"I don’t care! We need to find the culprits as quickly as possible. I don’t want a situation where we have a Nundu roaming about Knockturn Alley again!" I ordered the Aurors next to me as I walked alongside Gethsemane Prickle, who looked just as annoyed as I was. The Aurors nodded and walked in separate directions. Glancing at Gethsemane, she looks like the very image of what the non magical world imagined a witch would look like. Her robes were loose and vaguely remind me of wiccan attire. Her bead necklace that depicts the phases of the seasons added to the look. She was a stern woman who was quite professional, unless something aberrant developed like the Nundu incident. She had an Augurey on her shoulder who was very comfortable with its position. The bird often tried to lean over and beg for attention, but we both were too engrossed in our discussion.