"Yeah? I wouldn't know. But I would if you'd take me for a ride," Skye stated, her brown eyes shining brightly.
"Skye!" Coulson reprimanded.
"Oh, come on, A.C., can't blame a girl for trying," Skye replied, not looking the least bit sorry.
"Oh, smitherins!" a voice complained, drawing the group's attention.
"Is there a problem, Agent Simmons?" May asked.
"Oh, no, I just noticed that coming in," a young female agent with chestnut-brown hair wearing a lab coat replied, waving at something behind the group.
Mage turned along with the others to see some agents wheeling a pair of giant bins into the room, presumably carrying more rubble for the scientists to shift through.
"It's going to take us forever to sort through it all," Simmons commented.
"It'd take less time if you'd stop complaining and got to work, Jemma," another scientist, this one with a Scottish accent, commented.
"What exactly are you looking for?" Mage asked.
"We need to find all of the pieces of alien technology and separate them out from everything native to Earth," the male scientist replied.
"And then take it somewhere safe where we can make sure that it doesn't pose a threat to anyone," Simmons added.
"I might be able to help with that," Mage replied, flicking his wrist to bring his wand into his hand.
Mage walked across the room so that his back was against one wall. Then, after taking a careful look around the room, he gave a single nod and lifted his wand. A single large sweep encompassing the room preceded a number of carefully aimed flicks.
And then it was as though the entire room was inside a whirlwind. Every single piece of rubble on the giant tarps and in the bins lifted into the air before swirling around and around. Then, with one final burst of magic, as though he was conducting a symphonic orchestra, Mage directed everything exactly where he wanted it to go.
To one side of the room, went everything of Earth, piling up neatly on the tarps. And to the other side, went everything not of Earth.
"Woah!" Skye exclaimed, as her feet slid across the marble floor, directly towards the group of tarps now holding the non-Earth based materials.
"What happened? What did you do?" the male scientist demanded, one hand still up in front of him where he'd been holding a piece of rubble in front of his scientific instrument.
"I simply separated everything out; I put everything alien over there," Mage replied, pointing to his left but staring at Skye.
The girl in question was standing wide-eyed with her legs braced and her arms out to the side as if to increase her balance.
"If you were only moving the alien bits over that way, then why did Skye move about like that?" Coulson demanded.
"I don't know," Harry replied slowly, his curiosity piqued and unable to take his eyes away from her.
He never could resist a mystery, after all.
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Soon after, Harry was shooed out of the University Library by the agitated scientists – really, Harry'd thought that they'd be grateful for his help, but apparently not.
Who knew that resorting all of the debris from the battle would mean that the scientists would need to start their analysing all over again, just in case his magic had missed something? Not that it would have. And they'd also made a fuss about the possibility of his magic contaminating their readings so that they might get something called a 'positive-negative', basically a reading saying that they were detecting alien residue when in fact all that they were detecting was Harry's magic.
The fact that Harry's magic had searched out and moved everything that it could find that was not-of-Earth and had also affected Skye to the point where she was sent sliding across the floor, upped their argument. That was something that Harry couldn't explain either. When it came right down to it, it shouldn't have affected her. It didn't with anyone else, only her.
Thus, why Harry had exchanged one library for another – the Greenwich University Library for the one in Grimmauld Place.
His search through the old, dusty tomes for a reason for his magic affecting Skye like that had come up empty. The fact that he wasn't exactly sure what he should be looking for didn't help in the slightest. There were so many possibilities. He'd scoured every magical theory book that he could find, but if this particular phenomenon – where a muggle had been affected by magic when it wasn't directed at them – had happened before, it hadn't been documented. At least, not in the books that Harry'd looked through.
Really, this was where he'd normally rely on Hermione; she was a fiend when it came to researching. She, however was swamped at work, having taken a couple of days off because of his visit already and he didn't want to add to that. No, for now, he'd do his own research; he could always ask her about it later, assuming that he didn't find an explanation in the meantime.
"Master," Kreacher said, interrupting Harry as he searched the shelves once again. "There are some muggles in the park acting strange even by muggle standards. Kreacher thinks they be looking for the house."
Harry blinked at the ancient house elf.
"Really? I'll take a look," he said.
Leaving the library, Harry crossed the hall and entered the nearest bedroom which allowed him to look from the window across the road and down to the park. One look was enough to make him sigh. The one-eyed, bald, black man with the long black leather trench coat was staring at where twelve Grimmald Place should be, his arms crossed. His companion seemed to be frowning between the device in her hand and her surroundings.
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