I know he is up to something. I must figure out what his game is.
Belladonna mused to herself as she left the small meeting of Fatali members. As she passed out of the entrance hall, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, masking the impulse to cringe at the sight of her reflection. Bright blue eyes with a vivid light stared back at her under a long and sensuous mane of dark raven's colored hair. She couldn't wait for the moment when she was in the safety of her own well protected home to shed that appearance for the real her, for her shoulder length golden curly hair and green eyes. She would trade her petite stature for her six-foot frame.
Being that breed of woman who cleverly used what abilities and skills that came natural or were inborn to her supreme advantage, Belladonna resolved to use her metamorphagus abilities to better aid the cause against Grindelwald and his followers. After she'd left Hogwarts she'd taken up training to become an Unspeakable, though, while she did that she taught defense classes as a means of garnering income and as a way of relieving tensions. However, not being happy with herself, thinking that she could do more, she decided to use her being a metamorphagi to infiltrate the Fatali and become a member, if only to garner information which she would use to help the Ministry and use to betray Grindelwald's followers in hopes of bringing him down.
Now, as she entered her home, she proceeded into her bedroom, shedding the black Fatali wear she'd draped herself in before she shed her appearance altogether, coming back to herself. Once she had donned her favorite black and red trousers and vest. She didn't even bother pinning her hair back that evening. Belladonna was too deeply immersed in her musings at present for such worries and cares. Narrowing her eyes in thought, she went into her office and began to sort through her gathered information, notes and other correspondence with the other Fatali members and with Aurelius himself.
Aurelius had been in hiding ever since his run in with a trap set by Poppy's friends. Belladonna would have helped in that, but she couldn't have put herself in such association with the group in that situation. Granted Aurelius only knew her as Lena Falhurst, fellow member and somewhat of a confident, but she couldn't risk his even piecing Lena and Belladonna together. Her whole cover would be blown and she'd have no way to maintain that secrecy she kept about her ability.
As it was, he'd been in hiding. He received the news from her or from one of his higher ups mainly through owl post. No one really knew where he was save for her and the higher up. She considered it a credit to her ability to play her role correctly, in developing even the smallest level of rapport with him. As such, she knew that he was quite bent on turning the tables on those who had thwarted his previous attempt. She knew that he wouldn't give up as easily as that. He was surely plotting once more, that was a given, but when and where he would strike, that was the question.
After reading through her correspondences for the eleventh time that night, she sighed and put them back in their hiding space before going up to the draw herself a warm and soothing bath. Perhaps warm water and bubbles would do wonders on her tired mind, she thought to herself as she did just that.
Resting comfortably in her bathtub, with the warm water and bubbles lapping just above her breasts, she leaned her neck against the tub and released a heavy sigh. Staring up at the ceiling above her, she let her thoughts wander. She thought not of Aurelius and her double agent work. No, but she did think on her significant other, muggle-born Daniel Riley.
Bloody hell... you've been gone a week... when are you coming back?
She closed her eyes, picturing his light chestnut color hair and his greenish-gold eyes. She thought of his drawl and his easy smile. How anyone could smile that easy was beyond her, but he'd managed to find her heart even when she thought it had all but disappeared. It was his candid and humorous personality, his way of telling it to you straight, his honesty, his integrity, and ultimately his truly caring humanitarian nature that won her over.
It was also his humanitarian nature that was the reason for his being away that long. He had grown up with a passion for photography, and when the muggle and wizard wars had broken out, he'd taken his passion and turned it into a way to help others. He worked as a photojournalist for a wizarding/muggle magazine whose aim it was to make both communities aware of the dangers and to serve as but one way to better relationships with the communities. He'd landed another assignment to go to France once more and chronicle the struggle of one of the partisan groups there, as well as lend aid, as he was most apt to do.
Danny, just stay safe...
She opened her eyes once more and instantly remembered that he would be coming back within the week, and they were to go to Egypt to check on Poppy. Daniel had truly pleased his boss with the promise of the story on the muggle campaign down in El Alamein should he be given leave to pursue his agenda there. She'd later told Daniel that he'd shamelessly conned his boss.
"I didn't con him, merely presented him with a really fine opportunity should he agree," Daniel had said in reply. "You conned him and you know it," she'd smirked back at him. He'd laughed and wound his arm around her. "Does it really matter?" Daniel had asked her, his lips inches from hers. "No," she told him before leaning in to kiss him softly.
Belladonna let herself remember him and the night before he'd left, savoring the memory of him before leaving the now lukewarm water intent on doing a little more work before she went to bed.
