Unrepentant

She glanced down at her watch. 15:18 , she had a meeting with the minister in 12 minutes. She looked at the boy in front of her, noting the panic in his eyes as he digested the information she had provided to him. Without a word she left for the door, opened it and gestured to the man leaning against the opposite wall to return to her. Thomas moved without a moments hesitation as he always did.

“finished your little chat then?” he asked with a snarl.

“I have a meeting with the minister I need to get too, watch him, and don’t antagonise him. Please.” She gazed up at the tall man, doe eyes glitering under the dim light. He never said no to her doe eyes, not once in the 4 years she had known him.
He looked right back at her. “ok, but please make it quick.”
“It’s the minister, no promises.” She turned on her heels as she sees the man entering the room, chuckling to himself. For a moment she feared for the gentlemen she left behind in that room. They were so alike. Both had that charismatic fair that got them whatever they wanted, both had the winning smile that shadowed everything else, both men had the same muted chuckle, that shook their shoulders. She let her mind wonder, as she walked the familiar busy hall. She thought of the boy she had been in school with, how sweet he had been. Looking at him now it had all changed.
His eyes no longer shone as brightly as they had before. Was that a result of his imprisonment, or was it he dark magic that still pushed through his body. She could sense it on him. It was like the lingering smell of smoke. Maybe it was because he had been surrounded by it for so many years. Maybe it never truely left you. She thought of Ominis, remembered him telling her how he still felt the burn of the cruciatus curse in his fingertips even now. Almost 18 years later. Poor Ominis, he’s going to be destroyed when he hears the news. She had turned Sebastian in herself, Ominis couldn’t bare to do it, but she remembers how scared he looked everytime he heard them speak, like he was afraid another curse would slip out his lips.
She had to turn him in. Sebastian was a lot of good, but he was stubborn. He wouldn’t have stopped and they knew it. He had become obsessed with it all, and obsession like that doesn’t dissipate easily.
One day, in her seventh year she had found herself in the Undercroft. She had reminisced on all that Sebastian was that day, insecure, angry, ,jealous, power-hungry, manipulative, self-centred, ignorant, arrogant, vain. The insults ran like lava in her mind, burning with anger. Resentment. Her and Sebastian had become something entirely unforgivable. For him she was nothing more than her magic, a way to save his sister. He proved that again and again. He was willing to torture her over it, willing push her to dark magic, willing to jeopardize her connection to the keepers. And when it didn’t suit him, when you fought for someone else, alongside someone he didn’t agree with, you became a monster. She was right to turn him in. Sebastian Sallow would have ruined everything she loved if she let him, and she would have let him ruin her everytime.

The door to the ministers office was the same deep green as the tiles leading up to it. Tall enough to reach the ceiling, shiny varnish reflecting the scene behind her with every glow of the floo-flame.
She knocked on it gently as she check her watch again.15:29. Perfect, early enough to be seen as punctual but not too early to appear eager. Just as she liked it. The door crept open slowly as, Faris Spavin's familiar house elf, Sooty pushed the door with both of their small hands. She smiled down at them and waved. They had always loved house elves, found their politeness refreshing, and their company pleasant. It made her wonder how Deek and Penny had been fairing. She must send them both an owl upon finding the time to.
The being saw her smile and waved her in hurriedly. "Good afternoon, Miss Fig. Sooty hopes your day has gone well. Master Spavin has requested Sooty to prepare some tea for you whilst you wait."
The house elf hurried to the left corner of the room, where a elegant silver trolley held a multitude of delicate China.
"Is the Minister busy, I could return later."
"No, no don't fret miss Fig. The master would never want to miss you. No, no you wait right here. Sooty will pour you some tea."
She had hoped the elf would dismiss her. She sat down as instructed on one of the many plush navy chairs surrounding a small glass coffee table, with legs carved to look like the talons of an eagle. Forever a ravenclaw was their minister for magic. As Sooty danced around the room, collecting tea pots and sugar and all manner of very unnecessary equipment for a single cup of tea, the girls mind wondered once again to the boys in the head investigators office in the corner of the Auror Office main hall. Had Thomas had enough yet. If Sebastian had maintained the level of mind numbing sarcasm as he had before then the answer was most definitely yes. And every moment she spent waiting for the minister was another moment closer to the boys ripping eachover apart. Which, despite her own person thoughts on the matter, would benefit nobody. Especially Anne.
Over the years Anne had become increasingly important for to her. The frail girl had contacted her directly not long after her brothers trial. She had asked that she vist her, that she missed having a friend, that she loved ominis with all her heart but couldn't bare to look at him after what they had done to the third head of their operation. And the girl had exepted instantly.
They got along impeccably, they talked about everything under the sun, from herbology to politics. And when the Blue eyed girl had first met the minister, she had requested a better place for her new friend. An old Manor house of the coast if Cornwall had been reestablished as a home for the temerminally ill wizard not long after. It was the ancient magic wielders pride and joy. Seeing Anne smile at the sea views and peonies planted outside. She visited her once a week on a Wednesday, were she took a whole day's break to spend with the girl. They played Godstone and gossiped and ate the selection of treats she had brought with her that day. Between the two of them they had established quite a hefty collection of chocolate frog cards, which Anne hung from a string above her bed.
When the first attack had been reported the auror had rushed to Cornwall. She knew how wrong it was, at a time like this, for an auror to abandon their work, but Anne was worth more then it all. And when she had first thought of Sebastian's help, she had gone straight to Anne for permission.
As much as she wanted Sebastian Sallow out of her life for good, Anne was worth it all.

"Ahh miss Fig, sorry for the delay dear, the young gentleman they had take that interview was...shall we say a bit unprepared."
The man who had stumbled through the tall doors was old. Incredibly so. Infact he was 143 years old. And it showed. They walked, if it could be called that, with a severe hunchback and so slowly that you would be 140 yourself before he reached his seat. But he spoke with such enthusiasm you'd mistake him for a twenty year old, though he rarely stayed on topic. The girls guardian for a time, Professor Eleazar Fig, from whom thr woman had adopted her name, had once said Minister Spavin talks more than he listens. And having now met with him many a time, the girl was inclined to agree.
"How is the investigation going then, come on, far with me."
He encouraged the girl as a grandmother would encourage you to take a mint.
"Not well I'm afraid, we've made very little progress on the perpetrators and the motive is still unclear.  But we have taken Mr Sallow from custody today, as he has some unique experience with the curse."
"Ah yess young Sebastian, yes I remember his trail. Tried to convince the whole court that he was trying to save his sister, rather odd considering he admitted that the relic he used had no such properties. Sad"
Anger bubble below the girls poised demenor. Sebastian may have been in the wrong but he was trying to save Anne, it couldn't be denied.
"Yes that's the one, he's been a Challenge but he's cooperating, it seems his love for his sister beat even the dementors kiss."
"It seems it did."
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"Well sir I'd really love to stay but I do have alot that needs to be done before I take my leave and Mr Sallow needs to be reclothed and such..." please lord let her go, she knew the man had nothing to say, he never did. "Oh yes, busy busy young lady, off you go then my dear. Same time next week."
And so she left as politely as possible despite wanting to sprint through the busy hall.