head of auror office.]
Location: camp outside Theth, County Shkröder (Albania). Present parties: [source, undisclosed], Party 1 [A. Moody?]; Party 2 [R. Scrimgeour], present via two-way mirror.
PARTY 1: He’s gone over the edge. The Bug, I mean.
PARTY 2: Q?
PARTY 1: That’s the one. He’s over.
PARTY 2: What happened?
PARTY 1: He’s been making comments for ages. Strange things. We thought it was an act at first. But it seems he’s gone over the edge. He wants to off them. Off them all. He wants into the centre of it all. Our legimens caught him plotting to off [REDACTED].
PARTY 2: I hope your legimens doesn’t spend too much time reading me, then.
PARTY 1: Well. If he wasn’t flipped when he went in, he is now. I’m ready for an arrest.
PARTY 2: We need intent. We need him to act. Then we can respond.
PARTY 1: What do you need? An imperius? A crucio?
PARTY 2: That’d help.
PARTY 1: Fine. Then we wait.
PARTY 2: Feel free to – escalate things. If you must. Bones is drumming her fingers. There’s pressure from downstairs too. Something’s up. I don’t know what. We don’t want to blow our cover yet, though. We need to be sure an arrest is worth it before we make one. Don’t want to blow our line before a bigger fish comes along, you know.
PARTY 1: Well. Just say the word. I’ve got my chips and vinegar ready.