Despite the growing number of prisoners that were now inhabiting the town, Antheia had yet to come across any of her immediate family. This was something that she mostly considered good luck. That was until she heard the name of the individual she was supposed to be guarding for the duration of the evening. Evening duty was usually an easy job, yet something told her this would be particularly difficult. She wasnât even sure that the person who had arranged these schedules knew quite what they were doing with this one. Seeing no guard outside her sisterâs room, she took a breath and knocked the door, waiting a moment before the door opened. _âItâs been a long day.â _The guard who stepped out of the room muttered under their breath and offered a smile before heading out for the evening. She couldnât blame her, guard duty was certainly not something that was particularly fun. Antheia did sometimes wonder why this had been a choice of profession in the town. Of course, the reason was her skill set and her knowledge of how the Death Eaterâs worked â the dark mark that still, unfortunately, covered the skin of her forearm was testament to that. The brunetteâs gaze moved from the guard now to land on her sister. It had been far too long since she had seen her and she had aged so much since then. She still felt guilty for leaving without a word. She swallowed before finally speaking. âDid you give him hell?â
Isla was pretty much renowned by the majority of the guards for being the one of the hardest to guard, she made it her constant mission to make their time together a living hell - and mostly succeeded. A smirk crossed her face as her current guard left and she knew that she had done a good job as she heard his final words. A hand ran back through her auburn locks as she stretched out on her bed, a light groan passing her lips as she felt all of her muscles release. Hearing a voice enter the room, Isla smirked to herself, not quite recognising it at first. âHell? Of course I-â As her gaze fell on the face of her older sister, her eyes softened for a moment. It had been years since the pair had seen one another and although both of them had aged considerably, Isla still recognised her sister - it would be hard not to. The brief moment of silence between them allowed the auburn haired young woman to regain her facade and throw a cold stare toward the woman whom she had been taught to look at as a traitor.. Yet, Isla had been the one that had never been too sure about looking at her sister that way - it was the other members of their family who followed their parentsâ words blindly. "I'm going to make this easy for you, sis, why don't you do what you do best and leave - I don't have any interest in speaking to you." The words she spoke made her heart ache in her chest, they were not at all the truth, she wanted nothing more than to reconnect with her sister and yet, she remained loyal to their parents.
