Post by coraline on Jan 22, 2011 16:43:37 GMT -8
July 7, 2011
A small tea shop in Diagon Alley
12:14 p.m.
Another day of watching and waiting. Today her target was a simple observe and report (unfortunately), not an assassination, which was rare for the Dark Lady, but it was a job for a friend of sorts. The man she was following was Ambrose Faber, patriarch of the ancient Faber family and grandfather of Sienna, her current client. True, this wasn't the sort of job the hit-witch usually undertook, but Sienna was a friend of sorts and Cora had been feeling a bit bored lately with her usual clientele. The younger woman had approached her after the Death Eaters' meeting at Puxley, and had proposed the job. It was simple really. Since being pardoned and made a 'hero', Sienna's grandfather had been trying to bring her into the family fold again. Apparently the man had been nearly harassing her for months now, showering her with gifts and begging her forgiveness, and Sienna felt there had to be a plot behind it. Which would be where Cora came in.
Sienna had asked that Cora watch her grandfather and see if she could find any indication of what her grandfather was planning. The only restriction on the mercenary's actions was that she couldn't torture the information out of the old man, only because it would place the suspicion squarely on Sienna's shoulders. And that would rather defeat the purpose of hiring a secret investigator to discover her grandfather's plans. The one thing the hit-witch was impressed by was Sienna authorizing her to kill her grandfather if he was planning to kill her or inflict bodily harm on her. She hadn't thought the younger woman was quite that hateful to her own family. It made Cora respect Sienna just a bit more, which was rare indeed for the Dark Lady.
The Dark Lady sighed, boredom incarnate, and continued sipping at her tea, dunking the last of her biscuits in it. Her target was currently sitting across the street from her, on the patio of an upscale bistro eating lunch with what had to be relatives, judging by the family resemblance. One of her tracking beetles (modified to transmit audio to a small wireless speaker) was perched on the umbrella above Ambrose's head, and so far the conversation had been less than thrilling. Cora sat across the street at a bookstore/tea shop, nearly unrecognizable in a pale blue sundress that made her storm-grey eyes look more blue and a silk poppy in her raven-black hair (in which the beetle's speaker was hidden). So far the only insidious thing she had found out was that Ambrose had left the house wearing one black sock and one blue one. Dear Merlin, she had better alert the authorities.
Of course the mundane things she was picking up from the droll conversation would be useful to her simply for the fact that it filled in the gaps in her knowledge about the men. Like the fact that the younger man to Ambrose's right was his nephew, Stephan Faber, who was also the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, and that his son Jasper was recently appointed Potions Master at Hogwarts. Or that the third man was Ambrose's older brother, Wendel Faber, and that he was involved with a black market slaver who trafficked in purebloods, along with Lionel Blake (Head of the Department of Mysteries) and several of Blake's cronies. None of which pertained to Sienna's request, but which could be used for either Cora's own devious devices or Sienna's. If things continued this way after lunch, the hit-witch would probably just call it a day and leave the beetle to keep track of Faber. But for now, Cora was enjoying her tea and taking it easy for once. Hopefully nothing would pop up out of the blue and throw off her day, she thought, sipping her tea.
A small tea shop in Diagon Alley
12:14 p.m.
Another day of watching and waiting. Today her target was a simple observe and report (unfortunately), not an assassination, which was rare for the Dark Lady, but it was a job for a friend of sorts. The man she was following was Ambrose Faber, patriarch of the ancient Faber family and grandfather of Sienna, her current client. True, this wasn't the sort of job the hit-witch usually undertook, but Sienna was a friend of sorts and Cora had been feeling a bit bored lately with her usual clientele. The younger woman had approached her after the Death Eaters' meeting at Puxley, and had proposed the job. It was simple really. Since being pardoned and made a 'hero', Sienna's grandfather had been trying to bring her into the family fold again. Apparently the man had been nearly harassing her for months now, showering her with gifts and begging her forgiveness, and Sienna felt there had to be a plot behind it. Which would be where Cora came in.
Sienna had asked that Cora watch her grandfather and see if she could find any indication of what her grandfather was planning. The only restriction on the mercenary's actions was that she couldn't torture the information out of the old man, only because it would place the suspicion squarely on Sienna's shoulders. And that would rather defeat the purpose of hiring a secret investigator to discover her grandfather's plans. The one thing the hit-witch was impressed by was Sienna authorizing her to kill her grandfather if he was planning to kill her or inflict bodily harm on her. She hadn't thought the younger woman was quite that hateful to her own family. It made Cora respect Sienna just a bit more, which was rare indeed for the Dark Lady.
The Dark Lady sighed, boredom incarnate, and continued sipping at her tea, dunking the last of her biscuits in it. Her target was currently sitting across the street from her, on the patio of an upscale bistro eating lunch with what had to be relatives, judging by the family resemblance. One of her tracking beetles (modified to transmit audio to a small wireless speaker) was perched on the umbrella above Ambrose's head, and so far the conversation had been less than thrilling. Cora sat across the street at a bookstore/tea shop, nearly unrecognizable in a pale blue sundress that made her storm-grey eyes look more blue and a silk poppy in her raven-black hair (in which the beetle's speaker was hidden). So far the only insidious thing she had found out was that Ambrose had left the house wearing one black sock and one blue one. Dear Merlin, she had better alert the authorities.
Of course the mundane things she was picking up from the droll conversation would be useful to her simply for the fact that it filled in the gaps in her knowledge about the men. Like the fact that the younger man to Ambrose's right was his nephew, Stephan Faber, who was also the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, and that his son Jasper was recently appointed Potions Master at Hogwarts. Or that the third man was Ambrose's older brother, Wendel Faber, and that he was involved with a black market slaver who trafficked in purebloods, along with Lionel Blake (Head of the Department of Mysteries) and several of Blake's cronies. None of which pertained to Sienna's request, but which could be used for either Cora's own devious devices or Sienna's. If things continued this way after lunch, the hit-witch would probably just call it a day and leave the beetle to keep track of Faber. But for now, Cora was enjoying her tea and taking it easy for once. Hopefully nothing would pop up out of the blue and throw off her day, she thought, sipping her tea.