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Cassandra Morrigan Burke Slytherin defected Death Eater Neutral since April '79 Partner to Amanda

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If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if I had my way with you.

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wicked game | cass & evan

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He was sure it was only a matter of time until he had to face the music for his actions. The Order had been capturing Death Eater’s like spattergroit. In one of the more recent battle Evan had been disarmed and unmasked, dragged into Azkaban laughing like a crazy madman. He had never been so close to a Dementor in his life, the chill of their presence starting to seep into his heart and soul, chilling him to the core. But still he had somehow managed to keep his head up. 

A few days in a guard came to subdue and transfer him, offering zero information until he woke up in a dark cellar with bars on the door. He had refused to speak, waiting for the inevitable torture measures Mad Eye was rumored to enforce. But none came. Evan felt like a caged animal. Being put in such a vulnerable and submissive permission did little to humble the Death Eater. It simply caused him to grow if possible, more sarcastic and uncooperative. 

His eyes zeroed in on the figures of Cass and Amos as they approached, eyeing their close proximity. The way Amos carried himself so haughtily, shoulders and back up. Evan’s head lolled against the wall behind him, swallowing his parched throat from calling out. “Ooh, love birds at twelve’o’clock.” His ex fiancee had always had a thing for the half blood. “What can I do for you? Surely you didn’t just come here to gloat.” He smirked. “My skills, huh? Tell me what skills you’re interested in. Not sure I’ll be willing to share. I’m quite gifted with my knife work, though, ask Cass.”

Even now one could hear the screams from far away, people screaming in pain while they’re getting broken by no other than Alastor Moody. Cassandra paid no mind to them. The walls of each cell were thick enough to keep most of the sound away and she already struggled with being reminded of that night. A prison, her own screaming, seeing Evan, this time even with Amos as a direct reason why she’d suffered through everything -- jealousy, their ongoing feud. The witch clicked her tongue, clearly losing her temper with him. Her hands shook slightly, so she forced herself to tense her hands into fists. He wasn’t the boy she once loved, not her fellow Slytherin she’d enjyed cuddling against, the one who’d kept her warm underneath his blanket while all others enjoyed yet another pureblood event as his home. Oh, how much she’d loved to just be with him, smell his perfume and kiss alongside his jawline, feel him, hear him chuckle -- he chuckled differently now, more sinister. 

Amos walked towards Evan to eventually silence him. Her right hand instinctively put a barrier between them, keeping Amos away, though, as he continued, Cassandra stepped away, letting Amos hit him once. His words shook her to the core and one could clearly see how much she struggled, even while she tried and pretended it didn’t. “Stop, Evan. Stop! I should’ve--” never even proposed such a deal to the minister. “We’re here to get you out of here. If there’s someone in Britain who knows the Death Eater, it’s you. With my knowledge of dark artifacts the two of us will be hunting down his horcruxes and destroy them. If you help me, you will be set free. Just the two of us, well,” Cassandra tensed her jaw “if you do try and hurt, or even kill me, you will be tortured and you will rot in prison. The Order will track our movements. Are you in?” She raised one eyebrow, hoping he’d agree. “You get to kill others, our enemies, the one who abandoned you.” Amos already tried to disagree, but Cassandra looked at him now, lips slightly pressed together “He needs to know everything or else all our efforts might end up backfiring. Come on, I know you want to be free.” 

[fromdusks]

Do you understand what you’ve done? You have 90 minutes to complete. (r.a.)

[evanrosierx]

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

[purgatorybound]

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Secretly he admired the way she always found new ways to seize a moment in her hands and twist it into different angles. She was cunning alright in a sexy way that made him unable to resist her. Like a naive boy drunk on love potion Evan followed her down the hallway at a leisurely pace. “I thought you wanted me to be less afraid of you,” He did.  “No games, no rules.” He watched as she began to remove her wardrobe. “Fine.” Voice airy and light, he took a step into the bathroom with her and began to unbutton the blood stained shirt. Green eyes followed her movements carefully like a snake as she started the water. From his back pocket he pulled out his wand and slowly, deliberately placed it on the marble counter without breaking her gaze.

