Frigus . Sirius Black (Mortem BOOK 2)

chapter eleven

December 10th, 1978 - Shanghai

Nephera had taken the offer the group in China had presented her with, but not before making all of them sign an unbreakable vow, promising that they were in no way affiliated with Voldemort, nor were they planning to have dealings with him in the near future. 

She didn't care much for the Ministry's dealings with China, and if all she had to do was to put an end to them in order to learn how to wield the wand of the Lost sisters, well, it was a ridiculously small price to pay. 

The only thing that she didn't like, was the fact that the person she had been partnered with was none other than the Fortune Teller from Mystery. She didn't hate the woman by any means, but her presence was deeply unsettling, what with the white hair and the eyes with absolutely no color in them, it was creepy, "You need to let go of the control you have over your magic," the Fortune Teller's silky voice spoke up, "You need to have a partnership with the wand," 

"I have used it before," spat the brunette, frustrated, "For astral projection, might I add," 

"An impressive feat, Nephera, and it is true that your control over your magic is exceptional, and something that I myself wished I had, but, in order for you to reach the wand's full potential, you need to give up the control," 

The Fortune Teller sat down on the floor, crossing her legs, "Now, have you tried meditation?" she asked 

Nephera only blinked at the woman, a bored expression on her face, "No, I have not tried meditation," she mocked, "Do I look like I have the time to find my inner peace?" 

"Well you must, now sit down," 

Needless to say, the British witch did not like that in the least bit, "I do not take orders, besides, I'm not an idiot. I need to have control over my magic, if I don't, the Dark Magic of the wand takes over me, which means that I end up as a green-skinned, black-eyed freak that's shunned from society!" 

"All that anger inside of you, you need to deal with it. You must come to peace with the fact that you cannot control everything, only then will you be able to wield the wand," 

The Winchester girl had dealt with Voldemort, she had dealt with Dumbledore, but this- this do-good, inner-peace and meditation mumbo jumbo the bitch in front of her was spewing, she couldn't deal with, "How about we get back to practicing with the wand, and we can leave the spiritual bullshit and psycho-analysis behind, hm?" 

"That is simply not possible, you need to find-" 

"So help me Salazar lady, if you say inner peace one more time-" 

"Inner peace," 

The slam of the door was so loud, it was probably heard all the way to Britain as Nephera stalked out of the building, wanting nothing more than to go back home, "That is what I mean by anger, Nephera," called out the Fortune Teller from behind the door 

"Fuck off!" 

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December 15th, 1978 - Nephera and Sirius's Home 

The raven-haired boy had to admit, while he wasn't a fan of Nephera's new position as Head of the Minister's secret team, he was a fan of the fact that she seemed to be home a lot more than she used to be when she was simply an Auror. 

She'd take her work home sometimes, paperwork and evidence reports, but at least she was home with him. He himself had gotten a promotion, as the new director of the training program he had to suffer through dealing with the new trainees, most of which didn't know their left from their right.