"Well, hmphf, it's kind of funny but I honestly don't have a single question to ask you!" he chuckled, his dark messy hair covering the humor alit in his dark green eyes," You really stated how overly qualified for this job in your resume. A top graduate from one of America's most finest Wizarding Academies, you've done missionary work all over the world. I'm surprised you even want to take on a job like this!"
He glanced at the woman across from him; she was obviously very beautiful with creamy white skin and luxuriant coal black hair. She could've been very attractive if it wasn't for the ice cold stare in her sky blue eyes.
"Yes, well I felt this job will help," she paused for a moment, trying to find the right words, "will help, tone down my lifestyle. I want to do something more simple."
"I see," he mumbled scratching his goatee, "Well if you don't mind. You can start work right now, you don't have too but if you want. You can set up your office in the empty one down the hall."
"Wow," she exclaimed, "I'm surprised you hired me so quick but I promise not to fail you!"
He laughed again, "I have no fears in that, uh, what's your name again?"
"Cassandra Lahrin. But most people call me Cassy," she said smiling.
"Well Cassy, welcome to the team!" smiled Harry as he handed Cassy her card, "I'll ask Hermione to give you a tour of the office and we'll go from there."
"I'm sure you must hate hearing this but it's an honor to meet you. You know you saving the world and all," she said smiling.
He blushed, of course he was used to these types of comments, her smile was just intoxicating, Maybe I was wrong about her… he wondered to himself.
Cassy smiled, but her smile did not reflect her thoughts, There is no way that I can get to him here. It's too well guarded but then this is only my first time. Hopefully I won't have to end up doing what I…oh crap! Look at the time. I better run.
"Sir, if you don't mind. I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch. Can I come back after for that tour? Would that be okay?" Cassy asked tentatively.
"Yeah," shrugged Harry, "Sure why not. Take your time. It gets slow around here anyways."
"Thank you so much," she smiled, "for everything."
Harry watched her
leave the office, as he stood he didn't notice Hermione coming up
beside him.
"Who was that?" she asked, turning to meet his
gaze. Over the years Hermione had changed, her once incredibly bushy
brown hair became sleek and wavy. She also worked out a lot now and
achieved an amazing body. She was definitely a beauty.
"Our new Department of Defense and Aurora Team Secretary," replied Harry gruffly.
"You found someone fast," replied Mione raising her eye-brow, "Are you sure you didn't make the same mistake you made last time and implicated her for her looks?"
"NO!" snapped Harry, "And that was ONE time! Besides Margaret was cute. You have to admit that."
"No I won't admit because I'm not a man Harry! And 'Margie' was a nuisance," snapped Hermione, "This girl seems no better."
"You want to know, why I hired her look at her resume," replied Harry slapping a package of papers in her hand and her turned off and went into his office.
At the Leaky Cauldron
Black Widow sat in the back of the inn lifting her dark green hood over her head. She was supposed to meet her employer nearly ten minutes ago, he was late this time.
"Move," snapped a voice from behind her. She jumped startled, turning she saw her employer, Dragon, standing behind her chair. She stood up and moved to the next seat.
"You're late master Dragon," she said curtly, sipping her chamomile tea.
He snorted and turned his attention to the room around them, he finally spoke, knowing that it was all clear, "Did you get the job?"
"Easily," she replied sounding bored.
"Good," he said, drumming his fingers against the table.
She cocked her head to one side, watching his silver eyes through the hood, "Who…"
"Who what!" he snapped, glaring her coldly.
"Who are you?" she asked flatly.
"Your employer," he smiled smugly.
"That I know sir," she replied angrily, clearly annoyed at his remark, "But who are you really. Whose the, man behind the mask?"
"There is no mask, this is the man. Your employer. Will you please stop asking me silly questions!" he retorted, now he was clearly annoyed.
"Then why are you here, if you don't want to be the target of silly questions," she smiled teasingly, her tantalizing smile.
"I was just leaving but before I go, here," he said, throwing down a card, "If you wish to speak to me contact me via floo powder using this address." Then with a sudden CRACK he disapparated.
"Well, well, master Dragon, I think you already answered my question," she said flicking the card with her thumb.
Written on the card, was a pair of initials marked in silver ink, D.M.
