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There are very few people in the world I trust, but you're close to the top of the list.

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Feb 1980

You absolute idiot.

We’ll talk when you get in, but I do not want to hear another hit wizard tell me you’ve been checked into St. Mungo’s because you’ve done something reckless ever again. Do you understand?

I have to leave for this debrief. They won’t let me reschedule. 

Drink the water on your bedside table. 

- TR 

@yuki-yamashita

#( short for yuki but still my heart hurts lol ) #( answered ) #( yuki yamashita ) #Anonymous

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Sooner or later the tough girl act will fall

“I mean, I have to die someday.”

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✉️

December 20th, 1970

D,

I said this last night and I’ll mention it again here: 

Please save me from this horrid Christmas party. 

If I must spell it out for you: please do not let me die a slow and painful death at the hands of Uncle Vincent and his latest story about his escapades at the Hippogriff Dressage Festival. There’s not enough eggnog in all of Europe for those. Last year, I managed to slip away from his trip down memory lane by setting one (1) small fire, but who knows if such a feat will be viable this year. Take this as my official request to have your scheduled visit to the Rowle estate expedited. I can have the guest room made up in a flash. It would certainly save me the hassle of apparating over at the end of each evening and then apparting back in the morning before the house elf notices I’m missing. 

You can bring Carissa too. I know that the purpose of you little sojourn was to spend more time with her and there’s little time other than the holidays to do so, but really - there’s plenty of room for the two of you here. I know she’d love our library. 

Anyway, SOS. 

Your already dying  future wife beloved,  

T

#( just gonna yeet on out of here ) #( wow remember when they were soft and in love??? ) #( daniel flint ) #deeflint

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💌 Zahi

June, 1967

Zahi, 

I decided that slipping out before you got up was for the best. 

I failed to mention this last night and I hope you do not think this note too formal of me: I shall be leaving France at the end of the week. The ICW believes my father’s business in Paris to be finished and where he goes, I follow. Paris has been… lovely. I am glad I managed to at least catch the Quiberon Quafflepunchers game before my departure. 

I am significantly less glad at the prospect of leaving you behind. I suppose most would say that the etiquette for this sort of conversation is for it to be in person, but I see no point in being overly sentimental. Meeting up would not change what is and this is what is.  

You’ll find the books you lent me returned to your shelf and I’ve left you the quill that I’m almost certain is yours too. If not, it’s yours now. I believe you have my scarf, but there’s no need to return it. Consider it a gift. 

This has been nice. Take care. 

Love,

TR

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The sea air made the paint on the shipping containers peel and everything in the port warehouse came with a distinct feel of salt. This included Theodora’s tone at Yuki’s reveal that she had skimmed the memo. Had Theo been drinking something, there certainly would have been a spit-take involved and the older witch felt herself inhale deeply to keep herself from lashing out the new recruit. She felt Daniel echo her sentiments and, despite their recent differences, Theo was surprised at the ways they still fell in sync. 

Now if only that was enough to fix things.

Anyway, that was neither here nor there. Right now, she waited for a moment, before turning her gaze on the younger witch. 

“Perhaps,” Theo said, picking her words carefully. “the time it took you to ask us that would have been better spent actually reading the rest of the memo. Who do you think the Head of the DMLE writes those for, Ms. Yamashita? Himself?” 

This new thing, this one Yuki Yamashita, was an unexpected addition to her and Daniel’s cultivated dynamic. For as long as Theo could remember, it had always been the two of them. All their formations had been planned for two, all of their tactics - for two hit wizards. To suddenly throw a third in was messing up the flow of things in more ways than one. While Ms. Yamashita had potential (if Theodora thought she hadn’t, Yuki never had made it past day one - Theodora would have gotten her kicked off the team immediately) - Theo was still getting used to the fact that the younger witch felt alright with going and pulling shit like ‘not reading the memo.’ 

And then there was Daniel. Theo thought Daniel was being too kind filling the new kid in on the situation. Better, Theo supposed, than letting her fall behind - after all they were only as strong as their weakest link - but still - Theo was never a fan of letting people off the hook easily. 

