Post by Kara Viridian on Sept 25, 2008 19:51:34 GMT -8
She nodded, taken by a bit of surprise by his answer. Imperium Guards were mostly those taken out of the ranks of auror and thrown into this new system that Trevor made out of the fallen Ministry. Azkaban's guard's were mostly wizards who had posts as guards already, so Kara's suspicion of this face called Kevin was lower than it should've been. After all, she did suspect him to be the man she thought dead. So what was it? Who was he? Should she be the one to ask? Her insides kept churning, waiting for the moment either one of them would speak up on the matter.
Merlin, it was killing her. Was he really the man she'd mourned? Was he a spy? She got a chill. If he was a spy, she was sure as hell proud that she didn't give away her full name and link to the others.
Yes, being a 'courier' was a lot less stressful than being an auror sometimes, even given the current circumstance of constant hiding and running and dodging of the Williams' and their people but Kara missed it. Kara wished it hadn't come to this, that's all. She wished that she was still an auror, still on the path to find out why she received that journal in the first place. The artifact that started it all:
{This is the journal of Sirius Black! Why do you have this?! I don't know...}
That's in fact, how she met him. It had brought her to Hogwarts, and he was kind enough to let her stay. Hogwarts was a comfortable, familiar place for her, a good place for her to start from the beginning, to see the beginnings of the man named Sirius Black and to recount the events she'd both witnessed and created at the school for young wizardry. Yes, she was supposed to investigate the purpose of the journal appearing at her flat -- but there was one tall, desirable distraction that she couldn't push from her thoughts.
Casey.
A flash of light.
Wands crossing.
A torn ball-gown.
Blood, pain, adrenaline.
The bitter cold stinging against her bare skin...
Hogwarts...
...the school she loved so much...
...ravaged.
She gasped softly, hopefully out of earshot. Every day it was a new series of flashes before her eyes, the images of that one night burned malevolently in her mind. Clearing her throat, she shrugged heavily and smiled, trying to hide the pain of the vision that flew past. Casey's face, at so many times in the recent days, brought her to tears. Happy tears; tears that she couldn't forget him. Was it because he was in fact alive, standing before her?
She nervously smiled, looking into the eyes of this stranger, pondering her next words.
Merlin, it was killing her. Was he really the man she'd mourned? Was he a spy? She got a chill. If he was a spy, she was sure as hell proud that she didn't give away her full name and link to the others.
Yes, being a 'courier' was a lot less stressful than being an auror sometimes, even given the current circumstance of constant hiding and running and dodging of the Williams' and their people but Kara missed it. Kara wished it hadn't come to this, that's all. She wished that she was still an auror, still on the path to find out why she received that journal in the first place. The artifact that started it all:
{This is the journal of Sirius Black! Why do you have this?! I don't know...}
That's in fact, how she met him. It had brought her to Hogwarts, and he was kind enough to let her stay. Hogwarts was a comfortable, familiar place for her, a good place for her to start from the beginning, to see the beginnings of the man named Sirius Black and to recount the events she'd both witnessed and created at the school for young wizardry. Yes, she was supposed to investigate the purpose of the journal appearing at her flat -- but there was one tall, desirable distraction that she couldn't push from her thoughts.
Casey.
A flash of light.
Wands crossing.
A torn ball-gown.
Blood, pain, adrenaline.
The bitter cold stinging against her bare skin...
Hogwarts...
...the school she loved so much...
...ravaged.
She gasped softly, hopefully out of earshot. Every day it was a new series of flashes before her eyes, the images of that one night burned malevolently in her mind. Clearing her throat, she shrugged heavily and smiled, trying to hide the pain of the vision that flew past. Casey's face, at so many times in the recent days, brought her to tears. Happy tears; tears that she couldn't forget him. Was it because he was in fact alive, standing before her?
She nervously smiled, looking into the eyes of this stranger, pondering her next words.