| Emma sat in a plush chair facing the fire and watched as the large clock in the common room chimed. It was midnight. She pulled impatiently at her black dress and crossed her legs. "He's late." she thought, looking into the red-hot fire, and tapping her high-heels on the floor. "He knows that I don't have time to meet with him tonight, I have already emphasized that. And yet he has the balls to not even be on-time?" she thought, her annoyance consuming her. She sat quietly in the deserted common room for a couple more minutes, glancing back at the clock every so often. Finally, when she was fed up with waiting, she stood up and headed towards the stairs leading down to the girls dormitories.As soon as she hit the third step down the fire roar behind her, and she knew he had finally come for her. "Emma" said the hiss of a high voice, and she ascended the stairs, walking cautiously towards the now green fire. "You're late." she pointed out. "I told you I didn't have time to do this tonight, but I came to meet you anyways, and you're late." she sneered towards the face that hovered above the flames. "Yes," he nodded. "I have things to take care of, I'm a busy man, now the longer you try to fight with me the longer this will take." he warned, sounding eerily like her father. "Okay, so what's the deal?" she asked childishly, depositiing herself back into the armchair near the fire. "I can't discuss matters such as these with you here, you silly girl." he hissed. "Step into the fire." She shook her head, frustrated, but took stepped into the fire and let the familiar sensation of floo travel consume over her. Once the sensation had ceased, she found herself in a large room that she would have guessed was a study. The walls were lined with bookcases and the floor was covered in a large plush rug. The whole room was being lit by the fire she had just emerged from, and the flames danced on each wall. She walked forward towards a large lounge chair, and took a seat in it, glancing towards the other armchair next to it. "So." she said lamely. "What is this matter you have brought me to discuss?" she asked, tapping her fingers on the arms of the chair and reached towards the side-table to pour herself a glass of liquor. "Its the same matter I discussed with you in the dungeons." he hissed in his high cold voice, turning his head to look her in the eyes for the first time. "While there are numerous students at hogwarts who are close to the order there is one who is especially important to their cause. I need you to get close to him." he said, pausing for what emma was sure was dramatic effect. She took a gulp from her glass and looked at him. "Well." she said running her finger over the edge of the glass. "Who is it then?" He looked at her and thinned his eyes. "I need you to take this seriously, emma." he said in a threatening tone. "This boy has access to some of the order's most secret plans, and no doubt, its going to be difficult for you to get close enough to get information out of him." She shook her head, frustrated. "Yeah," she nodded. "So who is it?" she asked, preparing herself for the worst. "what if its potter?" she thought to herself. "or weasley." she said, contorting her face to show her disgust. She brought herself back to the present, and shook her glass, letting the ice cubs shift within the glass. "Finnigan." The man hissed from his seat across from her. "Seamus Finnigan." he repeated in his high, cool voice. Emma looked up, disbelief flashing across her face as she met the Dark Lords eyes. "So, you know him? " He sneered, reading her pale face like a book. "I hope that just means that he will be easier to manipulate." Voldemort said, and emma responded with a simple nod, taking a large swig from her drink and finishing off the glass. "Now, you are dismissed, but remember: this is not an assignment to take your time on, start right away." he said, his threatening red eyes meeting her brown ones. Emma slowly pushed herself off of the chair and set her glass down, walking distractedly towards the fire. She turned back to face the dark lord a second before she hit the fire. "I can't try to become closer to someone who is in the hopsital wing all the time." she said smartly as she let one foot hit the roaring green flames. "So keep your hands off of him." she warned, her eyes thinning as she let the flames engulf her body. As she walked back to her room, she was overcome with a flood of emotions. She was thankful that her job would be easier since she was already close to Seamus, but at the same time the thought of using him was slowly driving her into the ground. "On the bright-side, she thought as she lied in bed early in the morning, she had guaranteed him protection of the physical variety. |