The witch pulled out a piece of parchment from her robes and tapped her wand once against it, uttering the password to reveal the blueprint that lay hidden within the memo. Ink bloomed across the leathery surface, crisscrossing to form a gird that showed a birds eye view map of the shipping containers. At the edge of the map, three logos, with their dark ink, shimmered in the low light. 

“This is the logo we’re looking for,” Theo said briskly to Yuki, showing her the memo and tapping the top picture. “The container will be marked as such, but it’s also been known to ship under these aliases. Supposedly there’s only three containers of interest here. Each of their manifestos say their inventory is nothing more than Mackled Malaclaw tails, but there’s a strong chance that’s a cover. So I expect us all to approach with caution.” A beat. “Usually that would go without saying but seeing as some of us have a tendency to skim through things - ”

She threw a pointed glare at Yuki in that moment. 

“I thought it best to mention it here too. The target is 6 foot 2, average build, a skilled Legilimens - ” 

Theo wasn’t fucking around - there was a reason she was as trigger happy as she was, it’s often because she was pitted against wizards who were no different. From what she had read (in said memo) the target tonight was known to shoot on sight. Daniel could handle himself, but Yuki - 

Theo looked up then, to notice the way Daniel had pulled away from her, had already started making his way for the containers without finishing the debrief. Well, guess they were going to go into this without a debrief. Merlin, was this what this mission was going to be? Herding cats? (Theo HATED cats.) 

“Daniel.” Theo said through almost gritted teeth, as if to lasso him back towards them. How was she supposed to expect Yuki to follow protocol if he barely would? “How about we have Ms. Yamashito flank you tonight?” 

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It was getting harder to ignore everything.  The war was the thing that brought her to this god forsaken, rainy country, so fuck it very much for that if absolutely nothing else.  Every part of her was screaming to get involved, to pick a side and show them what she was capable of.  But she couldn’t do it.  No connections, nothing tethering her so that when this god damn war ended she could go back to Japan with no regrets.

People were dying.  She wanted to help – but that was what her job was for.  This war was not her fight, and as much fun as it would be to physically destroy every bigot in a hundred mile radius, that meant tying herself to something she wanted nothing to do with.

And furthermore, Luka Petrov was far too much like an annoying puppy dog to convince her that joining his side was going to do anything but get her killed.  Then who would make sure her cousins had new robes for school?  As satisfying as joining the Order of the Phoenix might be, there were people who were counting on her.

She wanted to help, but she couldn’t in that way.  

It was a normal day at work.  As normal as things could be with the country in the state it was in, anyway.  Daniel was being weird as fuck though, and Theodora seemed tense – things had been strange between the two of them for awhile now, but it wasn’t her business to pry.  Maybe they’d let something slip while they were out on the mission.  She got the distinct impression they had dragged her along to keep an eye on her, which was insulting as hell – but it meant she got out of the office and that she could be nosy, so she accepted it.

“What exactly are we looking for?” She said eventually, breaking the unbearable silence that had weighed them down since arriving at the warehouse.  “We left so quickly I only managed to skim half the memo.”

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He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. He certainly hadn’t expected company tonight, but he wouldn’t object to it. Theodora was something of a mystery to him, even though Rodolphus and her husband were fairly close. She kept her distance from things and while he could appreciate a sense of self-preservation, he was curious about her. 

“Better you than someone else, no?” he said. “I’d rather not duel a Ministry hit wizard tonight.” He was perfectly capable of it, of course, but he’d planned to be in and out before anyone could arrive. Not that they would have seen his face, anyways, if they had caught a glimpse of him. 

He let out a huff of laughter. “You’re so quiet all the time- I had no idea you were funny,” he drawled. “More like satisfying his bloodlust. We all have a body count to keep up with, after all.” He spent most of his days behind a desk, the only death he dealt was in print. 

