Elder Blood Witcher 228 Not A Witch?

Ciri doesn't know how she got here, one moment she'd just struck down a Man/Dog? And then she's teleported into some kind of hotel where she's told to bath quickly, she does so and is then presented with a man called Avery Nott who interrogates her, it seems he isn't satisfied with most of her answers consisting of "I don't know" and "I just happened to be there"... In the shes hauled up and dragged through the streets and brought up on stage in-front of hundreds of people... The only thing she appreciates is the weird spell that'd cleaned all the dirt and grime off of her and her clothing.

Ciri "Can I take your questions one at a time? I can't make them out when they're being shouted at me." she loudly says. Minister Fudge comes up behind her and asks, "Ciri, did you lose your wand?"

Ciri "I've never owned a wand..." her words stump the portly man.

Fudge "Have you even had magical education?"

She nods, "I did but it was cut short due to unforeseen circ.u.mstances."

Fudge "Well, I suppose I'll have to a.s.sist you then, wouldn't want our heroes voice going hoa.r.s.e." he says and he places his wand against the side of her throat.

"Thank yo-" she says but when it reverberates around the street she stops short, turning to the now relatively quieter reporters she looks at them expectantly.

A woman with blonde curly hair and a colourful outfit steps up with a green quill floating behind her along with a parchment. "Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet. Miss Ciri, we all appreciate the service you've provided to the magical world but my readers and I have serious doubts about your ability to not only disable, but kill a dangerous wizard like Sirius Black... Can you tell us how stopped the man? Perhaps the spells you used to finally end his tyranny?"

Ciri looks at her confused, "Spells? I simply cut him down..."

The crowd murmurs and Rita continues, "So you didn't use any magic at all? Only a dated muggle weapon?"

Ciri nods to confirm.
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Rita, "Why would a Witch who is presumably as powerful as yourself cripple herself by using a muggle weapon?"

Ciri "Ah, I barely even started learning magic before I was forced away. The only skill I have is my Swordsmans.h.i.+p, I'm not from around these lands so I have not a clue to what kind of magic you all use." Her words cause an uproar in the crowd, not only does she not use magic but she apprehended one of the most dangerous men alive with nothing but a sword? Everyone was amazed with the exception of the pure bloods her were extremely appalled.

Gibbon nudges Reima and speaks, "Never knew she'd be one of those sorts, I can't believe I praised her at one point. Disgusting thing should go live with the Muggles if she wishes to reject our ways." he spits.

Reima spots Minister Fudge looking extremely uncomfortable standing next to Ciri, he palms something in his pocket as looks to be contemplating something. Ciri is asked a couple more questions to which she gives vague answers, she doesn't even hint at her Elder Blood abilities, rightly so as she doesn't need anymore pursuers.

As the questioning is almost over Minister Fudge takes away his wand guides Ciri behind him as he steps back onto the podium, "Thank you for your questions, now I find myself wis.h.i.+ng to show magical Britain's appreciation aside from the bounty on Black's head." he guides her next to him as he retrieves a Golden medal with a purple ribbon, "I'd like to present Miss Ciri Rivia with a Second Order of Merlin for exemplary services to the people." he says as he tries to keep his gaze off of her cleavage to pin it on her blouse.

Most of the crowd cheers with the exception of the pure-bloods who seethe silently, the man called Gibbon seems incredibly furious at this but suddenly stifles his anger and leaves.

Minister Fudge continues speaking a few more complementary things and giving plat.i.tudes to the uninterested reporters before drawing the conference to a close, he guides Ciri off the stage and Reima tries to intercept them. He's halted by some Auror's preventing anyone from approaching the Minister. Ciri is only a couple feet away so he raises his voice, "Ciri!" this catches her attention and she turns her head and looks into his cat-like eyes.

Ciri "Geralt?" she mutters as she stops in place, Fudges attempts to pull her don't work as she approaches Reima.

Ciri "Wait, you're not Geralt..." she asks confused, how did a Witcher find himself in this world? Does this world have it's own Witchers? Reima's next few words confirm her suspicions.

Reima "Hows Geralt doing?"

She doesn't get a chance to reply as Fudge comes to see what's the holdup, "Ciri? We still have things to talk about, come along."

Reima squeezes closer while still being held back by the Auror's, "Apologies Minister Fudge, I am a close friend of Ciri's and was surprised to see her around these parts... She seems to be incredibly disoriented with the situation, would you mind if I accompanied her?"

Fudge thinks, Ciri is clearly not from around here and from the brief questioning period has no idea about the delicate political situation of Magical Britain, perhaps this man could help him direct her, maybe to a.s.sist in his future endeavours? An endors.e.m.e.nt from Britain's new hero would go a long way after all... In the end he just nods, the Auror's let him through and he briskly walks beside Ciri.