Post by sezja on May 7, 2011 13:03:09 GMT -8
(I'm expecting Miranda and/or Cesare, but Order members who occasionally dabble with SAVIOR are welcome to be the deliverer as well)
September 5th, 2011
7:06 pm
September 5th, 2011
7:06 pm
Sezja stared down at two letters side by side upon her desk, which was littered with wood scraps and wand boxes and all sorts of other odds and ends. By the light of a single lamp, her inky black eyes skipped back and forth between the two and their vastly different penmanship. Both contained, for the most part, as good of news as she could have hoped for in these last few months. So why were her eyes full of tears?
She stroked a lower lid and flicked away the moisture gathered. Tonight she was preparing to receive an escapee for safekeeping and re-wanding. She was never told much, but her contact with S.A.V.I.O.R. had divulged a little extra this time, likely to prepare her tender heart -- this was a young boy, and due to an 'accident' during his time as a slave he now had no bones from his knees down. It was a little bit beyond her expertise, but she'd acquired some Skele-Gro and vowed to do her best. She had to be on top of her game.
Under the fingers of her right hand was the slightly crumpled letter from Nikki, full of enthusiasm and promise. Sezja had thus far kept her (for the most part) at arm's length, fearing to bring her close to the dangerous double-life she now led. She had even supposed that Nikki might be supportive of the current regime; but the arrival of Miss Litvak, who she had been expecting for some time, at the elbow of a clearly watchful Nikki had created a new dilemma. There was no backing out, now -- Nikki had, largely due to her association with Sezja, become the instrument of assistance to a highly wanted escaped slave.
"Too young for this, too young," she murmured to herself in her native Russian, pressing down a swell of worry. Her dark eyes flicked to the other letter, written in a neat, professional script. Adaline King, muggleborn, had been in the ownership of the government at Puxley until January of this year. Where she had been sold, the secretary wrote, was now considered private information and could not be divulged by her; she had a duty to protect the privacy of the third party.
Her best friend was, at the very least, alive in January. As suspected, she had been cast into slavery upon the takeover years ago and her wand destroyed. Brave, to-the-point Ada, with her head for numbers and playful, business-like banter... who knows what horrors she'd endured. Sezja couldn't even be sure that, eight months later, she was still alive.