His shirt hit the floor and he was standing in just his trousers, watching for her next move. He put his hands up to imitate surrender. “I’m unarmed. It’s just you and me.” His hands fell to the button of his pants as  he undid and dropped them, stepping out.. Then came his underwear. Maybe the water would be cold enough to stop his arousal from becoming even more prominent. Either way he found he didn’t care. They were going to be open, vulnerable and exposed together. All cards laid out for each of them to see. “Shall we get in the water then?’

She’d hoped for him to go on with their game. Although there weren’t any rules, this game would prove itself to be much more difficult to master, to succeed in. Would she let her guard down? Whatever fleeting barrier she had going for her nowadays? With her memories openly exposed to Rodolphus, and partially all of Great Britain, Cassandra had nowhere to hide, as someone who’d been hiding all her life. The witch patiently waited and kept herself busy with tugging her hair behind one ear. Cassandra held her breath once he grabbed his wand, though she exhaled after seeing him putting it down, slowly, possibly not to scare her even further. His wand, the visual reminder of that night -- of course the Slytherin reacted in some way -- by tensing her jaw, eyes deeply focused on him now, her heart racing as his bloodstained shirt hit the ground. 

Tilting her head, Cassandra checked him out, merely murmuring as a response, almost as to not distract herself from the view “just you and me:” They’d spiraled so out of control, Cassandra barely recognized herself with him. Two Slytherins who’d tried to rule together, kids who fell in love all on their own, being the envy of all other purebloods their age, the secrets, the bittersweet lies told to their parents -- and then, a disaster. Cassandra realized she hadn’t inhaled in quite some time, too mesmerized by the view after he went full commando. Her eyes quickly focused on his, away from his genitals, away from his dark mark. All of a sudden a snicker escaped Cassandra. How easy he’d managed to get her undressed just now. A record, really, faster than even Amos. But this time she was naked for all the right reasons. She stepped into the showed and didn’t flinch as the first drops of rather warm water hit her breasts. Her usual procedure included closing her eyes, but this time she’d remain alert. Pretty spacious for a shower cubicle, but not enough to keep them entirely apart. Cassandra would’ve lied if she’d said she didn’t like to be this close, to feel the tension between them. “What are your intentions now? Were you just going to save me? To make things better for us? For you? I won’t run again. I’m tired of running.”

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

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i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

[purgatorybound]

evanrosierx‌:

“No you’re not at the mercy of anyone anymore, Cass.” He wanted to make that clear. He was done this ‘game’ they had been playing, or rather the one he had been forcing on her for months now. He just wanted a break from her to clean up and then return to the conversation. Maybe give her a chance to cool down. It was clear they had a lot to discuss and catch up on and Evan craved being clean. He hated feeling dirty. But he couldn’t resist throwing her a taunt, expecting her to respond with sarcasm or at least an eye roll. Something to ground them and return to the way it was between them. 

The last thing Evan expected was for her to accept his false offer, waltzing past him with an air of a woman who owned the place. Talk in… the shower? What was this, some kind of trap? As her blouse came floating down to his feet, he understood that she was dead serious. He traipsed after her like a ghost, hesitant and disbelieving. “Um…” He hadn’t really had the chance to admire her figure before until now. Despite the ugly bruises clinging to her ankles, and sprinkled across her neck her skin was flawless. He could already feel his throat tighten and his heart rate elevate. “I wasn’t serious, Cass.” How was she so beautiful? 

Cassandra huffed at his comment. Did he really turn over a new leaf? She’d thought herself to be only hallucinating, as if his words weren’t real, maybe only to calm her down. Disbelief was all she took away from his words. Yet, to a woman who had nothing more left to lose than her newfound freedom, Cassandra so easily escaped her clothes and walked up the stairs in an attempt to surprise him, catch him off-guard. What better weapon than her body and words to plead her cause and have him remaining unarmed? The witch sighed at his words “you said ‘make yourself at home’ and that’s exactly what I’m doing. This is supposed to be our mansion, remember?” She brushed her hair behind her shoulders as she finally arrived at the bathroom, slowly getting rid of her slip as she entered.

“I thought you wanted me to be less afraid of you, so now’s your chance to really win me over again. Don’t be shy, I usually don’t bite.” Cassandra teased. As if she’d been stung too many times to really care anymore, as if all the humiliation had taught her to approach every moment with cynicism and no shame whatsoever. Evan didn’t do much to help, either, as his mere presence forced her into a state of aggression or fear -- enough with backing away, she had to approach him with all she had, all at once. She turned on the water, but waited for him to join her. “No games, no rules. We’ve been playing this sick game for one bloody year. It’s time to stop, forfeit.”

