A Story of a Short Ending | T.R

Chapter 9 - The Intelligence

The moment the door closed behind Travers, Rosier heavied out a sigh and stood up, Avery following suit. Leonard looked back at the woman who he knew didn't want to do much with him, but after a minute of thought, he knew it was the four of them together.

Angeline knew what he meant and why he was looking at her. She figured it out fast enough, knowing that Dirca and Avery wouldn't be separated, and none of the other people remaining at the table would quite fit within their abilities. She stood up, just as Dirca did the same.

Avery was glad that he gets to work with Dirca, that no matter what the task brings to them he will be there by his wife's side. He knew that she was more than capable of holding her ground, how strong and smart she was, but the worry never quite left him. He knew that they weren't going to get their wands back for this task and so whatever they had to face was to be taken with precautions.

Rosier led them out of the room, heading towards the staircase upstairs. Where were they going he didn't quite know, he wanted a quiet and closed space to have some privacy for themselves, as they would need to discuss their further actions and find out the task at hand.

As they left the table, Avery inched closer to Dirca, his movements stayed hesitant even as he walked by her side. After so long she was finally by his side, she was an arm's reach away. His fingers brushed against hers, allowing her to move her hand away if she didn't want his touch right now, but just a few moments later he felt her warm hand wrap around his. A heavy weight fell off his shoulders as he intertwined his fingers with hers, feeling the warmth of her body next to his, savouring the moments of peace they had before they had to put their comfort away and dive head-first into whatever work Riddle assigned them.

Angeline walked behind Rosier, her eyes on their surroundings. 4 years later she was reunited with the man she spent most of her time in school with. Their fallout was rooted in Rosier's loyalty to Riddle, and if 4 years ago someone told Angeline she would end up in the Manor, working for the same man, she would've laughed in their face and called them insane. Right now she was walking into a quiet library of the Malfoy Manor, following Leonard into the depths of it.

The library was enormous, the dark wooden shelves lined up one after another, reminded them of the library in the school, filled to the brink with books of various authors, varying from old wizard languages to more modern copies of books written just several years ago. Small gleaming plates on the sides of the shelves bore markings of the topics the books were sectioned by, "Potions", "Wandless Magic", "Divination", "History of Wizarding World", and "Healing for halfwits" the shelves read as they passed.

The depth of the room revealed several working desks along with several cushioned sofas in front of a cracking fireplace. Perhaps it was under a spell to burn without heat or that would make Malfoy a fool, considering no Ministry would allow such fire safety precautions, but it was probably the last matter the Ministry would investigate would they find out of the business in the Manor.

Rosier walked over to the nearest desk, a wave of his hand revealing a map they saw in the dining hall minutes ago. Their village was marked with their initials next to it, the delicate cursive of Riddle's handwriting in ink as black as the sky on the darkest nights. Angeline stood across from him, eyeing the map in front of them, as Dirca and Avery came up making out the name of the village on the map.

"I have been there before," Dirca said, looking over the small layout of the village, it was a home for no more than 30 houses, what could be their business there? Avery slid inquiring eyes to his wife, who pointed at the village on the map "People there don't quite like outsiders, they keep to themselves and keep their business strictly for themselves. One of... artefacts that I acquired for my shop was covered over with some form of old magic, the traces of it led me to that village. I asked around but no one bothered to answer. They only have a few shops to keep them fed, the population is barely at 200."