His Ravenna |Theseus Scamander

00.A drop wasn't enough

"Porpentina!!" Ravenna giggled as she saw the tiny American witch approach her. She was staying in America, working at the Magical Congress of the United States of America—MCUSA for short. As the Russian Foreign Minister, her job was to handle any disputes faced by Russian wizards in America. Not that there were many, considering Russian magicians, especially the Pureblood supremacists, rarely mingled with other bloodlines. Even a half-blood marriage would be considered a disgrace.

"Hey, Ravenna," Tina clicked her tongue, knowing all too well how Ravenna hated her given name. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing much. Grindelwald is being transferred to the British Ministry," she replied casually, but the news clearly stirred interest.

"Will I be needed?" Ravenna raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think so, but you might want to check with your assistant." Tina said, before her eyes suddenly widened as she unfolded the morning’s Daily Prophet.

Curious, Ravenna leaned over Tina's shoulder. "What’s going on?"

Tina looked pale, biting her lip. "Maybe you should write to him."

Ravenna blinked. "And what would I say?"

Feigning a thoughtful expression, she eventually smirked and offered, "Dear Mr. Scamander, I am utterly in love with you, and I cannot bear seeing you marry someone else. Please consider."

Tina swatted her arm, blushing. "Nice try."

Before she could tease further, a voice echoed from the lobby, "Rosvata, the President is looking for you."

Bidding a quick goodbye to Tina, Ravenna straightened her robes and made her way to the president’s office. She knew this was no routine summons.

As she walked down the grand halls of the MCUSA, her mind buzzed with possibilities. What could be so urgent? Was it about the Grindelwald transfer? Something far more serious?

She opened the grand wooden doors to the president’s office, her heart pounding just a bit faster than usual. But what greeted her on the other side was not the usual meeting of dignitaries.

It was a letter on the president's desk, addressed to her.

"Sit," President Seraphina Picquery said, her face unreadable.

Ravenna obeyed, her fingers twitching as she took the letter. She could feel her pulse quickening as she opened it. The first few words made her blood run cold.

"We know who you really are."

The room seemed to shrink as Ravenna’s vision narrowed in on those six words. She felt as if the floor had been pulled out from under her.

"Ravenna," the president's voice broke through the silence, "there’s something you need to explain."

The weight of the letter burned in her hands, but the real fire—her secret—was about to explode.

Ravenna’s fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the letter, the words replaying over and over in her mind. We know who you really are.

Her mind raced, trying to assess the situation, but President Picquery's gaze pinned her down, sharp and unwavering.

"Ravenna," Seraphina repeated slowly, her voice steady but firm, "I’m giving you one chance to explain this. Who exactly are you?"

For a split second, Ravenna’s mask cracked. She had been careful—so careful. Years of diplomacy, forging alliances, concealing her past. How could anyone have found out?

"Madam President, I... don’t understand what this is about," Ravenna lied, keeping her expression neutral.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "I’m sure you do. This letter didn’t arrive by accident." She leaned forward, her voice lowering to a dangerous level. "You’ve been the Russian Foreign Minister for years, but there are rumors that go far beyond your official title. Names I’ve heard in connection with you, Rosvata—"

Ravenna felt the name hit her like a blow. Rosvata, her true name—the one she thought was buried in the ashes of her old life in Russia. The one she had discarded when she came to America under the pretense of diplomacy.

The president slid the letter across the desk toward her. Ravenna’s eyes scanned the page again, but there was more now, written in a strange, cryptic handwriting.

"Your time is running out. The truth is close."

Her blood ran cold. Whoever had sent this knew everything. Her real name, her past, and worst of all—the secret she had worked so hard to keep hidden.

"I’ll ask you one more time," Seraphina's voice cut through the rising panic in Ravenna’s mind. "Who are you, really?"

Ravenna’s heart raced as she searched for a way out. She could deny it, keep up the lie, or she could risk telling part of the truth. But the letter… the words… Someone was already closing in.

"I…" She swallowed, choosing her next words carefully. "I was born under a different name, yes. But everything else you know about me is true. I’m here to represent Russia, and nothing about my past affects my role here in America."

Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, clearly unconvinced. "And this letter? It suggests otherwise."

Ravenna gripped the armrests of her chair, forcing herself to remain calm. "I have enemies. You know how politics work, Madam President. Old grudges. Maybe someone’s trying to discredit me."

Seraphina held her gaze for a long moment, the tension thickening in the air. "If that’s true, we’ll find out soon enough."

Suddenly, the doors burst open, and a young Auror rushed in, his face pale.

"Madam President," he gasped, "there’s been an incident. Grindelwald’s transfer… something went wrong."

Seraphina’s attention snapped to the Auror. "What do you mean?"

The Auror looked at Ravenna hesitantly before continuing, "He’s escaped. There’s no trace of him. It seems… someone helped him."

Ravenna’s heart sank as the room turned deadly silent. All eyes were on her now. The timing was too perfect, too coincidental.

Seraphina’s expression hardened, and she turned to Ravenna with suspicion burning in her eyes. "It seems we may have more to discuss than just this letter."

Before Ravenna could respond, the president gestured to the Auror. "Take her into custody for questioning."

Ravenna’s mind raced as she was surrounded by wands, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had to think fast, but the walls were closing in on her. Whoever had sent that letter, whoever knew her secret—had just set her up.

As she was led away, her thoughts swirled. She wasn’t going to let this end here. Someone wanted her out of the way, and she would find out who. But first, she needed to escape—and soon.

With a final glance at the president, Ravenna smirked. "I hope you know what you’re doing, Madam President. Because once this starts, it won’t be easy to stop."

And with that, she was escorted out of the office, but inside, she was already planning her next move.