d a n g e r (Isabelle/Death Eaters/open)

[gaspevil]

"What do you want from me?" Claire asked, voice shaking, not lowering her wand, but not attacking either. Truth be told, she did not have much information, but she knew why they were coming after her, to freak out the minister. Basically all she did was run and fetch his lunch, or his coffee, or remind him of appointments, just his lackey.

[broadway]

"First, because you are the closest to the Minister. Second, because you might have some idea of his schedule. And three? Well, because you aren't on our side. Chaos is key Miss Mitchell." Raychel replied, surprising herself with the boldness of the statement. She noticed Dawlish drooling behind her and could smell his heart race. "Keep it in your pants Dawlish." she growled. Fairweather snickered, and the scent of Dawlish's blush reached her. Her eyes momentarily flashed a hungry black before she had her wand tucked into her robes. She took a step towards Claire. "So, tell me. What is it you know?"

[gaspevil]

Claire was trembling from freight, her pulse racing, but her wand was held steadily. "The minister gets in at five thirty, he sends me for coffee shortly thereafter. What he does throughout the day varies depending on workload; but he always leaves at eleven fifteen for lunch." Claire said, voice steady, but she was physically unstable. "He gets back from lunch anywhere from noon to two in the afternoon, it depends on if he has a lunch meeting or not."

[broadway]

Raychel breathed in deeply at smelling Claire's blood. She smiled gently, taking a step forward. She looked behind her quickly at Fairweather and winked. He grinned back then advanced a step as well. She turned back towards Claire. "Continue. Please." she replied gesturing for her to continue with a nod of her head. In her mind, she was planning a manuver in order to get her into the shadows. Her element would take over from there.

[gaspevil]

Claire instinctively took a step back when the Death Eaters all advanced forward a step, she knew it would only take a minute or two of this for her to run out of room to keep backing up, at which point she would create a distraction and apparate. Hopefully it would work. "He sends me for coffee again mid-afternoon, usually around four or five. I go out to pick up supper for him around six-thirty, unless he has a dinner meeting. He leaves for home nine-thirty most nights; around eleven if he's working late." said Claire.

[broadway]

Raychel nodded. Suddenly, she lunged towards the girl, snarling. She tackled her into the corner and threw her wand behind her, in which Reeve caught. She held Claire by her throat and smiled gently. "Thank you for you hospitality Miss." she replied, her voice a growl. "We appriciate it. Now, if there is anything else, please share."

[gaspevil]

Claire screamed loudly when she was suddenly tackled and disarmed. The sheer speed at which the unmasked girl moved... It was inhuman. "I don't get to read any of the documents!" Claire practically yelled, voice trembling with tears of fright. "All his ap-p-pointments for the next th-three months are in the black n-notebook!" The tears began to stream forward.

[broadway]

"Wonderful, thank you." Raychel replied, standing. She began to take her wand out before pausing and turning towards Fairweather. "Shall we kill her now... Or..." she smiled slyly and Fairweather returned it with an evil grin. Within an instant, Raychel had her wand at Claire's throat. "Anything else?" she asked softly, her evil smile turning warm. A long pause echoed through the room, and Raychel frowned. "Too long. Sectumsempra." she hissed. Instantly, three deep gashes appeared on Claire's stomach. Raychel licked her lips as the blood spurted out. "I said, anything else?"

[gaspevil]

Claire could only gasp in pain as the blood spurted forward from her wounds at an alarmingly fast rate, pooling on the floor around her. She trembled, only slightly aware of the dull pain in her knees from collapsing on the floor in shock. The tears didn't stop, Claire knew that she was going to die, she had never been so frightened in her life... She could think only of her son, Kyler. He thankfully was at her mother's, he wouldn't die. "I'm s-so sorry baby," Claire said in an inaudible whisper and closed her eyes, waiting for death.

[broadway]

It didn't take a genius to realize who Claire was addressing. Raychel stood up and looked away, feeling queasy. She looked up at Fairweather, who eyed her curiously. Then, with a shrug, he produced his wand. Raychel closed her eyes tightly as Fairweather shouted "Avada Kedavra." Raychel could smell Dawlish's pulse race long before she realized what he was doing. Before she had the time to think, she landed a sharp kick at his stomach. He grunted in pain and looked up at her angrily as he fell to the ground. "You are lucky I didn't do anything worse. Reeve..." she looked over to Reeve and he nodded his head. With a quick motion he had Dawlish on his feet. "I'll be back in a moment." Raychel stated quietly to Fairweather. With a faint pop, he apparated, along with the other two. She finally gathered the courage to look at Claire. "I'm so sorry." she whispered before she Apparated.

[gaspevil]

In the meantime, Isabelle had sent off the others to do a, what she called, "free-for-all" night; where they could go recruiting, threatening, torturing, muggle killing, et cetera. She tapped her foot impatiently, surely the task she had assigned her small group shouldn't take this long. She probably should have gone herself... When Raychel appeared before her, without the others, Isabelle had to raise her eyebrows. "Be still," said Isabelle, and then used nonverbal legilimency to observe how the group had performed. She smiled once she had finished, the job was done. "What of the notebook? I require its uses." Isabelle finally said.

[broadway]

Raychel tensed as Isabelle sifted through her thoughts, relaxing when she was through. Raychel swore under her breath. "I... I didn't have the time to search. I'll go back." Without another word, she Apparated back to the house. Within minutes of sifting through Claire's bag, she found the notebook. She Apparated back and handed the book to Isabelle. "There. Anything else m'Lady?" she asked quietly.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle began slowly turning through the pages of the notebook, this was going to be invaluable to their plot. Eventually, she would go after the minister, sometime within the next three months. Yes, it would be wondrous. After a moment, she looked up from the neat handwriting of the now deceased Claire Mitchell at her servant. "Are you up for another mission this evening?" Isabelle asked.

[broadway]

Raychel watched her master ruffle through the notebook, hiding her look of pure horror as the realization of what she had just done hit her. She had witnessed a murder, had taken part of an interrogation. Raychel bit her lip and met Isabelle's gaze steadily. As much as she wanted to decline, she knew she couldn't. Raychel nodded slowly. "Yes." she replied, her voice deflated, defeated. She held her master's gaze reluctantly, wondering what it was that she could possibly want from her at this point.

[gaspevil]

"Good, tonight we are going to call upon someone whom I think may be willing to help us," said Isabelle, and then held out her arm. "Hold on, my apparation is very quiet; no need to draw too much attention to ourselves." Isabelle watched her servant unblinkingly, awaiting her to take her arm so they would be able to apparate together to their destination.