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The click clack of footsteps echoed as the slender young wizard briskly walked down the hall. The youth was slender and pale with sharp eyes filled with anticipation and slight unease. He wore dark blue dressing robes, one hand tucked in the left pocket. When he reached the mohogony door, he tentively pressed his ear to it, listening to the shuffeling inside.
Taking a shaky breath, he composed himself, standing taller and with more confidence as he gripped the wand in his pocket a little tighter. He entered the dimly lit bedroom to see exactly what he had expected.
The woman was significantly older than he was, but there was an air of youthful arrogance about her. She too, was pale as snow and had raven hair. If anyone compared the two of them, they would assume they were related.
Previously uneasy, the boy was now smirking with confidence as he saw the state that the woman was currently in, throwing things from his trunk and dresser, his mattress thrown off of his bed and his closet doors wide open and robes retrieved, thrown on to the floor. She herself, was drenched in sweat, hair unkemt, and eyes bashful.
The boy smiled quaintly, "I thought I'd find you here again. Give it up. You'll never find it."
She straightened her posture, chin lifted with what dignity she could muster. "Where would I find it?"
"You won't. Unless our bargain is held up on your end." The boy's adrenaline was pumping. He knew he had her in the palm of his hand despite his fear.
She huffed angrily, but nodded with resign. "I said I would do it, didn't I? But so help me, if you don't hold up on your end..." She took a threatening step in his direction and he gripped onto his wand a little tighter.
"Well, see. I want to make sure you're serious, Love." He said, mockery in his tone. His confidence was sky rocketing and he was loving the power. He watched her blood boil. "So, we'll be keeping it in our possession until we're certain you'll make this the best term we could possibly have." He fiend sympathy, showing off a wicked grin afterwards for affect.
"Mmmhmm." She was clearly unamused by his antics. "I can't provide escapes for every bit of trouble you lot get yourselves into, so don't think you'll get away with everything, but if I'm around, I will keep my bargain."
The wizard nodded, "Well, we'll see. I also feel the need to remind you that if one of my members mysteriously turn up missing, injured or dead, you will automatically be at fault in our eyes and we will expose you."
"You think I would make it that obvious if I went after one of you?" She smirked, bruising his ego slightly.
"You think we don't have ways to expose you if you do go after us?" He challenged with his lip curling.
That struck a nerve and she was suddenly in his face. He sucked in his breath, his heart drumming so quickly that he thought at first it would explode. "DON'T underestimate me. Now, I agreed to the bargain. So you're safe."
He took a deep breath when she backed off, keeping his composure, but only just. "Then why are you here? Did you come 'round for a spot of tea? I've got Chamomile or do you prefer Peppermint?" He sneered, using mockery to grasp what little power he had over his emotions.
"Don't press your luck." She Turned to leave, her black hair almost whipping his face.
He muttered beneath his breath. "Hey, don't press yours..."
Without a reply, she swiftly walked out of the door, leaving him in satisfaction and relief.