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[SVEN ATTICUS JOHANSON]

Sven had been traveling far more than he'd have preferred. The search for his wife's killer had drained him considerably, and he was home to rest, though chances were he was going to find himself back on the hunt before too long. The man had created chaos for Sven's life, and he was fortunate that Melfina had not been killed by him. The problem was still that he had gotten away from Sven, and that almost never happened. He was certain though that he'd find the man, even if it took years after to track him down again and put an end to him. This was a day though, that he needed to rest, and that meant getting home from the Ministry and in bed for the first time in a long time. He had gone many nights without sleep, though he did find time for the occasional nap, and it was time for him to get some real sleep in before returning to work until he heard of any clues regarding the murderer. Sighing, he shook his head some to clear it up, stepping away from the Floo Network fire and walking towards the entrance of the Ministry to head home.

Dressed in a suit comprised of a brown sports coat, a white, long-sleeved button-up shirt, a gray button up vest, brown slacks, a black belt, and black dress shoes, Sven was eager to get home and get into something different. The briefcase in his hand had alternate clothes in there, but there was only maybe two sets of clothes, and that had been somewhat constricting as he really didn't have much variety. Then again, he was a Ministry official going abroad, albeit only an Auror. Sighing again, he shook his head as he continued out of the Ministry, figuring it would be better to just get home. He hadn't gotten too far however before he got the sense that he was being followed. Glancing back nonchalantly, he didn't notice anything, which baffled him some as he resumed looking ahead of him. Maybe it was just a lingering sense from when he was abroad and on the hunt. Then again, it really could just be that someone was following him, as he turned to look and saw that someone was following him, or more like it was someone rushing to catch up with him. With a chuckle, Sven stopped to allow the person to do just that, curious to know what they were after.

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Rylyn heard through the grape vine that Sven was back from his manhunt once again and decided to throw out a bone. In other words invite him to dinner with him and the missus and be polite, he knew what is was like to want avenge your family. Still he had to admire the man’s drive, he never gave up even when people though his attempts were a bit foolish. Still if his daughter was kidnapped he kill anyone in his path to find her, if she didn’t first. He saw Sven about to leave for home, he guessed and rushed to catch up with him. He was all for promoting intermingling between law enforcement, no need to mention that this man was on his watch list. Yes every dark wizard knew that Auror Johanson was one of the competent ones, he was always good at tracking. Obviously someone to keep an eye which was why he knew everything about Sven, his family and anything else. When Sven stooped he was grateful he was in no mood to run after the man, it wasn’t that important.

”Good day, Auror Johanson, how are you today?” He asked with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He was usually a cheerful chap but his recent dealings had him a bit paranoid, not to mention that his daughter went to school with his kids.



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[SVEN ATTICUS JOHANSON]

"Ah, well if it isn't the Chief of the Wizengamot. Surely I didn't miss a court date while I was gone, did I?" he replied with a laugh, one that sounded real, but was as fake as the smile Sven often wore around work. Conner was a strange man who had quite a number of rumors surrounding him. If Sven had any time, he would've looked into those rumors, but alas he had not the time, nor the desire, to look for truth or fiction there. He had a bit of a manhunt going on at the moment, even if that manhunt was taking far longer than it should have. Feeling a icy tingle along the inside of his right forearm, Sven rubbed at it absently, noting only after that it very well could have been the Dark Mark branded on his arm from his short spell as a Death Eater. He would've much rather died then, but given that his life was not the one threatened, he had reluctantly joined. It hadn't been his late wife's either, but she was the casualty when a dark wizard paid a call. He had no idea if it had been a fellow ex-Death Eater, but he was certain that the man would meet a very, very untimely end when Sven finally caught up to him, and that was going to be something he enjoyed with a huge amount of relief.

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