Spade is smoking and reading his notes, revising and reorganizing them. His part in the case is done, really, but he wants to be sure he had the fact straight. As straight as they will be, under the circumstances. If she knows Spade is from the 1930s, he should be easy enough to pick out.
*she doesn't, but he does look like a diligent, focused sort of individual--the sort whom McGonagall respects--so she'll move near him, but not offensively near* Forgive me the interruption--but I'm looking for a Mr. Sam Spade. Do you have any idea where I might find him?
*amused at his manner--she was growing up in the 30s, after all* A pleasure to meet you--Minerva McGonagall. I have been attempting to investigate the murders--in particular, the one conducted by magic. Your note for my colleague, Professor Prewett, indicated that Evan Rosier was the culprit; he is a member of a known ring of *searches for an appropriate muggle term* revolutionary fanatics who have waged war on my faction for over a decade. Tell me--does Carstone's murder appear to have been part of a coordinated assault?
*and Daemon looks at the owl with some bemusement (the way his people send messages is mostly psychic), before penning a note back and giving it to the owl*
Headmistress McGonagall,
I can meet whenever you'd like to. Is now preferable?
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Headmistress McGonagall,
I can meet whenever you'd like to. Is now preferable?
Sadi
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Sadi,
I will await you in the main room of the mansion.
McGonagall
*and she will be found occupying an armchair, reading the notes that Spade's given her about the murder cases*
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