They are sitting in a dark back-room of a shabby pub somewhere in Poland. Charlie, Kevin and Pablo, a wizard they hope are on the good side.
"Have you heard of Dumbledore," Kevin ask over her mead.
"Of course I have," Pablo answers.
"Good." She cups her hand around the big glass and looks into the dead eyes. "We're here on his orders." Pablo recoils in his seat and Charlie wonder if he's about to hiss like a cornered cat.
"I haven't done anything."
"I'm not accusing you," she says and leans towards the scarecrow of a man. "We just want to know where you stand."
"Why?" His eyes narrows further.
"Because we can never get too many," Charlie says and shuffles his feet on the dirty floor.
"Too many mudbloods?" Pablo say and spits on the table.
"So you are a pureblood?" She asks.
"Yeah, thank God."
"Still you swear to the Lord?" She cocks an eyebrow to him.
"While the Good Lord is busy I trust the Dark Lord to clean the earth," Pablo say as Kevin get to her feet and cracks her knuckles.
"Nice meeting you," she tells him before flinging herself over him, making the chair topple over. Charlie watch in surprise as she dig her fangs into the man's neck and drinks. The sweet blood spills into her mouth and his shouts is muffled in her hand. She is greedy in her feeding and the body is as good as dry when she sits up. "Gimme that knife." Charlie hands her the butcher's knife and looks away as she chops off the head.
"Why?" Charlie ask at last when she stands up, her clothes bloody and hair ruffled.
"Order-business was always messy. Come." She steps over to the window and open it, climbing out easily and grab one of the brooms leaning against the wall. He follows and their eyes lock for a long time.
"Are you okay?" He ask.
"Yeah," she lies. She had just murdered a man and his blood now ran through her body. Charlie can see she isn't truthful and take her into a soft hug.
"It's okay, you prevented him from becoming a real Death Eater," he murmurs down in her hair. She cries, it isn't okay, she had killed for her own feeding, that he was loyal to Voldemort was just the last tip of the scale to make her attack.
"Don't tell Dumbledore," she whispers into his chest.
"I won't, it'll be our secret," he says and feel a warmth in the pit of his stomach as he kiss the top of her head.