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[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Magdalene Brightman sighed as she stepped out of the shop, looking around Knockturn Alley. Bags of various things were around her arms, causing the black sleeves of the top she wore to come to her elbow's length, revealing the Dark Mark. Crap... she thought, rolling her pale blue eyes. She clicked them together and sighed. Setting the bags down on the dark cobblestone road, she fixed her sleeves instantly. Having an idea, she pulled out her wand and sent the bags away to her apartment. There, free arms for more shopping, Merlin knew she needed it, and not just for herself.

Walking along, she came to the dark square. Not many people were out and about today, but then she saw some Reapers. Reapers were the Dark Wizards or cruel Muggles, trying to pawn off organs for service to the Dark Lord or for money. She scowled and had half a mind to destroy every single one of them, but she couldn't. They were her fellows and if someone got wind of that she was picking off Death Eaters when she was one herself--though not intentionally--well, she would be in big trouble.

Not as much trouble as she would be if she revoked her contract though. But enough about that. Mag wanted to do some more shopping. For clothes preferably. She need some new outfits for her shows, some of the ones she had, stylish and sexy though they were, needed some 'more' to it. She looked through all the windows that she possibly could have, and finally found it. The perfect dress. She used to have one like it back at her house, but after her parents died, everything she had at that house was gone.

The dress was gorgeous and the replacement eyes looked down into the coin purse, holding her money. Would she have enough? She did get paid slightly for her services, but it was mostly her contract. But every thought went away when she looked back up at the gorgeous piece of clothing. She could on;y imagine what she would look like in it (Click. Again, she would be the star of the show, as she always was in the past.

[jack]

Jack was walking back towards Knocturn Alley after having a few drinks. Some would say that he was a man with a problem. They'd say that he was always so down on life that he always had to get messed up. He would tell you that reality is so depressing that he has to alter his perception of it just to have a good laugh. He wasn't drunk he was mearly buzzing. He didn't care to get trashed he just liked to alter his state of mind a little bit.

He came to a square full of reapers. These were not people he liked dealing with at all. He would have killed every single one of them, but then his mother wouldn't have been to happy with him. So he looked for one in muggle cloathing. He withdrew his wand, and pointed it at the man. "Avada Kedavra." There was a green flash, and the man fell dead. Someone in the square screamed, and then everyone was running around in a panic. He rolled his eyes. How pathetic people were in these times was just an annoyance to him.

He walked through the square with people running out of it. Soon the square would be empty except for the body. For some reason he doubted that any one at the ministry would risk entering Knocturn Alley with how bad things had become, but should there be some brave enough he would be ready for them. He enjoyed a good duel though he rarely came accross one. He was nearing the end of the square as he pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. He lit it with the end of his wand.

Now walking down Knocturn alley he noticed a beautiful woman standing in front of a store. He noticed her look into her coin purse, and he smirked. He wondered whether she was just a goody goody braving the alley with dark strangers, or if she was the kind of person that should be found in Knocturn Alley. He walked over and stood next to her, and saw what she was looking at. "You know that dress would look great on you. You should take it. Paying is for those to weak to take what they want."

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Mag clicked her eyes twice, the sound of them seemed to be louder than usual, but no one seemed to care. Everytime it happened, it reminded her of a doll's eyes when they opened and shut like that. Mag refused to call it blinking anymore. Well, that's what happened when you had Muggle technology stuck inside your head for the past three years.

A Green flash suddenly happened and though Mag didn't look back, she knew who, rather than what, had been killed. She didn't mind, instead she smirked. They were better off like that rather than alive. However, that was how the Death Eaters got half their recruits. Organ faillure was becoming something of an epidemic. There were still the Muggles that did it, but for wizards who probably coudn't qualify on their own with such sickness, the magical Reapers were the way to go.

Out of her wide peripheral vision, Magdalene noticed someone walk up and stand next to her. He was handsome, holding and smoking a lit cigarette as well. He did seem a bit familiar, maybe she had seen him at one of the shows? She couldn't place him though, there had been so many, and so many people came to them. She rolled her eyes, but put on a pretty smile. "Thanks, but I'm not in the mood for any of that," she said, bringing the rather freakish-looking replacement eyes too look straight at him.

She took a strand of her long dark hair and twirled it around her finger, glancing at the dead man, then back to the one before her. "You know that they are the source of half of the Death Eaters," she said. She seemed to know what he was, just by those eyes of her, after all her eyes could do more than see.

