How did this happen? For three years I've managed to avoid having to team up with this beast. Now, on the day our tolerance of each other reaches a breaking point, I have to cooperate with him. This is going to be a disaster. I could have been pared with literally any other person for this mission and been fine.

I spent the entire remainder of the meeting lost in thought. I argued with myself and wallowed in self pity, but mostly I ran over ever possible scenario. There were ways to do this right, but not without his cooperation. I was quite certain he wouldn't follow even the simplest direction I gave him and he certainly wasn't going to have my back. If anything, he would put me in danger just to get me back for what I'd said.

Once the meeting was over people started moving around, speaking among each other. Normally I would have slipped away with Narcissa and Bellatrix, but today I had other things to do. I begrudgingly looked up, seeking out Fenrir, only to find that he was walking out the door. I hopped up and chased after him. Knowing the plan would be compromised if I didn't speak to him before tomorrow.

"Fenrir," I called out as I walked after him down the hall. He stopped walking, but didn't turn around. "We need to discuss tomorrow's mission," I stopped a few paces behind him, not feeling the need to get in his face.

"What is there to discuss? We go to the library, we kill the guards, we get the book, and we get out," He turned to face me, looking irritated instead of smug like usual.

"There is much more to discuss than that," I said. "Where are we meeting? When? How are we going to go about getting in? How are we going to get the vault code? How will we make our escape?" It bothered me that he hadn't thought even slightly about the details. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. I was well aware that he ran into every situation, set on destruction.

Fenrir snorted. "I don't have time for this," It took everything I could to keep myself from mocking him, asking what could he possibly have to do. I closed my eyes and took a noticeably deep breath.

"Fine, fine," I started. "We'll meet at Borgin and Burkes at nine o'clock tomorrow night and discuss the plan there," Fenrir simply sneered at me and stomped away.

With a heavy sigh I leaned my back against the nearest wall. I gently touched the scratches on my neck, wondering how we were ever going to do this successfully.

"Dora," A sing-song voice floated down the hall. "You weren't mean to the poor beastie, were you?" Bellatrix pouted at me, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"Not this time," I grumbled, looking in the direction he had gone.

"Oh," She stopped in front of me and surveyed the damage to my neck. "So, a casualty of love then?" She smiled widely and batter her eye lashes teasingly.

"No," I scowled at the thought. "No," This time I sounded even more disgusted.

"I was mean to him earlier. He grabbed me by the neck," I explained.

Bellatrix clicked her tongue and poked at the nearest scratch. "What a shame. I'll bet he's an exciting lover," I scrunched my nose and pushed her hand away.

"I suppose you could have chosen a worse adjective," I was eager to move on from the subject matter.

"Anyway, I'm not sure how this mission is going to go. I'm convinced Fenrir doesn't know how to focus on anything and he's not going to be any help when it comes to getting into the vault," I felt absolutely hopeless.

"Stop sulking," Bellatrix pushed my shoulder playfully before dragging me back to the meeting room. For the remainder of the evening I sat with Bella and my brothers, sharing looks with Narcissa from across the room.