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How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We are ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via slytherinwritess)

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[purgatorybound]

wicked game | cass & evan

AU TIMELINE -- 1979

“You didn’t have to come. I know how difficult it must be,” Amos mentioned as they walked through the halls of the ministry. They’d transported Evan from Azkaban to question him further. Cassandra gently squeezed his hand as a form of silent reassurance. Of course her heart beat like crazy, but she’d already been through far too much to back off now. The pain, the abuse, the missed opportunities and then the one she actually took -- all leading her to this moment. She’d left on April 1st without saying anything to her family nor her friends. From that Amos and her immediately formed a connection, a relationship, which had lasted for the past few months and didn’t seem to end, even though Cassandra had thought it would. 

But this wasn’t the time, nor the right place, to really dig deep into that, not with Evan just one heavy door away. “He’s awake? He’s eating?” Cassandra asked absentmindedly while watching him from in between the bars. “Yes, one of the Order members murmured whose name she’d never really cared for. Some of them still didn’t trust her, yet she’d done nothing but help them in their efforts. “Oh, how much I’d wanted you to be dead just a few months ago, but now all I see is a broken man,” Cassandra hissed, but her previous concerns had outweighed her hissing words, as did her worry for him. The cell suddenly opened and both Cassandra and Amos entered, as well as two other guards to protect them if needed. “For the first time in your existence your skills will be used for something good,” Amos started, but Cassandra intervened “we’re here to propose a deal. I have arranged everything for you. All you need to do is listen.” @evanrosierx​

[evanrosierx]

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

[purgatorybound]

evanrosierx‌:

He had known better to expect she would be anything that resembled grateful for his sacrifice to get her home. Lately she had just been a constant thorn in his side. A thorn he could never bring himself to rip out. “Oh by all means, would you have rather been left to withstand more of the executioner’s wrath?” Not that she had not experienced his own first hand before. Something she said made him pause, brows furrowing. “Why don’t they trust you?” For ‘good ‘reason’, she said. Clearly he was missing a key part of the calculation and he needed to be brought up to speed. But first, he needed a shower. His hands were still stained with blood. And he smelled.

“Wait here. I need to shower. Make yourself at home.” He said with a sweeping hand gesture around the furnishings. He scoffed at that last bit, because for all intents and purposes this was still her home. But he knew she didn’t see it that way. “I’ll be back and then you’ll explain this.” He paused before looking back at her, a soft smirk on his face. “Unless you’d like to join.” 

The context of Evan’s comparison was devoid of logic. She’d felt the wrath of another executioner before, so Walden’s punishment, even if unwanted, seemed nothing new at all. “So am I not at the mercy of yet another executioner right now?” Cassandra asked bluntly, tilting her head in the process. However, he already asked further, about her reputation. She’d have to talk to him somewhere less open and dangerous. Just mentioning him would surely get him heated up again. Fine, then. 

Evan moved on already, gesturing around himself and Cassandra was reminded of their union and the ring on her finger. Before the wedding she’d been forced to leave almost everything of herself within the Rosier mansion, so she’d be able to live there after their honeymoon to further consummate their marriage. The few decorations of hers, the dresses in his room, family heirlooms and even her pets were already roaming around the large mansion. “Fine, we can talk there.” She unbuttoned her skirt, stepped out of it and got rid of her blouse while walking past him. She started to walk upstairs towards the bathroom as her bra fell towards the floor just close to him. “Hurry up”

[evanrosierx]

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

[purgatorybound]

evanrosierx‌:

For as long as he had known Cassandra, he had known she was different than the other Slytherin girls. Perhaps that was what had drawn him to her in the beginning. “You know sometimes I question if you were placed in the right house.” He breathed, studying her over and in that moment it felt like he was finally seeing her, all of her, for her truth. The bruises were still visible all over her skin, but the light, the fire in her eyes burned bright. He was glad that she wasn’t of course, because then she would have been completely off limit, like Amelia. “But if you hadn’t been, we never would have met, nor dated. I would have had no one after I lost my mother.” 