[jack]

Jack grinned at the girl she was more than beautiful she was gorgeous. He could sense his fathers mark on her arm. He put his hand on her left shoulder which would cause her mark to burn sensing it's masters blood so close to it. "Oh I know very well who they are, and I also know that I have nothing to worry about. Plus a true death eater would find a better way to gain funds like me. I was born with out a penny to my name, and now I have a good bit of money. Never once did i reduce myself to something as degrading as that."

Jack turned his eyes again to the dress in the window, and he decided to have some fun of his own. "Now I will do this for you only this once after today you will have to take care of things yourself." He walked over to the door of the shop, and he pointed his wand at the shop keeper "Imperio." He said and he walked back out of the shop to the girl. "It really is quite easy to get what ever it is you want as long as you're willing to do whatever it takes to get it." He spoke as the shopkeeper was in the window taking the dress off the manichan.

Jack looked to where the mans dead body lay. Now there were a couple of deatheaters standing over the body staring right at him. Again he waved his wand "Imperio." The two men began dueling each other. Surely now if the ministry were to come they would think that one of the two had killed the other man which suited him just fine. He wasn't looking to be the papers star attraction just yet. He preffered to remain hidden though it seemed that people were dropping like flies all around him.

The shop owner came out with a box that contained the dress that was inside. She then turned and walked back into the shop. "You can also make people do things for you." He said with a smirk. He took a drag of his cigarette, and tossed the butt out into the street. "So what are the chances of me taking you out to eat. It'll be my treat." He said while grinning.

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Mag rather flinched as he approached to touch her. She wasn't used to that kind of motion, just getting slapped. When he touched her shoulder however, her eyes instantly widened in horror and agonizing pain. Her arm felt as though it were on fire, and looked down to it and then back up to him. "You're…" she said breathlessly, unable to finish her sentence. It had to be impossible. She had heard that the former Dark Lord never had any children. So why did her mark burn as though it were Lord Voldemort touching it? She stepped back out of his reach and held it. If her eyes could cry they would. She looked back up at him. "Well, people have their ways of making a living…" Mag had hers, and it was their fault. "It's their choice." and Mag most certainly had that choice, and she made it. However, she hated herself for every minute of it though.

But as he turned his attention back to the window, she did as well. Take care of things herself…? She wasn't the one to bring harm to people. She was a girl bound to the evil community, considered a Death eater, but not fully one of them. Mag then realized that he was walking away and into the shop. She was frightened and puzzled of what he was going to do, but just stared at the door, waiting for any noise of disturbance to be made. But there was none, he had come out of the shop moments later, calm. Again, her attention turned back to the window, and then she was surprised. The shopwitch was in there, taking the dress off the dummy and taking away. No… he didn't, did he? she wondered instantly. She remained silent as he spoke, though trying to see what the witch was doing inside. He did.

She didn't know what to say when she looked up, but she noticed again that his attention was diverted. When she looked over to where he was looking, she noticed now the two men dueling. He had made it happen. She was shocked once more. But she realized who she was dealing with here. She wanted to beg for him to stop it all, but she had the feeling that he wouldn't listen to her. A simple slave to a powerful being.

As the witch came out, Mag clicked her eyes, and gave the slightest of all smiles when she saw the box. She took it from her and stroked the top of it gently, as though it were some newborn pet. A beautiful thing for her collection. She was speechless still; though the words of thank-you were in her mouth, they wouldn't come out. Instead there were other words that did. "Usually, people are the ones that make me do everything." And that was the truth. According to her contract, Magdalene Brightman was to sing for the community of rich and powerful Dark Witches and Wizards--become the 'Voice of a New Generation'; spokesperson of the new era--along with doing other things that her 'master' had in mind.

Once more, her eyes widened in shock. Was he really asking her this? People who didn't know what had happened to her generally labeled her a freak and wouldn't speak to her. However, she found that as she became more well-known to the Wizarding public (as well as the muggle Reapers and their clients), people had started to like her. "Are you sure you're talking to me…?" she asked quietly and nervously.

[jack]

Jack smiled at the girl all along unsure of why she was so self conscious. He heard the click her eyes made when she blinked, and he understood her fear, but this did not make him change his mind. It mearly fascinated him. He looked her up, and down. She was as gorgeous as anyone he had ever met. He glanced at the men in the square who were duling more fiercely, and they had drawn a croud. This was what he had been waiting for. With two quick flicks of his wand the men fell over stupified.

