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@ophelia-lane
Ophelia’s hand on her shoulder sent ice through her veins. She took a deep breath in. “Justice,” she repeated, taking it as a sign that Ophelia agreed that she should kill her. “I’ll wait until Monday. Follow Brittany to work. Put her in a safe place, then find Rosemary and finish this.”
"Good plan."
"Right. And I’ll be the one to stop her. That was the point of you showing me this right? You know I’ll kill her."
Ophelia stood up and walked towards Santana. She stopped behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place and calming her down. Only by the way Santana took it, Ophelia knew she wasn't ready yet, but it was too late to turn back. Ophelia needed a perfect and loyal warrior, not a scared little girl.
"I did what you asked me. What she's doing is wrong and who knows how many more people she can hurt. You have to stop her, it's called justice, Santana," Ophelia explained quietly.
"A slave!?" Santana repeated standing up and pacing the floor, sparks falling from the tip of her wand as she stared at the picture of the smiling blonde woman in her hands. "What else do you know? How long have you known?"
"A few days since I took the necklace," Ophelia answered shortly.
"What I know, is that she's not going to stop and someone has to put an end to it."
"Only to have visited you, old hag. And rattle your bars a little," Santana said with an eyeroll until her attention was on the envelope. "Something to me?" she repeated, sliding her finger under the seal and pulling out the photo.
"Rosemary Mercier?" she asked with disgust, staring at Ophelia.
"Brittany."
"I can't even begin to imagine how does it feel when someone's trying to turn your beloved one into a slave."
"Please. You don’t know what I’m capable of. Yeah, I killed some rabbits, but that was just a substitute for the real thing. I don’t need an advantage. Why don’t you just get to your point already.”
"Ah, how smart. Of course, going to Azkaban before graduation wasn't your plan."
"Anyway..." Ophelia took a sealed envelope out of her desk and put it on the table in front of Santana. "Here's your target. She did something to you."
Santana swallowed a lump in her throat but didn’t look away. “I’m guessing they count.”
"You know, for someone who only killed a rabbit you threatened me too often."
"But it's okay, your target is almost as dumb as a rabbit. Besides, I made sure you had an advantage."
Santana shrugged. What was the point of lying now? “Do rabbits count? ‘Cause I killed a few of those.”
Ophelia looked Santana in the eye and held an eye contact longer than it was comfortable.
Santana rolled her eyes and the paused, repeating Ophelia’s question in her head. “What?”
"Took someone's life, put someone down, murdered, hit someone until they stopped breathing..."
"I was always motivated. You’re just a sadist. What’s the next task?"
"Thank you." Ophelia pause before asking the next question. "Have you ever killed?"
"Peachy," Santana said with a tight lipped smile. "And you?"
"I can just feel how you want to stay alive just a little while longer." Ophelia teased, "but that's good. Don't worry, your next task won't be risking your life. Unless of course you lose your motivation somewhere along the way."
Santana sat uneasy in the wooden chair at Ophelia’s table. Her fingers fidgeted around the cup in her hands, wishing it was something stronger.
"So," she started, looking at Ophelia from across the table, "Why don’t you let me know if you’re gonna try to kill me again any time soon, ‘cause I’d like to be informed about it this time."
"I'm glad you showed up," Ophelia said, sitting down in front of Santana. "How are you feeling?"
First Test
[Santana watched the bird make a bloody mess with a mild look of disgust before her dark eyes switched back to Ophelia. She hated how the woman she still was unsure if she could trust had the home court advantage of being in her element. Santana was still nervous of an attack jumping out at her from the surrounding woods, but Ophelia looked arrogantly at peace.
She wouldn’t deny the invitation in, however. She may be cautious, but she wasn’t afraid. With a curt nod, Santana lifted her chin and walked towards the hut crafted out of the side of the earth. She watched Ophelia’s eyes as she passed her, searching for… something, anything that would signal the young witch was walking to her death. But the threat didn’t come - at least not yet - and Santana passed the threshold and stepped into Ophelia’s home.]
Nice place you got here [she said neutrally, though the sarcasm could be interpreted. She stepped closer to a shelf, leaning forward to examine the specimens that covered the wall.]
Some of this stuff is really rare… Makes me wonder how you got your hands on it.
I steal from the people I murder. Can't help it. [Ophelia was quick to backfire with sarcasm. She wasn't known to be a hospitable hostess and certainly didn't care whether Santana felt herself at home or not. In fact, she wanted Santana to always keep her guard on and she knew exactly how to deliver this order to the girl.]
Actually, I have something for you. [The change in her voice wasn't drastic, but Ophelia did sound as if she was talking to an old trustworthy friend. She walked to a shabby closet in the nook of her cave and nodded to Santana to come closer. Her expression softened and emerald eyes glimmered with almost innocent childlike excitement, like a kid's who couldn't wait to see the reaction to her present.]
First Test
[When Santana heard a rapping at her kitchen window, she wasn’t quick to open it. She figured it was an owl delivering the Prophet and her face remained above the cauldron she was stirring slowly, eyes focused on watching the changing colors of the potion below. But when she heard a squawk instead of a hoot, her attention was drawn away, and she slowly walked over to open the window for the raven, eyeing it suspiciously.]
