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Iris looked over her newspaper once. Then twice. She did a full 360 so fast that her neck hurt. Yet she still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched.
She folded over her newspaper and paused.
Then, she discreetly pulled out her wand. It was a risky move, since she was in a public square full of No-maj and could’ve very well risked MASCUA on her ass.
She murmured incantations with fast handiwork, and soon confirmed her suspicions.
The pigeons (that were what they were called by the No-Maj), that were obviously surrounding her, were not ordinary birds, as the No-Maj around her believed. They were mutations created by a group within the government. They were sent to blend in with the regular birds, so as to spy on the people.
However, there was something that the scientists (or demons, as Iris thought of them) had overlooked. The “pigeons” were frankly stupid and couldn’t see traps that were right in front of them. If you put some crackers dangling on a line above a fire, they would fly directly inside and become roasted pigeons. ( Iris had tried this herself and could vouch that they were quite delicious).
On a typical day, Iris would’ve loved to go and hunt all of those fowl, but she was waiting for an agent. For context, she and two of her closest friends were some of the co-founders of a group called the SUNFLOWERS, or SUNS for short.
The group’s purpose was to abolish a group within MACUSA called EXT that had taken over the entire government. Many reports of No-maj’s dying due to a disease outbreak were all over the news. Experimenters within the government had created potions to cover up visual signs of the Unforgivable Curses. Respiratory diseases and ungodly-sized pustules that were the size of basketballs. Like many of the other magic folk in her area, she respected and slightly pitied the muggles. The leader of the EXT, Al Crane, had only one goal in mind. Extinguish the non-magical. Months ago, MACUSA had fallen to the EXT, and the magical world in America was falling apart. Many families were fleeing to other countries. It was hard for Iris to recruit people, for fear of the growing number of spies. Iris was unfazed by this because, as long as she had her friends, who were basically blood-related, the world could have fallen apart right now.
With a quick flick of the wrist, she blasted the birds until there were only feathers and headed out to the meeting spot. She headed down an alley, and she spotted the familiar fluffy honey brown hair she was looking for.