He then turned his attention back to the girl in front of him. "You should not let people tell you what to do. Have confidence in yourself. Confidence is the single most appealing, and intimidating trait any one can have. Listen to me, and you'll never go wrong. Stick with me, and I will make sure no one ever tells you what to do again." For some reason he kept smiling at this girl.

Yes he was attracted to her, but for it to be any more than that was unthinkable. He never had positive feelings for anyone other than respect. Surely he was imagining things. Even though this girl made him feel a bit weird he was not going to give up on getting her to go out with him. He was a man who took risks it was who he was, and what he did. Also he would like to have someone else around for a change. Maybe she could even help him.

"I am absolutely positive that I am talking to you." He grinned. He took her right hand in his using a slower motion having noticed her twitch at his first move to touch her shoulder. He also went for her right hand to avoid making her mark burn again. He knew very well what happened, and he was quite sure that she had figured out why it had happened. "Now come on we can go down to the green dragon pub. They make a pretty good burger, and I'm quite partial to my burgers."

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

She gulped and looked away ever so slightly and nervously. She rarely had guys like this treat her with some form of respect. Well, they partially did, but that was because she was a performer. It felt nice though, and she wondered that maybe a few years down the road, it would happen with everyone. Magdalene sighed as she looked back up into his face. But again, he was more preoccupied with the dueling wizards. They were heated and attracted a great crowd. Out of her peripheral eyesight, she saw him smirk and wave his wand. The two crumpled to floor. Instantly as she thought they were dead, but as she zoomed her eyes, she saw they were still breathing.

And then he was back on her. She looked away from him as he told her what to do, how to be a more assertive person. That was just it. She was assertive, she was confident--how did anyone think that she got up on stage a few nights a week to sing in a specially made opera for her? "I am all of those things… I take orders, and I perform in the Opera because I have to, because it's stated in my contract…" she said, a little more firmly, showing everything she had just said was true. If she defaulted or refused or even quit, her eyes were to be repossessed by the Reaper Repossession Team, and she would probably be killed. "It doesn't matter who you are, I made a deal and I'll stick to it until I am ready for everything to end."

She did seem a bit worried when she thought about it. Going back to being blind, or possibly having her life ended because of it. She held the box tightly to her, as though it were going to be taken away. Mag didn't want that, she just wanted everything to stay like it did. She did feel a little something towards him though, a thanks and cherish for him. He gave her the dress, even if it was illegally, but still given to her nonetheless. Her eyes clicked again and she wondered if she should show him what they could really do. Not yet. Anyone who knew about Mag's eyes were a little bit frightened and surprised by them, especially how they looked.

Pink colored the pale cheeks of her face as he slowly took her hand. Strange, there was a small flutter in her stomach. But she followed him nonetheless. She had heard of a burger before. Muggle food. She had never tasted one. It was in the middle of this thought that she hadn't introduced herself to him. "Oh, I'm Magdalene, Magdalene Brightman…" she said. "But, call me Mag," she added hastily. when she was first given this nickname, by her lords, she despised it, but over the three years in service, she had became accustomed to it, and hardly let people call her by her true name.

[jack]

Jack smiled at her again. "Look contract or no it does not matter. Your contract could be with the dark lord himself, and I could still get you out of it. Trust me I have friends in high places. Also I could use your assistance with something a bit more important than whatever it is they want you to do now." He lifted her hand into the air, and kissed it gently. "Just think about it." He noticed her glance back at the reapers. "Don't worry about them I already told you. I can kill them, and I will have nothing to worry about."

He walked with her scanning the area more out of habit than actually thinking that there may be a problem. He wondered what her contract could entail, and who it was that held it. To add to it how he would get his hands on the contract. Would he have to kill some one? Would he have to buy it? Or would he simply have to request it? These were things he could only know once he knew who held it. He hoped that his mother would have it because that would make things so much easier.

"Remember when you make a deal the details of the deal can change." He smirked. "Magdalene I like it. Normaly I would tell you that my name is Jack Lestrange, but I have a feeling that my secret is safe with you. I am Jack Anthony Riddle. The secret son of the dark lord." They reached the pub. He held the door open for her to enter. "Ladies first."

