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To say she was frustrated would have been an over statement, but to say she was completely calm would have been a lie also... Pin-straight dark hair, fell down her back as she paced the halls of the mansion - Yes, Christopher knew where the mansion was now, at least she assumed. He'd been there the previous night and she just couldn't have that - he would soon be killed. That was her plan anyways. And she'd also kill anyone else who decided it was a nice night for a stroll throught the woods. The outskirts of London was a horrible place for anyone to be lately, especially muggles and half bloods, but Christopher... His luck would be the worst if he were to venture too far out there.
That's when it happened - her mental link was cut and she ended up giving a simple cold glare towards the man who dared bring her the tea a single minute after when he said it would be brought. Not that she truly cared... What she cared about, was that her puppet had just been killed. She took the tea and sipped it slowly, a look of relaxation coming over her face as she paced a few more steps... Franziska was in no mood for speaking, not to anyone who didn't have anything important to tell her, that was. The man simply asked if her tea was to her liking, and another shot of icy eyes was sent his way and he simply left the room with a bow. "The tea is wonderful." she muttered as he left, however, those emerald eyes locked on a female who had managed to enter the room without her noticing - too much attention on that pathetic man who'd brought her tea, she blamed for it.
"Medea... Be a dear and come sit." Medea smirked a bit, but Franziska could see through that smirk. Her eyes locked with the slightly shorter female and frowned. "Why, what ever is the matter..?" she asked softly.
The messy-haired girl's smirk faltered a bit and her eyes widened; "Ah... Uhm... Well, ya see... It's just that... What I mean is-" Slap. Medea's head turned with the impact of Fran's hand and she forced back the tears as she looked up to her; "We failed in takin' the castle. Our group was met half-way there by Professer Turner... He's fast, I'll give 'im that!" the look she recieved from the taller female, however, was one that made her shrink back a bit. "We'll try again, I swear. I promise! Don't worry, we'll get it..."
Fran's hand rose again, and Medea flinched slightly, but simply had a soft pat on her head a few times. Her eyes opened and looked up to Fran before she turned from Medea and walked over to the sofa a little ways away, taking a seat, patting the place next to her, after sitting, as to invite Medea over. She went willingly, of course, but she couldn't help but be a little nervous. She adored Franziska, there was no denying that, but some of the methods the other woman used... well, they hurt, to put it simply. Not that she minded. She wouldn't say anything even if she did mind, though. She wanted Fran to be happy with her, and if what it took was enduring said pain, she would do it a million times over.
"Here." Fran spoke, holding out a tea cup from a tray, Medea took it, and she poured some tea in from the pot with a sweet smile. Dea's eyes looked to the tea once more before lingering on Franziska's, and then back to the drink before taking a few sips.
Time passed and the silence was almost overwhelming. Medea didn't want to speak though. Last time she had, she'd gotten in a bit of trouble. Only if Fran spoke to her, would she speak at this point. She finished her tea and placed it on the table in front of the sofa they were sitting on, and leaned back a bit on it, relaxing some. It was a nice place, she had to admit... She hadn't been there in quite some time. Not since she was four... She had been living with the Malfoys since then... But now she was home - it was a nice feeling. Her mother's... house elf's... cooking, could be smelled through the mansion... it was delicious smelling, to say the very least. She got memories of her childhood, smelling it throughout the semi-familiar home. Her eyes closed, and a small smile came to her lips, but the look of bliss was quickly wept away when she heard Fran's voice say something;
"I'm sure it will be fine. Yes, thank you. Medea?" Medea's chocolate eyes found Franziska's piercing emeralds before shifting down to the hand that was held out toward her; "Would you show me to the third-guest bedroom..? Your mother says that it was prepared for me by the house elves." Medea's eyes looked to her mother who was still in the room and smiled a bit, nodding. She took Fran's hand in her own, and the two of them stood from their seat.
"Alright, it's this way, c'mon."
She lead the other woman to the stairs, recalling the house's layout, and guided her up them, down a hall and opened a door. Her eyes shifted to the next door down the hall and shook her head a bit before letting Fran enter first. "This is it. Nothin' too fancy; jus' a guest bedroom, right? So-"
"And where is your room?"
Medea looked to Fran as she turned after stepping through the door. "Next one down to the right."
"May I see?"
"I guess.. Not much ta see, most o' my stuff's over at the Malfoy's house, ya know..? I'd been livin' there since I was four, so.. Th'only stuff here'd be for kids." she explained, then stepped out and went down the hall to the next door, opening it and looking in. She hadn't seen it since that day... Her heart sank a little, as she looked over the belongings inside. Her old bed - it was pretty big bed for a four year old. A deep-coloured mahogany, with a white canopy over the top small olive-coloured butterflies scattered over the fabric. Her bedding matched the canopy... She had furniture throughout the large room... small chairs, a small desk, dressers and a wardrobe.
She took a step in, but was fallowed closely by Franziska; the thoughts of her childhood swept aside as she heard the door close and lock behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder at the taller of the two but felt her body get slammed against the wall. She took a quick breath in as she felt those slender fingers through her hair, and a warm breath sweeping past her neck a moment; though the breath moved up some and turned to words; "You won't fail me again, will you..?" Medea's head shook slightly as her eyes closed tightly at the feeling of the fingers in her hair tightening around her messy curls and pulling slightly, her head going against the wall a little harder. "Mm... Good~ 'Cause you know that there is punishment to follow, if you do..." a quick nod from Medea and Fran leaned in a little closer, licking slightly with a rather hard bite to the smaller's ear - though it was hard for Medea to tell if it was loving or in such a way as an owner would their dog for disobeying.
"Yeah... Yeah I know, I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I'll get it right next time."
"You get a break for a little while..." Fran got an odd look however, from the other at that statement. "I'm sending someone else to gather information for us... But don't get too comfortable. We'll be making a rather personal visit ourselves, once I get the information I need." she pulled a bit harder on Medea's hair with that and pulled back from her and turned to the door, unlocking it. "Don't follow me." she said in a rather cold tone, then walked down the hall with a rather swift step.
Medea, on the other hand knew better than to go against that order; she rose a hand into her curls and ran her own fingers through it gently for a moment; a fair-few strands easily coming out of the mess as she did, each falling to the floor. She looked around her old room once more, and went over, taking a seat on the edge of her bed a moment, grabbing that old stuffed Hippogryff and laying down, her face shoved into one of the many pillows, the Hippogryff being squeezed rather tightly in her arms.
Franziska passed Medea's mother once more on her way out and simply smiled. "The bedroom is lovely, thank you." Upon being asked where Medea was; she gave a short answer of ; "Her room." and then made her way outside and toward the tree-line. She went into the wooded area and looked behind her, making sure that no one was spying then cast a quick Muffliato charm. "Come out, no one can hear now; and no one's looking to see." she held out a piece of paper to the being who approached her from behind a near-by tree. A little laughter errupted from it, identifying itself as a male. His laugh was a little crazed, but she didn't seem to mind. "Study these steps, follow them, and don't let me down."
"But of course~!" he cheered, the mask on his face showing a large smile, and slits of happiness for eyes; his body language showed excitement, and he reached out quickly snatching the paper from her hands. "So this is it?" he asked her, his head tilting to one side a bit, she gave a nod as a reply; "Good, yes, very good! Great! Wonderful~ Superb! We'll get it done right away sir, ma'am, madame, misses~ Right away~" - then he apparated.
She gave an annoyed look at the traces of magick left behind and simply turned. 'You'd best get it done quickly. Else we might have some trouble...'
 Aya the Small · Fri Nov 09, 2012 @ 01:54am · 0 Comments |
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