He didn’t speak of it often, choosing to bury that subject deep. He had barely turned thirteen when she had died and the darkness had soon consumed him thereafter. But Cass had been a source of light for him, a bit of comfort. Her hands against his chest in the dead of night warmed him when the fire went out. As she continued to explain her desire for a better life, he once again shook his head at her, feeling a familiar anger rising. “You are completely and utterly the  most selfish woman I have ever met. Do you honestly think that everyone else is devoid of that same wish? Don’t you think that maybe it’s not so much a desire as it is a choice that I make, every single fucking day?” Somewhere in the crossfire the we’s became I’s. “It’s a choice, Cass. If every single one of us just decided to be selfish like you, then who would be left? I recommend you start trying to fix your perspective on how you seem to think a pure blood Death Eater witch should behave. Maybe change the status quo. Put that fire towards a different cause, carve out your own identity, instead of abandoning everything you know.”

The fact that she basically told him he had driven her into the arms of Amos a second time was probably the last thing he needed to hear. It wounded his ego even more than it already was. “You thought that the half blood scum could replicate my love for you? Honestly Cass, are you trying to hurt me?!” Between Hogwarts and now she had hurt him again and again. He could barely take another round. “So did you? Were you successful? Would you rather he have killed your captor and rescued you instead? I bet you fuckin’ do.Because nothing I do will ever be enough for you. Admit it, you judge me. You judge all of us. I bet you even think you’re better than me.”

They’ always butt heads, would they? Not that it always has been like that, no, not at all. In Hogwarts she hadn’t met anyone she really liked, more, than Evan. Like they were two sides of the same coin -- deception and talent, passion and darkness. She still remembered the days they’d spent together studying, the holidays with their families already hinting at a possible marriage and her stupid, embarrassing giggle afterwards, knowing she was already dating and in love with Evan. Now, too much had changed and whenever she thought about the past it drove a shiver down her spine. “Are you trying to insult me with that? I am as cunning, even more so, than all the other Slytherins we know. Don’t start,” Cassandra hissed. The witch felt her former fear of him getting weaker and weaker as time past and other enemies started to gain in -- respect, for lack of a better word. 

“I don’t care if no one else decided to actually act upon those feelings of wanting to do better, of wanting to be different. No one did, that’s the whole point. I am still myself and I didn’t take you all for granted, I didn’t take my privilege for granted, either. I fancied him, got it?!” Cassandra snapped, crying silently as she did “I was blinded by his affection after all the darkness around me, all the hatred. I was wrong, you won. Happy now?” It did sound almost like her begging for him to stop, but she did mean it. “I don’t care who would eventually free me. I was cursed and alone. They don’t trust me, for good reason.” Cassandra wiped away some of the tears and sighed deeply, her breath shaky as she did. “You were enough. Once. Now, after our break up, we’ve done nothing but hurt each other. So, what do you suggest?” Cassandra’s fingers trembled. “You know I’m more than they’ll ever want me to be, Evan. You, too.”

[evanrosierx]

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

[purgatorybound]

evanrosierx‌:

Evan slammed the door upon entering, loosening his shirt collar as he walked. He’d washed his hands but they were still stained red. Specks of it were on his shirt still. It was probably ruined. Collateral damage.He nodded and thanked Cassius before turning his attention on his ex fiancee.  “Well would you look what the cat dragged in,” Evan taunted, though the usual slickness to his voice was no longer there and the show he had been putting on in her company was running low. Truthfully he was just relieved to see her in one piece. He had worried for her, and rightfully so. Green eyes scanned over her body, citing the bruises and marks littered across her body from the abuse and torture by someone else’s hands.

“He won’t kill me,” he replied, arrogant as ever. “Not unless he wants to lose two Death Eater’s in the same week. I’m not convinced he’d risk it with the war heating up.” It wasn’t like Cassandra was really being used for anything useful for him anyway, and if Walden could waste his days with a captive hostage as his play thing he couldn’t have been contributing anything substantial to the cause. “What were you thinking?” He finally asked, voice exasperated as he took a step towards her. “Please, enlighten me. Did you really think you could erase yourself and just disappear? In the middle of a bloody war?!? You, Cass, are naive.”

When she told him she wasn’t going to thank him the Death Eater simply rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t want you to waste your breath. I don’t need your gratitude. What I need is for you to explain what you were thinking. It’s time for you to spell this out for me. Tell me, was it worth it?” She still had the ring on, obviously. The curse he had put on it was binding. It wasn’t going anywhere, unlike it would seem, Cassandra was.

