1940
Soft summer rain beat against the windows to his study breaking his concentration with its incessant tapping, throwing the scraps of the parchment into the fire he found his vision drawn to the clock for the hundredth time, in less than five minutes she would be late. A bubble of malicious glee formed within him at the thought, He took great pride in finding cracks in her otherwise debutant-like mask she wore to hide herself from the world. But he knew, he knew all those dark thoughts and dreams she whispered to him under the cover of darkness while the world slept, none the wiser, around them. He had seen her serve tea, like a true pure-blood lady, only for her to sit back and watch as her unwitting victims then convulsed, the poison taking a hold of their clinging bodies, bringing them to their knees, coughing blood over her hand made silk rug. His Ava was a lifetime away from the Evelyn who belonged to them.
As the clock made its final strike towards twelve the door opened, the dark blue velvet of her cloak tumbled to the ground with careless abandonment as she glided across the room to stand behind him, the soft sent of her rose tinted perfume infected his head clouding his vision for a moment.
"How did it go?" He felt her inhale delicately running her hands along the curve of his neck,
"Like the finest clockwork, my compliments to the orchestrator of such a plan." Her lips found his, as he turned to smile at him.
"I will endeavour to pass such compliments on, now tell me, how does one stroll through the streets of Aufkirchen with blood on their face without causing a scene?" he arched a eyebrow at her before swiping at the droplets which clung to her pale skin.
"People will see what they want to see Gellert, everything else will become at best a figment of imagination." She responded flippantly before making her way to the window, "those who know will never speak of it and those who don't, well we can deal with them. How was your own research?"
"Little was learnt but much as revised." He replied casting an eye over the heavy tomes which plagued the otherwise sparse room.
"What was learnt?"
"Nothing more than a name, Peverell." She tilted her head to the side, regarding him with apprehension.
"What, or should I say who is Peverell?" He smirked at her and leaned back in his chair,
"How do you feel about a little trip to England Ava?"
AN: And we meet our not-so-normal lead couple, for this tale chapters will be short but updated frequently.
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