Alice wasn't sure where she'd gained the ability to separate her work from her personal life's emotions, though she supposed she'd been practicing that skill since Marlene's death. She and Frank had been on the scene when arresting Travers, and as much as she wanted to kill him at that moment, she'd done everything by the book so that they couldn't mess it up. The rest of her pregnancy was going to be a bloody thrill if this was how haywire her emotions were going to be. Alice couldn't be sure if she was able to switch her feelings on and off because she was an auror or because of the baby, but---it wasn't something she liked.
After completely examining the body, the only conclusion she could come to at the moment, before an autopsy could be performed for potion and poisoning reasons, Alice believed it was The Killing Curse. She couldn't find any visible symptoms, and the body had been left, discarded, for so long that any remnants of the spell were diminished.
That was it, then. Avis would come in for the final look over, but. Her job was done. Alice turned to Roderick, knowing her eyes were still red from the tears before, and she swallowed roughly as her throat hurt from her crying. She pulled out some parchment, and glad that she didn't have to---God, if she would've had to call Emmeline in to identify the body---Alice slid the parchment over to Roderick, handing out a quill,
"Roderick Dearborn, do you identify this body to be that of Caradoc Dearborn?"
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