Belladonna mused to herself as she left the small meeting of Fatali members. As she passed out of the entrance hall, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, masking the impulse to cringe at the sight of her reflection. Bright blue eyes with a vivid light stared back at her under a long and sensuous mane of dark raven's colored hair. She couldn't wait for the moment when she was in the safety of her own well protected home to shed that appearance for the real her, for her shoulder length golden curly hair and green eyes. She would trade her petite stature for her six-foot frame.
Being that breed of woman who cleverly used what abilities and skills that came natural or were inborn to her supreme advantage, Belladonna resolved to use her metamorphagus abilities to better aid the cause against Grindelwald and his followers. After she'd left Hogwarts she'd taken up training to become an Unspeakable, though, while she did that she taught defense classes as a means of garnering income and as a way of relieving tensions. However, not being happy with herself, thinking that she could do more, she decided to use her being a metamorphagi to infiltrate the Fatali and become a member, if only to garner information which she would use to help the Ministry and use to betray Grindelwald's followers in hopes of bringing him down.
Now, as she entered her home, she proceeded into her bedroom, shedding the black Fatali wear she'd draped herself in before she shed her appearance altogether, coming back to herself. Once she had donned her favorite black and red trousers and vest. She didn't even bother pinning her hair back that evening. Belladonna was too deeply immersed in her musings at present for such worries and cares. Narrowing her eyes in thought, she went into her office and began to sort through her gathered information, notes and other correspondence with the other Fatali members and with Aurelius himself.
Aurelius had been in hiding ever since his run in with a trap set by Poppy's friends. Belladonna would have helped in that, but she couldn't have put herself in such association with the group in that situation. Granted Aurelius only knew her as Lena Falhurst, fellow member and somewhat of a confident, but she couldn't risk his even piecing Lena and Belladonna together. Her whole cover would be blown and she'd have no way to maintain that secrecy she kept about her ability.
As it was, he'd been in hiding. He received the news from her or from one of his higher ups mainly through owl post. No one really knew where he was save for her and the higher up. She considered it a credit to her ability to play her role correctly, in developing even the smallest level of rapport with him. As such, she knew that he was quite bent on turning the tables on those who had thwarted his previous attempt. She knew that he wouldn't give up as easily as that. He was surely plotting once more, that was a given, but when and where he would strike, that was the question.
After reading through her correspondences for the eleventh time that night, she sighed and put them back in their hiding space before going up to the draw herself a warm and soothing bath. Perhaps warm water and bubbles would do wonders on her tired mind, she thought to herself as she did just that.
Resting comfortably in her bathtub, with the warm water and bubbles lapping just above her breasts, she leaned her neck against the tub and released a heavy sigh. Staring up at the ceiling above her, she let her thoughts wander. She thought not of Aurelius and her double agent work. No, but she did think on her significant other, muggle-born Daniel Riley.
Bloody hell... you've been gone a week... when are you coming back?
She closed her eyes, picturing his light chestnut color hair and his greenish-gold eyes. She thought of his drawl and his easy smile. How anyone could smile that easy was beyond her, but he'd managed to find her heart even when she thought it had all but disappeared. It was his candid and humorous personality, his way of telling it to you straight, his honesty, his integrity, and ultimately his truly caring humanitarian nature that won her over.
It was also his humanitarian nature that was the reason for his being away that long. He had grown up with a passion for photography, and when the muggle and wizard wars had broken out, he'd taken his passion and turned it into a way to help others. He worked as a photojournalist for a wizarding/muggle magazine whose aim it was to make both communities aware of the dangers and to serve as but one way to better relationships with the communities. He'd landed another assignment to go to France once more and chronicle the struggle of one of the partisan groups there, as well as lend aid, as he was most apt to do.
Danny, just stay safe...
She opened her eyes once more and instantly remembered that he would be coming back within the week, and they were to go to Egypt to check on Poppy. Daniel had truly pleased his boss with the promise of the story on the muggle campaign down in El Alamein should he be given leave to pursue his agenda there. She'd later told Daniel that he'd shamelessly conned his boss.
"I didn't con him, merely presented him with a really fine opportunity should he agree," Daniel had said in reply. "You conned him and you know it," she'd smirked back at him. He'd laughed and wound his arm around her. "Does it really matter?" Daniel had asked her, his lips inches from hers. "No," she told him before leaning in to kiss him softly.
Belladonna let herself remember him and the night before he'd left, savoring the memory of him before leaving the now lukewarm water intent on doing a little more work before she went to bed.