Cassandra felt her hands trembling, so she instinctively held her fingers to calm them. No use, his mere presence forced the witch into a state of shock. His outfit, the way Walden’s blood painted his white shirt red -- a real executioner, one who didn’t care much about how they looked like after the kill. They had to get the job done, nothing else mattered. And yet, there was a fire inside of Evan she could only interpret as anger, aggression for all the right reasons. Walden took something that had formerly belonged to him, completely, utterly. Cassandra’s eyes scanned her surroundings, always look back towards him. She moved through the room with careful steps just to get some distance between them. Slender fingers still shook even after trying to control it and tears started to run down her cheeks. Yet, Cassandra didn’t flinch and let them run, ignoring the tears as best as possible while keeping a stoic expression.

“What’s wrong with wanting a different life? A better life? You know I had my fancies and dreams, none of which I would’ve fulfilled among pureblood tyranny.” Her body stiffened and she could hear herself breathing, strong and intense to remain as calm as possible. “This isn’t who I want to be. A Death Eater, an obedient wife just made to bear children, no,” she shook her head “Don’t make me go,” another pause “Please,” Cassandra tensed her jaw. She’d since then stopped trying to remove her ring. Its curse still stopped Cassandra from removing the ring completely, as well as her own thoughts now almost cherishing the piece of expensive metal around her finger. “All the pain was worth it in the end. At least I tried, I didn’t give up on my dreams and turned into a rigid, spineless and naive wife caught up between motherhood and looking pretty.” Cassandra sighed deeply, her eyes now remained fixed onto him, as if meeting his gaze wasn’t terrifying anymore, besides: she had to prove a point now. “You want to know why I ran? No one had ever loved me like you did and after you’d punished me I had no one to equal this sort of affection, no one, but Amos. It was my choice, for once, not anyone else’s. I thought I could replicate that kind of love -- I couldn’t.”

[evanrosierx]

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

[purgatorybound]

evanrosierx‌:

Evan could still remember well the anger that boiled his blood in third year when Yaxley “borrowed” a book that had been gifted to him by his late mother. How it had been returned to him ripped and torn, disrespected. He had set a cluster of tarantula’s on him in his sleep as punishment. Nor could he forget that feeling of debilitating rage when Cassandra had left him for that Gryffindor boy. The twisted, murderous fantasies that gripped his mind for months. His penchant for revenge had always been his Achilles heel and it often fueled and motivated every move Evan Rosier made, even if it sometimes blinded him in the process. 

When he learned that Walden Macnair had been holding his ex hostage of his own accord for months, telling no one, the penchant was considerably strong. That was weeks, weeks he had been lied to to his face. Every moment he had stepped foot in a room with Walden and looked him in the eyes, he had been lied to. While he had given up his hot pursuit of Cassandra with the assumption that she would find her way back eventually, had he known that all this time she had been tortured and kept as his fellow Death Eater’s little pet, things would have been different. His face was calm and stoic as ever as he approached the Macnair’s home where he helped himself inside, ignoring the house elf that came to greet him. Walden had already been punished profusely for his treachery he knew, but he had not yet faced Evan. To Evan, this was personal. To Evan, the man may as well have stolen from his pocket. He had, in fact, disrespected him. And that, that could not be forgiven.

“Oh hello there, Walden,” Evan greeted his fellow executioner. His face was still bruised from the beating, his walk a limp from the torture curses as he rounded the corner. He knew that Cass wasn’t there. For the first time in a long while, Evan actually knew her location - not that he approved. While it had been under the Dark Lord’s approval, the woman he had once loved was currently under the Imperius curse at the Ministry of Magic, a puppet to the cause, a spy. 

The truth was the Slytherin had already made his decision before dropping by. The exploitation of Cassandra Burke would end today. The man who had evidently chosen to pick up where Evan had left off would pay. He was taking back what was his, and he no longer cared what the consequences were. He was getting her out of this; he was getting his revenge. It was the switch of the knife flipping in his hand that made the older man pause mid sentence. The excuses and explanations came pouring out faster than Evan cared to listen. He watched as he backed away and turned, no doubt recognizing the murderous glint in Rosier’s eyes. He fumbled for his wand, but Evan was too quick for him, sticking his foot out to trip him to the floorboards, the sound of his body hitting dense and satisfying. 

