Post by Trevor Williams on Dec 9, 2010 14:44:39 GMT -8
Saturday, July 2, 2011
4:50 PM
There was no denying that success in any form gave Trevor a high, and last night was no different. Finally, Winslow was gone. Morgana was no longer in his life on a personal level. The raid last night of the Order's safe house had been a success. He had taken a prisoner of one of them that no one else had ever been able to capture, and she had defected. He was feeling pretty high. Never mind that less than a month ago half of the high security prisoners at Azkaban had been broken free by their comrades. Never mind that he had been attacked by an ashwinder and made a public spectacle of himself only a few days ago. None of that mattered right now. He was on a high, having finally reconnected with a part of himself he hadn't been able to connect with in so long.
Now, it was time to turn his attention temporarily back to his enemies: Fierro Darque and Callid Warren. However, first on that list was Warren. Why? He'd been his enemy longer. He had potential to turn people against him. True, he had the more advanced spells on his manor, making him a tough target to acquire and kill successfully, but he wouldn't be doing the killing--not this time. Never mind that would make it all the more thrilling for him. Maybe he still would. He hadn't quite decided. He just knew this new prisoner of his that was hidden in the basement of the Ministry, a fact he figured the Order would hardly suspect, was the key to getting this problem taken care of.
So, he decided he needed to get started as soon as possible on the whole process. He needed to figure out what exactly it was, if anything, that Sienna had found out about Warren, if she'd noticed any new security updates, any security problems, any signs of paranoia or hints into his mindset. So, he'd invited her over for dinner, which would be ready quite soon. He just needed to check on the noodles to make sure they were to the desired tenderness, pour the sauce in, and put some Parmesan cheese on it once he served it. Simple enough. He had just put the sourdough bread in the oven to toast it slightly. Some wine was chilling on the table. The girls were home, but he figured they'd choose to eat in their room, and if not, what did he care? They had the whole day to discuss things and spend time together.