Unrepentant

He grabbed her arm and walked her back across the room, towards the coverd door and into the pub behind it.
"Sebastian slow down!" She was laughing as they bumped shoulders, avoiding the drunken patrons.

"Hello Sir, me and my partner would like to rent your best room." She clung to him still as they faced the gentleman at the front desk, she still wore her slight smile and wide eyes just as she had for the entire mission. She was perfect for the role. speaking elegantly and walking with a slight sway. She looked the image of a lady. Had Sebastian not known her, he'd be inclined to believe them to be part of one of the great pureblood families of the wizarding world, perhaps a Malfoy or a Rosier. Better yet, a Gaunt. But he did know her. He knew that under the beatification charm and expensive designer dress, she was coverd in scars. Behind her poised walk was a deadly fighter. Behind her small smile was a illusive silver tongue. She was built for this as she seemed built for everything else. That woman could be anything. She was everything.

"Ah you're lucky, we have one empty room. Mind you we weren't expecting a booking so we can't speak for how in shape it will be sir."
"You needn't worry, for what we need it for it doesn't need to be clean." He turned to her and smirked causing the woman to turn beet red. It was a good act, believable and when the bartender winked at him before turning for a pair of keys he knew he'd believed it.

She placed a large handful of Galleons on the counter, before returning her grasp on his arm. The keys clattered down next to the pile.
"Up the stairs second door to the right. Enjoy your stay mate."
"Thankyou. We will." He smiled politely taking the key from the counter before moving, lady in tow, towards the wooden steps behind a set of filled tables. Customers stole glaces at the pair, him in his sleek black robes and her in her satin dress, an odd pair but a beautiful one.

As he reached the wonky wooden stairs he picked up his pace, dragging her along behind him.
"Sebastian!" One glance over his shoulder revealed her glowing blue eyes, wide with excitement. It felt like old times, sneaking around the restricted section. Her smile. Her laugh. "Slow down I'm in a dress."
They neared the top of the stairs, far from the prying eyes of the patrons and drunkards and bar staff. And yet her hand remained gracefully placed on his arm.

The door way was wonkey and the brass handle scuffed. The carpet beneath their feet was worn and the wallpaper was far from luxurious. The door made an unattractive squeak as Sebastain pushed it open with his free hand. They entered the room, an open plan apartment with a pair of plush love seats and a low coffee table by a small fire near the door. On the left of the seats was a mahogany desk with a matching chair and in the back of the room infront of a large bay window was a large four poster bed with emerald green velvet sheets.

She gently removed her hand and strayed from his side. "Check everywhere, bins, closets, in the bed. We'll need to turn this place upside down. Killian said he was trying to send a message to the Ministry right?"
"You were listening." He raised an eyebrow.
"If he's trying to get our attention they'll have left a paper trail." She started opening cabinets frantically. Sebastian busied himself with his own search, heading instead towards the desk.

The pot of ink upon the table was open, a quill still dipped into it although left at hast, sheets of  blank paper where spread across the table. He picked up the quill, stiring the ink a few times. "The inks pretty fresh still."
"Check that bin, if he was writing he might have thrown something away."

He knelt down, pulling the metal bucket towards him. It was filled with papers. "He's been busy that's for sure." She let out a soft laugh.

Sebastian began pulling the papers from the bin one by one, most lay crumpled in his hands as he unwrapped them gently. Some had spilt ink splashed on the pages, some had ruff runic drawings which caught the boys attention, but one was different entirely.

"I think I've got something!" He listened as her heels rushed across the wooden floor stopping besides him, the satin of her dress falling lightly down his arm as she dropped to the floor. Her skirt feel into a shining blanket surrounding them, spread across the floor and covering his thigh. For a moment he forgot the paper, the case, azkaban. For a moment he allowed himself to fantasise. Hogwarts hosted a ball for the 7th years in the summer. It was a lavish affair. He rememberd sneaking peeks at the decorated great hall as a first year, enamored by the golden decorations that looked as though made of candlelight or the music that sounded like it had been composed by the angels themselves. Anne had always planned on wearing a green satin gown, Ominis had promised her the most lavish one money could buy, she wanted everyone to look upon her as the bell of the ball, the pride of Slytherin House. And she would have been. Everyone had loved her. She was kind, and smart and beautiful. Even as a third year she had everyone's attention. Not unlike his companion. In fact it was Leander Prewett who fauned over her the most, just as he fauned over the new girl. Perhaps that's why he hated him so much. But he would have loved to see his face at that dance, as he watched him walk into the hall with her on one arm and his sister on the other. What dress would she have worn. A red dress, to match her house colours or a green one, like today, to match his suit. Perhaps black, so she looked as mysterious as she was. Or even gold, shimmering like magic. Because that's what she was, pure powerful magic.

