Darcy Addison walked down the hall, he had just retured form a meeting at the hospital, it was interesteresting actually someone had shot the minister of magic and Vinzent Zolnerowich at the ministry today. It had be his wonderful honor and plesure to tell the trustees there that Zolnerowich was not crazy.. just very high of a slight overdose on pain killer, and would be his usual self in the morning. But that isn't what interested the man, was interested him was who would do it? and why? and with a filthy muggle gun.. it certainly wasn't one of them.
It also occured to him they could use this to there own advantage... two of there leaders shot by a muggle gun. If this wasn't a time for Lord Corvus to strick something he didn't know what was.
It came as a shock to everyone that much was plainly obvious.. the shooting, clever really, but not very effective, the victims would be recoverd by morning mostly.
Darcy walked up to the main room door and knocked, his hand on the knob to open it as soon as he was summoned, if there was anyone there anyway.
"Lord Corvos?"