Post by Antonella L. Xin on Feb 3, 2017 21:24:00 GMT -5
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There would always be Dark Wizards.
As much as Antonella knew the world like to pretend that Darkness vanished when light prevailed, she knew facts told a different story. Ever since she had joined the Ministry following graduation from the Beauregard Academy, there had been talk of darkness hiding amongst the shadows.
For as long as there were dark wizards, there would need to be Aurors. She had learned that a long time ago. Ever since she was in school, Ant knew exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be the defender of the truth, the deliverer of justice, and a downright badass.
Rigorous training had nearly broken her — she had been the only Auror-in-Training of her class to actually make it through. In many ways, she attributed her success to sheer will power — and the fact that she was reluctant to rely on anyone but herself. Self-reliance had always had a certain way of pushing her to her extremes. There were days when she was brought back to those moments. She thought of the recon mission she had been sent on in Moscow with the Russian Ministry Aurors. The heist that had left her in the cold for months as they staked out the small clan of British wizards insistent on playing with necromancy. It had been at moments like those when she had felt most alive.
And then there were moments such as these when she felt like her job was slowly bleeding her dry. Boredom had overcome her a few hours ago and now her emotional state had settled somewhere between numbing discontent and distaste for her supervisors. Tonight, instead of using her skills in the field, she was playing watch dog at the Ministry, ensuring that no one passed through the door next to her. The patient inside was a valuable asset who had somehow managed to make enemies of every dark wizard North of the Thames. Her job? To protect him.
Ant pulled her black combat boot up the wall, sipping at the coffee in her hands as her eyes followed every person they could find. Over-glorified babysitting. That’s what this really was. She stood with her back pressed up against the corridor at St. Mungo’s, watching with intrigue as Healers moved patients back and forth through the wing. No one had even tried to come near this door. In fact, after she had shot a dangerous look at the Healer-on-call who had even looked at it, she was pretty sure that no one dared come near her ‘territory.’
Her mind was elsewhere, shifting between what was on her personal to-do list (watching her brother’s next Quidditch match, grabbing a pint at the local bar, how many shots she would need to feel a buzz tonight, etc.) and her Ministry to-do’s (filling out the paperwork for this damn child’s play mission). The tips of her hair turned a bright shade of green as she tried to focus her energy. There was something calming about changing her appearance, even if it was a simplistic change like her hair. “Christ,” She muttered as she took a sip of her coffee. It could have used a sugar, but she took this ‘no moving’ mandate very seriously. Dark eyes watched as another visitor walked through the corridor. Always vigilant, She thought, eyeing them with intrigue. They disappeared around the corner and in that moment, Ant realized that there was someone standing next to her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she turned slightly. “Something I can help you with?”
As much as Antonella knew the world like to pretend that Darkness vanished when light prevailed, she knew facts told a different story. Ever since she had joined the Ministry following graduation from the Beauregard Academy, there had been talk of darkness hiding amongst the shadows.
For as long as there were dark wizards, there would need to be Aurors. She had learned that a long time ago. Ever since she was in school, Ant knew exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be the defender of the truth, the deliverer of justice, and a downright badass.
Rigorous training had nearly broken her — she had been the only Auror-in-Training of her class to actually make it through. In many ways, she attributed her success to sheer will power — and the fact that she was reluctant to rely on anyone but herself. Self-reliance had always had a certain way of pushing her to her extremes. There were days when she was brought back to those moments. She thought of the recon mission she had been sent on in Moscow with the Russian Ministry Aurors. The heist that had left her in the cold for months as they staked out the small clan of British wizards insistent on playing with necromancy. It had been at moments like those when she had felt most alive.
And then there were moments such as these when she felt like her job was slowly bleeding her dry. Boredom had overcome her a few hours ago and now her emotional state had settled somewhere between numbing discontent and distaste for her supervisors. Tonight, instead of using her skills in the field, she was playing watch dog at the Ministry, ensuring that no one passed through the door next to her. The patient inside was a valuable asset who had somehow managed to make enemies of every dark wizard North of the Thames. Her job? To protect him.
Ant pulled her black combat boot up the wall, sipping at the coffee in her hands as her eyes followed every person they could find. Over-glorified babysitting. That’s what this really was. She stood with her back pressed up against the corridor at St. Mungo’s, watching with intrigue as Healers moved patients back and forth through the wing. No one had even tried to come near this door. In fact, after she had shot a dangerous look at the Healer-on-call who had even looked at it, she was pretty sure that no one dared come near her ‘territory.’
Her mind was elsewhere, shifting between what was on her personal to-do list (watching her brother’s next Quidditch match, grabbing a pint at the local bar, how many shots she would need to feel a buzz tonight, etc.) and her Ministry to-do’s (filling out the paperwork for this damn child’s play mission). The tips of her hair turned a bright shade of green as she tried to focus her energy. There was something calming about changing her appearance, even if it was a simplistic change like her hair. “Christ,” She muttered as she took a sip of her coffee. It could have used a sugar, but she took this ‘no moving’ mandate very seriously. Dark eyes watched as another visitor walked through the corridor. Always vigilant, She thought, eyeing them with intrigue. They disappeared around the corner and in that moment, Ant realized that there was someone standing next to her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she turned slightly. “Something I can help you with?”