What- did I wake up in the Medieval era or something? [she muttered to herself, hands on her hips as she watched the black bird hop across her kitchen counter.]
Here birdy birdy [she cooed with annoyance, making a grab for the small scroll. The raven seemed to enjoy making things difficult for her, and she scowled once he finally released it. With a loud flap of wings and brush of feathers, Santana watched him fly back through the window, shaking her head before opening the piece of parchment.
Santana’s eyes moved over the letter quickly, her eyebrows raising with surprise. Ophelia was inviting her somewhere unknown, leaving a simple map to a place Santana wasn’t sure she wanted to be, and she turned back to her potion, thinking over which decision to make as she perfected it.
By dusk, curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she pulled on a heavy cloak after kissing Brittany goodbye. Santana followed the map until it led her to an obvious portkey and with another moment of hesitation, grabbed it and let it spin her to wherever it was Ophelia had in mind.
The second she landed with a hard thud, Santana was on her feet with her wand raised, ready to fight if this had been a trap. Dark eyes looked wildly around for any incoming attacks, but as each second ticked by, nothing came. Slowly, she lowered her wand and took in her surroundings. It was some sort of forest, and everything Santana saw seemed to be dripping with thick green leaves or moss. She took a few steps on the spongy forest floor, still on high alert, and tried to make out anything out of the ordinary. When she spotted a stone structure hidden in the side of the hill, she thought that must be where she was supposed to go.]
Ophelia! [she shouted instead of walking closer to a potential trap.] I know you’re in there.
[Her voice was already too familiar to Ophelia. She always seemed to overact and tried to put so much confidence in her words that the older witch knew very well why she was still standing outside. She shook her head before standing up and then strolled to the exit.]
Punctuality is not your strongest point [Ophelia announced, showing up from the darkness of her cave. Her words were followed by a croak. She looked up and spotted her raven.] Even Alistair is back already. [The woman searched for something in a small purse on her hip until she took out a mouse. She threw it in the air and the raven quickly snapped it up. He landed on a big rock next to the entrance and cracked its head with his powerful bill. Old dark bloody spots covered the rock in different places.]
So... would you come inside, Santana? [Ophelia motioned to the entrance with her hand. Her lips twisted into a smirk. She approved Santana's caution, but didn't point it out.]
First Test
The trial was yesterday. Benjamin was sent to Azkaban. [A man informed, standing straight in front of Ophelia]
Of course, he was, Joseph. Did you seriously think that they were going to let him out after he attacked an Auror? I'm sure they questioned him too. That's why we need to lay low for a little longer. [Ophelia explained, leaning back in the chair.]
But how long are you going to hide, Ophelia? [Joseph jerked his hand and stepped from foot to foot, waiting for an answer.] There are some new easy targets.
Easy targets, you say? [Ophelia narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.] Give me a couple of weeks. I think I know someone to replace Benjamin. [Joseph gave her a questioning look. Ophelia was silent for some time, deep in her thoughts. She then noticed her subordinate still standing in front of her table, waiting for an explanation.] I believe you have business to attend, Joseph. [She warned. Dangerous flames that flicked in her eyes informed that no more questions should be asked. Joseph nodded and left the hovel.]
Alistair, darling. [Ophelia said in a soft voice and stretched out her arm. A raven fluttered out of the darker corner of the room and landed on her forearm with a hoarse croak. She stroked his chest with the backs of her fingers and smiled lovingly at the bird.] It's time to invite silly little girl to our home. [She took a letter out of the drawer and gave it to the raven. It was a copy of the map that lead to a portkey. Ophelia blocked the possibility of apparition in the woods, so the portkey was the only way to find the hovel. She threw her arm in the air, letting Alistair go, and waited.]
Unsuspecting Darkness
Santana Lopez. Don’t use it against me.
Very well, Santana Lopez. Expect an owl soon.
Unsuspecting Darkness
[Santana’s eyes widened. Suddenly, she saw the woman in a different light. They narrowed a second after, peering at Ophelia to see if this was all just a hoax, but her gut said it wasn’t. The idea of that much danger… She remembered the flashes she had caught in Ophelia’s eyes. She wanted that for herself. This sounded like something she could be good at.]
I’m in.
[Ophelia stopped again and looked at Santana, gauging her seriousness. Satisfied with determination in dark eyes Ophelia nodded and put on her hood.]
What's your name?
Unsuspecting Darkness
So you’re a headhunter for the Ministry. What, are they too lazy to find candy shop thieves themselves?
I don't work for the Ministry. I work for myself. [Ophelia said with sudden bitterness slipping in her voice. She began walking again and nodded for Santana to follow her. The street was empty, but Ophelia still didn't feel like talking on the subject in the middle of it.] They're not lazy. They're just a bunch of incompetent fools. But as long as they pay me well I don't blame them. Before you say anything else you have to understand that it's not candy shop thieves we're talking about. You might get hurt. Maybe even killed. [Ophelia wanted Santana to understand what she was offered. She was a grown-up woman, while Santana was just a young girl who had all her life ahead of her. Of course, if the girl was to agree to work with her Ophelia would do everything to keep her safe because that was what she did for her people. Unlike the Ministry of Magic. But Santana didn't have to know about that part now.]