"Sebastian? Is everything alright, what does it say?"

"Hmm, oh it says. Ack hmm" He cleared his throat before reading the scratched words. "My dearest Elois, find me. Does that mean anything to you, anything at all."
"No. But it's a name, we can trace that back. Anything else in there?"
"Rune symbols, like Isadora's."
"I was right, but how would they know..."

A sudden bang came from below, followed by the distinctive humm of magic.
"Fuck! Thomas!" She was up before Sebastian could understand what was going on. "Quickly Sebastian please!"
She was out of the room in the instant, leaving him to rush along behind her.

Through the pub, past the scared faces hurtling around the small room like a jar of flies, and back into the smokey depths behind the curtains.

Dark wizards apparated into the room at an alarming pace, thousands of black clad soldiers shouting into the chaos.
"Find them. Find the Aurors!"

Sebastian was defenceless, wandless and vulnerable surrounded by men who would have no second thoughts about killing him. And as he looked into her eyes, glowing with beautiful bioluminesence, she knew so too.
"Thomas will be sealing the building, fuck stay close to me, don't do anything unless I tell you too. Sebastian."
She looked at him with harsh eyes.
"I won't."
"There, Sallow!" Someone jeered from across the room, as all heads turned towards the pair.
"Shit, Protego!" She waved her wand whilst pulling him towards her. "Aqua Erecto!" She aimed her wand to a group of on coming man to her left, drowning them in the jets of boiling water.
"Pretificus Totalus!"
"Protego! How many are there? Arresto Momentum! Bombarda!"
"I don't know, they keep apparating. Give me your wand."
"No! Depulso! Incendio! Glacius! Diffindo!" A crowd of wizards fell to her feet, a smug smile fell upon her lips as her eyes glowed like flames. "I'm not giving a convicted felon a wand."
"Crucio!" The Red lightning hit her square in the chest. She doubled over for a moment, whimpering at the impact, before standing up straight and smiling.
"What in Merlin's name was that!"
"The result of years of training Sebastian. Let me concentrate. Duro!" The woman who had cursed her turned to stone and was quickly hurtled into their companion by her ancient magic.
He listend as a soft chuckle left her lips. Blue lighting flickerd across her body and her hair stood on end as though zapped by lightning.
"Get close!" She threw her hands to the air. He followed her command, he knew what she was doing, he'd seen her do it many times before.
As her hands slammed towards the ground the hall around them was incased in blue lightning, humming with power and electricity. Many of their enemies lay dead on the ground. Thise who hadn't died clutched at their heads and heart, swaying numbly from the shock.
"We haven't got long we need to find Tommy and leave!"
She grabbed his hand and hurried back towards the curtain.
"Ah ah ah." Somebody hummed behind them.
She turned around in an instant.
"Pertificus Totalus!" The shot landed straight on its mark as she pulled him once again.
"Crucio!"

....
His ears rang as he dropped to the floor in agony.
"Sebastian! Incendio Tria!" He listend as the witch screamed in pain. The smell of smoke filled suffocated him. Sizzling and popping mixed with the tortured screams.
"What did you do?"
"It doesn't matter we've got to get you out of here." She dropped to his side once again, her dress now ripped and bloody.
"But Thomas."
"Has a job to do. I'll send an owl. Right now we've got to get you somewhere safe."
"Enola." He reached out for her.
"I'm here. You're gonna feel a bit sick now alright? Just hold on to me. I've got you." And he did.

She apparated the pair away from the smokey hall, littered with the bodies of their enemies, and into an elegantly lit hallway.
"Here," She gestured towards a small lounge chair near the front door. "Sit down for a minute, don't say anything until I tell you too. Ominis!"