Thread: Black Wands (ThomasRHellsing and Lady Vi)

Murky, misty nights were normal in Heath, particularly in the autumn. Residents of the drowsy Cardiff suburb had no reason to think anything was amiss, but the whole town seemed blanketed by vague unease as well as fog. Row after row of identical townhouses seemed to wait with in-drawn breath for the next great disaster or the next disappearance. The twilight-wreathed street was somber, streetlights like candles at a wake. In the dimness, two figures moved quickly down the road. Both were dressed in black one short, one just taller than average, but both feminine and hooded against the fog. The short figure carried a canvas shopping bag that clinked when it bounced off her hip. It was a bad time to be out, but while the women hurried along, neither seemed particularly worried. Please do come! It would be so much fun! I haven't had a proper party in ages. The shorter figure pleaded as they turned a corner towards a single house with no car in the drive. You needn't worry about a dress. My red cocktail frock would be perfect. It should fit aside from the short hem, but legs like yours demand flaunting. The taller woman sighed and drew a slim wand from her sleeve to unlock the house. Out in the open, there was a small risk of being seen, but lately the Dark Lord's servants were growing more bold. And anyway, Ivanka Romanich wouldn't care about what frightened muggles saw, even if Nymphadora Tonks would. I don't know, Marie. It's a kind offer but... Tonks, in disguise as a Romanian Death Eater killed last year, untangled the wards that sealed the door. She tried to untangle herself from the invitation as well, but her companion was ruthless. No 'buts' this time, Iva. We both know how little social life you have. Marie stepped inside and removed her hood while the other woman stepped towards the dining room that served as a meeting hall. If you die an old maid I will take it personally! Despite herself, IvaTonks found herself smiling while checking the empty house for intruders. The body she wore was lean, and fairly athletic with almost absurdly large breasts. Well, Tonks thought they were absurd Marie seemed to think they were perfectly acceptable, given than her own bosom wasn't much smaller. Tonks was fairly certain it was a cosmetic spell for both women, but it seemed rude to ask. Iva's hair had been honey blonde and cut in a stylish jaw-length bob that complimented the strong angles of her face and high cheekbones. Ivanka had been a gorgeous woman, though cruel in ways that defied logic. Happily, none of the British Death Eaters had ever met the real Iva for more than a few minutes. Tonks had been living like this for almost a year now and no one was the wiser. Well, almost no one. Looks like we beat the others here. She said, tossing her cloak over the back of a chair while her friend took her shopping bag to the kitchen. Any clue what this is about? Mm, not a hint. Just a nasty burning and the owl, same as you. Marie took several liquor bottles from her bag and began arranging them in a well-stocked cabinet. Even if there was His business to attend to, they may as well have a little fun. It must be important, to be so urgent. Hmph. I think Goyle has been here recently. The petite woman held up an empty bottle of cheap domestic brandy and tossed it in the bin with a disgusted expression. If Iva was elegant angles, Marie was soft curves. Her heart-shaped face was expertly painted to accentuate her large green eyes and full lips. Her hair was an artful tumble of chestnut-red curls, piled up out of her face and off her very white neck. Her figure was graceful and inviting, her mannerisms friendly and cheerful but while Tonks liked her well enough, she couldn't shake the impression that Marie wasn't as bubblegum-sweet as she seemed. After all, she willingly served Voldemort. Marie was wearing a form-fitting black sweater with a v-neck that showed a hint of cleavage. A glittering pearl pendant dipped into the valley of her breasts and drew attention downward. Her pants were dark slacks that hugged her buttocks and she wore impractical grey heels at lent her a few extra inches. Marie's whole ensemble was a demand for attention, and there was little guess whose. In contrast, Iva needed no such tricks. Her sneakers were functional, plain black affairs meant for comfort and practicality. She wore jeans and a simple green turtleneck with no jewelry and minimal make-up, but she was every bit the attention-grabber. Marie would be lying if she said that she wasn't jealous of Iva's effortless beauty, but it seemed to attract a different sort of man. Not the sort that Marie was chasing. I suppose we'll have to wait until the others arrive. Marie said as she mixed a pair of french martinis. Tonks took hers without comment and did not drink. Something about this meeting had her anxious and the spy was loathe to drink with all the butterflies in her belly.