Raids in Borgin & Burkes

A small taskforce of Aurors were stood in Knockturn Alley outside the shop Borgin & Burkes which of course sold revered dark artifacts. Another raid...last time Alastor and Mr. Weasley and found a Vanishing Cabinet, although at the time they did not know how dangerous it was.

But yet another raid into this dark shop always gave Alastor a shiver, even these old trinkets could be dangerous to him and his fellow partners. Each time he picked up an item he would have to hold his walking stick in his arm.

Looking around he accidently dropped the battered skull he was holding as he heard a creaking noise from upstairs.

"You break it, you pay for it." grunted Borgin but to his utmost displeasure the revered Auror just growled at him and looked up at the ceiling.

Who was up there?
Or what?


[Death Eaters, people playing tricks, or worse...much worse..]



(Anyone can join, add to the storyline. Death-Eaters up there, or just stupid kids? Or even worse...?)

He groaned gently as he looked up at the ceiling a look of suspicion in his eyes, he then turned to Borgin his grim face frowning at the small man.

"What's upstairs?" he asked, his magical eye still gazing at the ceiling from the back of his head.

"Come on now speak up Borgin!" he said beckoning him to say something.

He heard the small man say 'nothing' while he shook his head.

(( Sorry, I'm ill. Something about a brain tumour. I really have a sore head.)

((Then you shouldnt be on until you feel better.))
Tonks whispered to Alastor "Should I go see whats causing the noises?" She looked up at the ceiling again, her eyebrows pulling together.