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Mag smiled, and actually never thought that in a million years she would ever say this. "Look. You're kind for saying that, but even if I do regret it, I do love my job. As tiring as it may be at times, I get to do what I love and that is singing." She didn't really mention the part where she would become a national star and spokes person, because she didn't actually know if that would ever happen. After all, the former Dark Lord fell by Harry Potter's own hand, who was to say that it wouldn't happen again. Mag couldn't see the future, but she did see the world. Even if it wasn't pretty; Even if it was a hellhole for now; it couldn't have gotten worse. "And I'm not worried. I do despise them, but they gave me what I cherish most in this entire world." But they also made me despise myself… The only reason she despised herself was because of who's eyes they were, and how she was treated as a commodity instead of a person.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and she thought about what she said before. No, he couldn't be thinking about finding it. "My contract is hidden… All of them are, and it is magically binding almost like the Unbreakable Vow. It cannot be changed unless I default on the entire agreement. Then everything will be taken from me." She smiled a bit, she didn't know why, but she did. "Please don't worry about me, it's been like this for three years. Bondage and servitude. I've grown accustomed to it. Besides when I sing, among other things. I have complete time to myself. I do whatever I want, whenever I want, unless my schedule is set." She was slightly stretching the truth a bit here; yes, she had grown accustomed, but it didn't mean that she did like it. Maybe if she was treated more as a person, it would've helped.

She nodded in agreement. "Yes. They can be changed, but in this situation, not by the person; only by the company…" she was speaking as though the Reapers had become some sort of corporation now. And in general, they might as well be. The Muggles were gaining profit from everything, and the Wizards were gaining that as well as servitude. They had their own security--for the higher levels of them, as well as their own team of 'soldiers', sent to reclaim if anyone were to default. There were those, like Mag who gave no money, but something else--like a skill in return. If they were to quit--quit, retire, run away, etc-- their jobs, the organs would be repossessed, and their life would also be ended. "Forget about me and my deal. I made the choice, I will live with what I've done," she finally added, a pleading note in her tone

She paused only slightly as she heard the name. "Lestrange? You're Madame Lestrange's son?" So that's how he came to be. There was a rumor from long ago in the shadows that the affair had went on, but no one really believed it. The Dark Lord couldn't love at all, but that didn't mean that he could reproduce. "Jack," she repeated softly, eyes clicking slowly. Based on the previous conversation, she was actually quite surprised that he hadn't asked what organ she had exchanged herself for, but by now it should be obvious--just by the sound her eyes made, what they looked like, and what they could do…

He opened the door and she nodded her thanks and entered the rather dark pub. Making a small movement with her eyelids, the replacements seemed to glow slightly, lighting the place up.

[jack]

Jack followed her into the pub, and steared her to a booth hidden in the corner away from everyone so that they would not be heard. He couldn't help, but to look at her because of her beauty. "Yes my mother is Bellatrix Lestrange, and that is no secret. I was born in Azkaban several months after she was imprisoned, and then I was sent to an orphanage in america." He took her hands in his and he gazed into her eyes which he found to be beautiful. He wanted her to be the one to help him he didn't want any other. Though he could not think about how to get her to agree.

He was quite sure that he could get his hands on the contract. Then again he was accustomed to getting everything that he wanted. He was not afraid of any one especially not the reapers. He was also quite sure that his mother could force them into relinquishing their contract. He turned as the waitress walked up, and flashed them a smile. Jack didn't give her a chance to speak though. "Hello Pauline. Let us get two cheese burgers, and a bottle of your finest fire whiskey." She nodded, and hurried off. The girl obviously knew that Jack did not want people over hearing him.

"If you don't want me to do anything about your contract I will respect your wishes though I am sure I could buy it from them. I can give them well more money than they could get from any three persons. I still want your help though. You can see that I mean you no harm. I also need help, and I would preffer you to be the one to help me. I would not let it get in the way of the things you have to do for your contract. All it really entails is babysitting, and teaching the kid some dark magic." He smirked expecting her to find this very confusing.

He then scanned the area quickly to be absolutely positive that there was no one within earshot. "I need your help to gain vengence for my fathers death. I have a plan to take Potters daughter as my hostage. Now I plan to use her to bring him into a trap so that I can kill him, but in case I fail to kill him I have a back up plan. I will turn his daughter to our side teach her the darkest magic I know, and then let her kill people for me. So then he will suffer in knowing that his daughter has succumbed to the dark arts, and it will tear him apart."

He smiled at her yet again. His impulses were high, and this was something he found unsettling. Maybe he was actually starting to like this girl. Maybe he wasn't like his father in that aspect any more. He knew he had been just like his father growing up, but now that he was getting older he was becoming more and more like his mother. Something he would never admit to. He finaly decided to give up on trying to avoid his feelings. He used his grip on her hands to pull her forward, and kissed her softly.

