Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

The words hit Jaegar like a physical blow. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the accusation. "What? Why?" he sputtered, genuine confusion evident in his voice.

Ewen's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. "You'll be briefed on the specifics during your interrogation. For now, I'd prefer if you came with us peacefully. It'll be better for everyone involved."

Jaegar's gaze darted between Ewen and the stern-faced officers surrounding him. The crime they mentioned—breach of barrier—was unfamiliar to him, at least by that name.

As he stood there, weighing his options, memories of his time at Cledwarys Academy flooded back. They had been classmates at the academy. Jaegar didn't have much to remember about him.

Ewen, for his part, was struggling to reconcile the disheveled figure before him with the brilliant, if somewhat rebellious, student he had known at the academy. When news of Jaegar's alleged crimes had first broke, Ewen was shocked.

He had followed the case with growing interest, poring over reports and witness statements, trying to understand how the promising young wizard he had known could have fallen so far.

Now, seeing Jaegar in person, Ewen felt a complex mix of emotions. There was disappointment, certainly, and a sense of duty that compelled him to carry out his orders. But there was also a flicker of curiosity, a desire to understand what had driven Jaegar to this point.

After a moment of tense silence, Jaegar made his decision. With a weary sigh, he slowly raised his hands in surrender. Two officers stepped forward, producing a set of enchanted manacles that glowed with a soft, blue light. As they secured the cuffs around Jaegar's wrists, he could feel the dampening effect on his magic – not a complete suppression, but enough to prevent any major spellcasting.

As the group began to move towards the exit, Ewen fell into step beside Jaegar. His voice was low, meant only for Jaegar's ears. "You've certainly changed, a lot," he said, with a curious tone.

Jaegar's response was a quiet, bitter chuckle. "You have no idea," he murmured.

The unlikely pair made their way through the bank, followed closely by the contingent of magical law enforcement. The other patrons watched with a mix of fear and fascination as the bedraggled wizard was led away.

Whispers began to circulate, and by the time they reached the street, a small crowd had gathered to witness the spectacle.

Outside, a black carriage waited, its windows tinted with a spell that obscured the interior from prying eyes. As Jaegar was guided towards it, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the polished surface of the vehicle. The face that stared back at him was barely recognizable – gaunt, weathered, with eyes that held secrets and sorrows beyond his years.

As he was helped into the carriage, Jaegar's mind was already working, analyzing every detail of his situation. The specific charge, Ewen's presence, the timing of his arrest – all of it felt connected to something larger, a puzzle whose pieces were just beginning to fall into place.

The door closed behind him with a soft thud, and Jaegar felt the carriage lurch into motion. As it wound its way through the streets of Sphepet Circle, carrying him towards an uncertain fate, one thought burned brightly in his mind: whatever game was being played, whatever forces were at work, he would uncover the truth.

As the black carriage wound its way through the twisting streets, Jaegar's sharp eyes caught glimpses of a city on high alert. Plastered on walls, lamp posts, and shop windows were flyers bearing his likeness – a younger, cleaner version of himself, but unmistakably him. The sight sent a chill down his spine, the reality of his situation sinking in with each passing moment.

These magical posters were more than mere paper and ink. They shimmered with an enchantment that caused the image to subtly shift, attempting to match any disguise or change in appearance the subject might adopt. It was clever spellwork, and Jaegar found himself grudgingly impressed even as he realized how it had led to his swift capture.

The carriage came to a stop outside an imposing building that seemed to exist in a state of flux, its architecture constantly shifting between Victorian grandeur and something far more modern and alien. This was office of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, a place Jaegar had only heard whispered about in his student days.

As he was led from the carriage, flanked by stern-faced officers, Jaegar's gaze met Ewen's. The young inspector's expression was unreadable, a mask of professional detachment, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes – curiosity.

"This way," Ewen said, his voice clipped and formal as he guided the procession into the building.

The interior of the station was a hive of activity. Wizards and witches in various uniforms hurried about, carrying scrolls that occasionally unfurled themselves to float alongside their bearers.

Enchanted quills scribbled furiously in midair, taking down reports and testimonies. And everywhere, there were more of those wanted posters, Jaegar's face staring back at him from a dozen different angles.

They descended a spiraling staircase that seemed to go far deeper than the building's exterior would suggest. The air grew cooler, and the magical buzz that permeated the upper floors faded to a dull hum. Finally, they reached a long corridor lined with doors of solid black wood.

Ewen led them to one of these doors, which swung open at his touch. Inside was a room that seemed to defy the laws of physics; its walls were an impossibly deep black that absorbed all light, creating the illusion of an infinite void. The only furniture was a simple table and two chairs, both of which appeared to float in the darkness.

"Have a seat, Jaegar," Ewen said, gesturing to one of the chairs. "We have a lot to discuss."