“Know what I just love about executions?” he growled, kicking the man in the stomach as he tried to heave up, sending his wand into a dusty corner. “I love the moment when the ax swings down and justice is served.” His hand dug into the mans hair and wrenched his head to the air. “You never should have laid a hand on her, Walden,” he whispered. “That was your first mistake.” The knife was now at his neck, piercing into thin skin. “The second… was keeping it from me.” The scream was piercing and blood curdling. Evan’s heart and breath could not have been calmer. He could have taken the easy route, but this was far more satisfying. He knew as it happened that Cass would be feeling the weight of the curse lift. By now though, she might already be at home where she belonged. Either way, Mulciber would get her for him. 

“Sorry, old pal,” he said as the light left Walden’s eyes and his body slumped, not sorry in the least. Blood pooled the hardwood floor. His hand was warm and sticky with it. “You underestimated me.” They all did… they always did. Standing up with a sigh, Evan cast one last look at the body before looking over to the quivering elf in the corner. “Clean up the mess and cover the body when I leave.” 

He had no idea what punishment he would face, but he was certain Voldemort wouldn’t want to lose two Death Eater’s. So be it. He had chosen his loyalty after all. Cassandra would always be family.

“I promised to keep you safe from harm, haven’t I?” Rodolphus asked her with a hint of mischief hidden, poison. Of course a lawyer, let alone the Minister for Magic, had his ways to twist words and his actions to fully keep himself out of trouble. He made the rules, his possibilities were endless. Cassandra nodded, simply because she had no other chance but to agree, for now. The back of his hand softly caressed her cheek and she could feel herself grabbing the edge of the table behind her. The tension within his office started to increase. Of course she’d always believed for Rodolphus to seek pleasure somewhere else, knowing that his own wife was nothing but a lunatic and too much weight rested on his shoulders, begging for some sort of release. Having Cassandra as the secretary seemed almost too convenient, just a cliche waiting to be played out. “Safe from the Dark Lord, of course. You are here to stop being such a nuisance to us all, so I can keep you here under my control.” One of his hands wrapped around her throat, putting pressure against her skin just enough to choke her slightly. “I know your weaknesses,” how pathetic. Cassandra panted slightly, tried to remain as calm as possible. “Pathetic,” the witch hissed, but her revolt ended in him choking her more violent now. “I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes. You’re lucky this time,” he breathed against her ear, while his other hand wandered down, almost all the way towards her skirt, before letting go completely. 

Cassandra left immediately without looking back. Suddenly, a weight was lifted off her shoulders, the thoughts of Walden left her, as if her previous submissive attitude towards him was nothing but fabricated. And yes, it was. “Cass,” Cassius nodded towards one of the floo powder exits after she’d finally escaped the Minister’s rooms. “Just follow me, alright? He’s waiting.” 

Without uttering a word Cassandra followed, completely unsure where to go right now. With the compulsion lifted she could still feel a bit lost in her surroundings and it would take her a minute to fully regain her full consciousness. She let herself be guided out of the Ministry and even let him apparate with her, but then-- upon seeing the Rosier manor Cassandra felt her heart beating fast and her steps becoming longer. 

She waited, what felt like forever, for him to arrive. Nails dug deep into her skin, almost piercing through it. Cassandra struggled with her own thoughts, of how men had their fun with her and she remained so, so weak. She could kill and torture others just fine, yet they loved to mentally drain her, to use her as a puppet. Then, a gush of wind and the door opened. Cassandra stood up immediately, her eyes hooded and unsure if she should really look at him or not. Despite her previous attempts to avoid him completely, she bit her lip, then stared, just to finally get rid of some of her fear. “You can leave now, thank you.” Cassius left in a hurry, sensing the tension arising between them. “He will kill you for killing a fellow Death Eater and executioner. I hope you know that,” Cassandra exhaled sharply, hoping to get rid of her anger, but no use. Cassandra had several bruises on her neck, arms and legs from some of the chains and hands pinning her down. Walden forbade her to heal them, so she’d walked around with a scarf or anything hiding them. Standing on weak legs, the witch tried to get out more words, more anger, to let him know just how much she hated him. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She tried to pull off her engagement ring “I’m not going to thank you. There’s no difference between the two of you.”

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