Taking a breath, Ariadne straightened her red and gold tie, slipped on her short official witch's robe, and took a look at her files for the day.

It was time, she saw, for Hogwarts' semi-annual inspection. It was the custom of the Dark Lord to send an Auror to question the staff and a representation of the staff, to be sure there was no dissent. To be sure that everyone was keeping in line with the policy of the world now.

The Headmaster had escorted her into the Staff Room, and asked her to wait. She would be given an escort and assistant.

And so she opened up her file, looking at the names of the staff, and being sure she knew what she could about each of them. Each member of the staff looked loyal enough, but one could never be too careful.

Nor could one be too careful when looking for potential recruits.

Some might think that Cain was Herbology professor's drudge with some of the tasks given to him. One such duty was to escort a Ministry official about. Making sure there were no substitions or added subjects to the curriculum. This had the potential to be fun. The Aos Sí was happy to volunteer to talk with their guest.

Leaving the professor to prepare for his class, Cain made his way to the staff room. Used to the slight itch the metal of the castle gave him, he wrapped his knuckles on the wooden door before opening it. Giving the woman inside a playful smile stated, "I'll be your host for the duration of your visit. Where would you like to begin your tour?"

"Mister...Cain? Am I correct?" asked Ariadne as he came into the room. Though Ariadne might work for "The Man," "The Power," or whatever other disparaging terms one could come up with, she was not really part of it.

She flipped through a few pages in her file, seeing the brief information about him. Her eyes narrowed, eyes narrowing in something resembling concentration or annoyance. It soon smoothed into a calm, neutral expression. She really eyed him; not bad looking in his battered leather clothing.

"I'm Inquisitor Liddell," she said, rising from her seat and putting out a hand for him to shake.

Playful smile turning into one of a cheshire nature at the woman's wording. Unable to resist when she asked even though he knew she was sure of whom he was, Cain had to say, "Not at all. But if we meet him along the way I will be sure to point him out so you can reprimand him."

Head tilting as a bird did, Cain was curious about what the forms she was reading said to cause the frown. The way she was able to change moods was amusing and once again he was happy to have been the one for this job. Giving the woman a knowing look he gave an embelished bow as a stage actor might.

"Of course you are. I would have to be a bit thick to mistake you for a professor. Much too interesting for that." Rather then shake her hand he swept his arm towards the door. "Ladies first."

Chuckling, Ariadne made her way out into the hall, her high-heels making precise clicks on the tiled floor in time with her steps.

"Well, you have a flare for the dramatic, I'll give you that," she said, amused as they moved through the hall. She looked about, examining the school itself. She knew it kept itself magically repaired, but it was part of her duties to check the structure, the wardings...everything.

"The Headmaster provided me with a copy of the curriculum. I see nothing untoward there; what can you tell me of the staff, Cain? Are you familiar with them all, or just your immediate superior?"

Giving an appreciative nod at her comment he wasn't sure if he was glad or disappointed that she had a sense of humor. If she hadn't it would have been all the more fun to mischief her. That she was able to go along with his antics wasn't too bad. He could have fun either way so this really was a win-win situation.

Giving a slight twitch as one with a nervous tick did, Cain vowed once again that he would somehow remove every last bit of iron from this ruddy place. If not for that then he would be quite comfortable here. If you disregarded the humans that inhabitted the place.

"Oh sure, we have a regular ten pin league we do." The image of such a thing ever happening caused him to snicker a little before actually giving his gueat a sly smile. "Depends on your deffinition."

Keeping himself from jumping in joy that she was so free with words leaving him to answer any way he saw fit was almost hard. Of course he could have chosen to be offended since to the Aos Sí none were his superior. Entertainment and the chance to do mischief trumped his sense of pride, but only just. Giving it some thought he carelessly shrugged.

"They don't have a sense of humor when things go wrong." Not when it came down to Cain deciding to liven the place up. "All trying to be Daddy's favorite. The headmaster's slot will be opening up soon, or so I hear. They might just all be vying for the position."

"I've not heard about that," said Ariadne, surprised, "I was under the impression the powers that be were quite impressed with the Headmaster and how he runs this particular show."

Of course in a magical castle, one was never alone. However Cain seemed to be trustworthy enough. Much as she wanted to tell him everything, she wouldn't. Not yet anyway.

"I shall of course have to question all the staff at length," she went on, "including yourself. I am certain that a room has been prepared and the Headmaster is letting everybody know. Tell me, Cain; what of the students? Have there been any incidents of note since the last inspection?"

Students moved to and fro about them, going from class to class or to the Great Hall to study or up to their dormitories. A few were a little afraid, but Ariadne's smile and manner seemed to keep the students calm enough.