Masquerade (Discontinued)

Chapter XI

Training Rooms, Level 2, Ministry of Magic, London, England, Great Britain

Monday the 14th of September 1998

1:00 PM

The Auror Instructor Williamson frowned at the beautiful young woman that sat behind the glass, watching Fay Dunbar train. She had a slight smile playing around her red lips. Her eyes were an electric green that reminded him a bit of the Killing Curse. She was wearing high waisted dark trousers, a button down white shirt and a loose black bow around her neck. Her heels looked excessively tall and he wondered if they were uncomfortable. Long black tendrils of hair almost went over her horn rimmed glasses.

Williamson moved over to the woman whom sat in the stands watching as Dunbar shot charm after counter-curse at Auror Mitchell. Williamson had found it odd that he had specifically requested to train with Dunbar and be permanently transferred to the office after he had practically begged to guard Azkaban. Williamson had had to take it to Madam Bones and Moody but they had grudgingly agreed after Mitchell pointed out that his Patronus Charm wasn't as great as it could be.

"Hello, ma'am," Williamson greeted.

The woman looked up and Williamson's eyes widened when he saw the lightening bolt scar settled right in the middle of her pale forehead. The woman blinked and looked up at him with a wider smile now.

"Hello, sir. What can I do for you?"

Her voice was soft and lilting and he knew that this girl…this woman wasn't as soft and sweet as she was pretending to be. Williamson was a rather high-ranking Auror and thus, he had high clearance. He had heard about what happened in the Department of Mysteries and Bella Potter had only been fifteen when that whole fiasco had started.

"I was simply wondering what a pretty woman like you was doing down here. I'm sure that there are a lot of more entertaining things that you could be doing," Williamson said, calmly and he wasn't flirting with her and the woman knew it. He was trying to understand what she was doing here and how she had got to a secure part of Level 2.

"Oh, Fay won't let me leave without her and Auror Mitchell is going back to Azkaban after this. I'm going to go with him to visit my brother at work and perhaps check up on Hermione," Bella Potter said, innocently though there was nothing innocent in those cold and calculating green eyes. She was gauging his reaction about her mentioning Hermione Granger whom was probably the most powerful and deadly witch in Azkaban.

"I'm sure that they will both appreciate it," Williamson said and Bella's smile curled into a cruel smirk.

She went back to watching Fay whom was being knocked back. The woman was talented, Williamson acknowledged this. She would be set to take her DADA Mastery in just a few months time. She seemed to know exactly what to do next and Williamson wasn't sure if that was instinctual or whether she was just that strategic in her thinking.

"Her defence is weak."

Williamson looked over at Bella in surprise and the woman looked harsher now. She was frowning and Williamson looked to Fay. Fay had just been knocked back but Mitchell was sporting his fair amount of wounds.

"You think so? She's quite good for a trainee," Williamson said and Bella snorted.

"Your trainees must not be very good. I trained her better than this."