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Magdalene sat in the booth, listening rather intently. She had wondered about him, and now here she was getting a history lesson. He grew up in an orphanage as well, they seemed to have one thing in common there. "I grew up in an orphanage as well. Until I was adopted by my parents…" she didn't want to state if they had been pure-blooded or not, afraid that would turn him away or something. With Death Eaters, blood and heritage always seemed to get in the way of everything. Mag was pureblood herself, but what family she came from she didn't know. She had been abandoned outside St. Mungo's Hospital--clearly a sign that she was pure-blood and that her true parent didn't want to giver her to a Muggle hospital. She knew the reason why they didn't want her, and she couldn't argue with them.

Mag listened to the plan. She figured that he would have a plan of revenge against the Boy-Who-Lived, but his daughter? Despite being in her predicament, and on the side of evil, Mag had a big-heart, and one that cared too much sometimes. It did get her in a bit of trouble, but that was Mag, and that was who she was. As a Death Eater, she was expected to hate Potter, but Mag couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him as she listened to Jack's words. Yes, bringing the man's daughter against him was a nice touch, but what would this also do to the girl. Even after brainwashing her, she would still love her family even if it was a small bit, that shouldn't even existed at all.

Mag listened to the plan. "Baby-sitting…?" she asked confused. She had never really dealt with children before. They kind of did not like her at all, unless she was singing, and when she heard it was Potter's daughter, she gasped ever so slightly. She was a humble singer, not some baby-sitter or a teacher--but she was a 'servant', bound to do what the Head of the Reapers, and 'ReaperCorp' (ha ha), as well as the Dark Lord told her to do, and this young man before her was his son. However, Mag hardly used the Dark Arts in her free-time, sure she knew about them, but she didn't ever dare to use them. "I'm not good with children or at teaching…" she whined, a little firm tone in her soft voice, implying that she didn't want to be around them (they didn't want to be around her). But he said that he needed her help. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "But, I will help…" she said, finally giving in. She couldn't help it for some reason

When he smiled, she couldn't help but do so back, this time pearly white teeth were shown. The fluttering in her stomach was making her feel a little overwhelmed, and she brushed back a piece of her dark curly hair. She felt his hand grip her wrist and pull her towards him, she couldn't help but obey. Then there was the feeling of his lips on hers and she closed her eyes, a faint click could be heard. She could hear the soft whirring inside her head, and another click--this one audible to her. The memory had been recorded.

"Ahem," came the soft voice of the waitress, holding the tray filled with food. Mag pulled away suddenly to look up at her with their piercing blue replacement eyes. She looked back at Jack, her pale cheeks flooded with a pale pink. "Well…" she said.

[jack]

Jack smiled as she agreed to help him. "Don't worry about the girl to much. I think we should treat her as another adult. A deatheater like us. I do not plan to be cruel to her. I plan to be overly nice to her. We need to gain her trust. We want her to think of us as her own family." Jack laughed a cold laugh that had once belonged to his father. He was going to have fun bringing his vengence upon Harry Potter. He would make his mother proud. Which reminded him. "We may have company other than just the three of us at times. My mother may very well stop by."

While he was kissing her everything else was a blurr of meaningless babble. Then the waitress interrupted them. Though Magdalene may have reacted with embarassment Jack gave her a look that would have made anyone fear for their life. She placed the food in front of them a bit hastily, and then ran off. He then turned back to her with a smile on his face. "Don't feel obligated to do anything I ask you please. In asking it means that you can refuse."

He picked up his burger, and he took a large bite. He scanned the restaraunt again. Seeing that much hadn't changed he looked back to Magdalene. "I live in the old riddle house looking over little hangleton. You need to bare the dark mark to enter or exit the house though. I want you to visit me any time. Also when I capture Miss. Potter I will take her there and then send for you. It should take a little while though. I must wait for inside information on where to find her."

((OOC Sorry for the short post.))

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

After hearing his laugh, Mag could only smile herself. "Oh yeah… we will totally treat her like family with that attitude," she said, a smirk crossing her face. She couldn't imagine how the son of the Dark Lord could be nice to the child of the man who killed her father. But he had been nice to her, which made her think that he actually had a heart. No one had ever treated her like this, not even her friends and adopted family. Sure they were kind and they understood, but Mag had felt hardly any emotion from their words and encouragement. It was only until after the replacement surgery that people had treated her decently, though she was a commodity rather than a person to them. Strange… she thought.

