Perfection as always
"Hello Traitor" He said as casually as he could. He knew the venom that dripped from his words did nothing to damage the girls shielded feelings, but it felt good. She deserved to feel the burn that had sat in his heart for as long as his crippled mind could remember. Was it not due to her he was in this place to begin with. Had she not been the co-conspiritor to his undoing alongside the man he saw as a brother. Yes, the two of them deserved no honeyed words for him.
"Mr Sallow, the ministry has an offer to make you, which should you choose to accept it will grant you your freedom.". Perfection, he should have guessed. When had the girl not been perfection. It seemed the woman had masterd the unwavering polite tone of government almost as well as she had masterd the confringo curse. It infuriated him. After all this time, and she couldn't say his name. She looked at him like every other prisoner.
"Fuck you" he spat at her feet, pulling at the restraints around his arms. No reaction.
" Mr Sallow you have knowledge that may save the lives of hundreds of people. With your consent you will leave with me today to work on a case that could affect the entire wizarding world."
"So you've come here for what? To convince me to help you. Yeah I've heard that one before."
She remained silent. So did he. And the silence felt like a million needles. A minute went by. Two.
After almost three minute the woman moved, flicking her wand against the side of her thigh, freeing the man of his restraints.
"Brave," the taterd man sneered as he slowly rose from his seat. He rolled his shoulders, releasing the pain in his muscles from being dragged for so long. "Do they not teach you not to trust dark wizards in auror school?"
The woman hesitated, words playing on her lips but refusing to spill over. She blinked slowly, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, and Sebastian couldn't help thinking this would be the perfect moment to catch her off guard, perhaps if he attacked her quickly enough he could knock the wand right out of her hand.
"I do not trust you Sebastian, but I do not fear you either. You could not overpower me even if you tried." Sebastian, his name, the name he hadn't heard in so so long. Fire raged in his stomach like an inferno, as he silently cursed the fact he had never learnt wandless magic. Images of Dueling the poised, perfect woman became increasingly tempting. As he paced the tiled room, briefly catching his reflection in the glossy finish. He was a mess. Shallow features and mess hair. But most scaring of all, his eyes seemed dark. Incredibly so. As though the hurt, and fear, and anger had settled itself behind his eyelids for the world to see. How long had he looked like this. Had she noticed the change. Did she care at all. Did looking at his sunken features make her regret sending him away. She didn't appear regretful at all. If anything the woman appeared stronger then ever. Back straight, hair pulled into multiple neat braids that met in the middle of her back, pulling it out of her face. Her face had hardend too, her features were sharper and the soft dusting of blush that used to cover her cheeks had faded almost entirely.
"How long?" He said
"Pardon?"
"How long has it been since you threw me in here?"
"8 years, 5 months and 24 days."