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"A guy from Temporal is visiting." William began, "No idea what he's waiting for, but I hear it has something to do with the old storage lockers below the Hall of Prophecy. Best I can figure that's where something is going to happen, and he's here to observe."

"Temporal." Jocelyn mused. "I've not had any experience with them myself, but my sister did – of course, they obliviated her of the experience. She's lost a full year on that."

"I think they're lying to us about Temporal," William said, shrugging. "The higher-ups, that is. I suspect that they've broken the time-turner limit long ago and are just keeping it silent."

"What would be the point?" Jocelyn said dejectedly. "Unless they've figured out a way to change the universe, they can't actually change history one bit."

"I suppose," William admitted. "Well, that's the big news, in any case – it's rare enough that one of them shows up around here. Most of them are hauled up in Site 17, no doubt."

"Site 17 doesn't exist any more." Jocelyn retorted, resettling herself, flattening Ceres' surface. "It was already being evacuated when mum was still on the job, it's been ages."

"You do take all this propaganda seriously, don't you?" William said in wonder. "I highly doubt that the Departments of Mysteries of all the magical nations in the world were incapable of saving their own base of operations. It's unthinkable. I think Site 17 is still in use."

"For what?" scoffed Jocelyn. "Ever since the break-up, none of the Departments have been all too glad to team up with any of the others. There's no international organization left to use it, even if still existed."

"Don't you think that the reason for the break-up has never been explained? By anyone? I believe it's a huge cover-up. The Unspeakables went into hiding and all they'll show to the world at large is the perfectly allowed things, while everything that needs to be kept secret is trucked off to a secret base. Site 17, hidden from prying eyes."

"Interesting theories, William," Jocelyn said with an odd look on her face. "What makes you think that this," she waved around absentmindedly, "All of this is a ruse?"

"Just think," William stated, getting riled up. "The Minister never even comes down here – if he ever has a meeting with Unspeakables, it's in an undisclosed location. The higher-ups don't actually have any offices anywhere in the building, but I've seen them walk into this very department numerous times, only to vanish. I believe that this is merely a front for the REAL Department."

"And to think I thought you were harmless." Jocelyn stated with an air of disinterest, as she raised her wand. "You've been quite an observant one, haven't you? Obliviate."

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