Mag gulped as she watched the waitress scurry off. It only took a second just to make him angry and give that look. She knew she had to be careful. She was with the real thing now, a prime example of how a Death Eater should be. The Reaper's victims were hardly considered Death Eaters, but they were branded until their time of service was needed. Until that day however, all they did was pay the dues that they owed in money. She clicked once more, though her eyes actions was more of a flicker as she entered back into reality. "You gave me something. I give you something in return…" she said, indicating the golden box that was right beside her. "And I promise that I shall wear this in my next performance," she added. The Opera was coming up soon.

She looked down at the burger in front of her. It was a messy thing and didn't look too appetizing either. She hadn't been hungry, and now she had definitely lost her appetite. But she picked it up daintily with her hands. Usually she was served meals that were eaten with a fork and knife. If she liked this, maybe she could have the waiters at the Tower put it on the menu for her. As she took a small and delicate bite, she found it good. Yes, on the menu it would be. "Oh, that's very close to where most of my performances are…" she said, rather happily. She would love to have him come. As for the part about capturing the girl, she only nodded.

[jack]

Jack laughed at her reaction to the burger. "I appreciate that, and should you ever change your mind about your contract just let me know. Remember they are a part of what my father started so I have a good bit of pull in such a situation." He took another large bite of his burger. He could not believe how things were going. This was surely an odd day for him. True he always treated people with just as much respect as they bestowed upon him, but this was different. He might actually feel something for this girl.

To feel something for someone else was actually a terrifying thought. He had always seen such attachments as a weakness. People were frail, and died so easily. To care for someone who could be gone tomorow was a great risk one which he had never faced. True he respected his parents, but when he thought that they had both died he felt no remorse he only vowed to gain vengence for their deaths in a way of showing respect to them. Also because they held the same beliefs he did, and they were thwarted in changing the world to what it should be.

Jack looked back at Magdalene, and again he surveyed her as if to see something he had missed before. There was nothing there that could explain shy he felt as such. This was something that he really did not understand. Though he would have liked to discuss this matter with someone he had no one to talk to about such things it would be a sign of weakness. This was something he would have to hide from the death eaters. He smiled at her deciding that this was just something he would have to accept. "Tell me something, and please be honest I will know if your not. Do I scare you?"

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

"He may have started the Death Eaters, but the Reapers themselves seem to be taking things into their own hands nowadays… now that there is 'no more Dark Lord'…" It was only very recently that they had started their so called Corporation. Their Opera to show off their new star had started only a month or so after Mag's surgery--letting her get adjusted to the new world that she hadn't seen in her life. Maybe things would change for her. Jack would probably try to carry on his father's title, but though they were Dark Wizards and followers, no one seemed to control them now. "It's becoming very popular among both Wizards and Muggles. No one can predict organ failure or birth defects, not even the Seers or those fake Muggle psychics. The Reapers might as well be their own organization, rather than a division of the Death Eater army." Oh man, she had been in that for way to long… she was starting to use business terms. "And I'm fine with it. I've had a good life through them…" she added.

Mag took another bite of the burger and drank a bit of the fire whiskey. That was a rare drink for her. She usually ate or drank things that wouldn't or couldn't ruin her voice. She didn't want that to happen because if she couldn't sing, even for one performance… well she didn't want to think about it at all. She didn't know what to do though. This may have very well been a date, but then again, she didn't know. Plus she didn't even know what to do on a date. Mag didn't really have any sort of boyfriend through school. Why bother when you couldn't see them everyday? But it was a few months after her seventeenth birthday when she met the young man who she would be affianced to for the next year. The the day after her procedure--her recovery day--she found out he was dead, as well as her parents. It was after this that Mag shut her heart away. Still compassionate, but she never let anyone get close. Until now.

Mag took one more sip as he looked at her. His eyes seemed to be surveying her, but she was used to it. Three years on stage with a growing audience, not mention the ever-watching eye of ReaperCorp. She had been in the middle of taking another bite, when his sudden question made her pause and put the food down. Do I scare you…? Mag looked at him, not even bothering to click her eyes to show confusion or anything. They just stared. Then they faltered. "No. I'm not. Rather, I'm intimidated. After all, considering who you are, I think anyone would be. You can ask anyone who knows me, I'm hardly scared of anything--except one…" she said.

Now she had a question of her own. "Why me...? There could be any other girl out there, any other normal girl. But you chose me... why is that?" This was a question she had asked before. Twice, to two men. Once when she was a small child--to her father. Second, when she was only eighteen, the day of her surgery--to the man she loved, the son of the man who gave her her eyes..