He raised an eyebrow at her challenge, crossing his arm and leaning back against the doorway as he looked at her curiously. “I also like not testing my luck. But go on- have something in mind, did you? Getting a bit bored behind your desk?” His blood heated at the idea that she thought he was weak- he’d chosen his targets because he wasn’t particularly in the mood for killing, but suddenly the idea of looking cowardly bristled. Who was she to say such things.

Theodora thought she was fucking hilarious when she wanted to be. 

“I’d be less quiet if people actually said things worth commenting on.” 

She’d clocked the way Lestrange bristled at her words and felt a strange satisfaction from it. Keeping a close eye on the Death Eaters from the inside was a mountain she’d volunteered to climb and every interaction she had with any of them proceeded to be another note in the profiles she was constructing of them. Rodolphus Lestrange, for example, hated the implication of being weak. 

Which, to be fair, she hated too. Theodora had started plenty of fights over such accusations. She was a frequent participant ( and sometimes winner ) of the dueling tournaments in Dunstable and she depended on such things to get rid of those angry impulses of hers. Now though, when it came to Rodolphus, it felt very much like she was purposefully poking a sleeping wolf.

We have a body count to keep up with after all. 

That was something that heated her own blood. Didn’t she know it. She’d managed to find ways to avoid outright bloodshed during her undercover assignment and it was proving to be more and more and difficult with each passing day. She threw another glance at the dead couple before she raising her wand. With a wave, she closed their eyes, so that their faces now held some semblance of peace. Dead was dead and while Theodora didn’t have much hope for or belief in the afterlife, she still had a respect for the fallen. Even muggles. She didn’t care much what Rodolphus Lestrange thought about that.

She gave one last look around the room and, deciding that it was just the one Lestrange here, gave another flick of her wand. Theodora conjured up her Patronus and in a flash, a Hebridean Black stretched its wispy, silvery wings in front of her.  

“Two muggles dead. No sign of the perpetrator. I’ll file a report immediately.”

After all, there was no point in her superior at the Ministry sending back up after not hearing from her. She waved the creature away and it slipped out the door and took off into a the night.

She turned back to the other wizard. 

“All I’m saying Rodolphus is that you going after the meek makes it seem like you’re afraid of taking on anything that might actually fight back.” 

There was outright challenge in his words, or maybe she liked to read everything with a hint of challenge, but Theodora raised an eyebrow at his inquiry as to whether or not she had something else in mind. Her hand went to adjust her left glove, and out of habit, trailed once over his missing finger. She, of course, had no intention of killing any more innocent souls that night. In a perfect world, Theodora would goad Rodolphus into chasing after a target that was too big for him and then, if she was lucky, he’d wind up dead because of it. Because yes, at the end of the day, she wanted Rodolphus dead (or worse.) Of all the Death Eaters she’d observed during her four years she could think of fewer that deserved Azkaban. And while she wanted to be the one to put him there, if he somehow dropped dead before then, Theodora would find a way to live. 

“Am I getting bored behind my desk? Oh, absolutely. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, the paperwork side of it just makes me want to blow my fucking brains out. It’s not the part that calls to me.”

She shrugged. 

“I can’t imagine being confined to that Prophet desk is any less boring. At least I get cast to a few hexes during work hours..”

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There were very few people on this planet that could intimidate her.  Intimidation was a kind of fear, and fear got in the way of your ability get shit done.  Fear only controlled you if you let it, and she had no intention of letting anything control her.

And while she wasn’t exactly afraid of Theodora Rowle, she absolutely had no intention or desire to get on her bad side.  Her eyes followed the swirling of the fire whiskey, and it took everything in her not to let out a sigh.  She knew something was up.  And it was probably something a bit more than the fact that Yuki had been avoiding her like she were a rotten fish on the sidewalk.  

“I do not pick fights,” she insisted.  “I engage in physical altercations if they deserve it.  You’d be surprised how many people out deserve to be smacked upside the head.  It’s what you call a public service.”

But when Theodora just stared at her it became obvious she knew.  She didn’t know how the fuck this woman had figured out that she had been in jail yesterday, but somehow she fucking knew.  Luka hadn’t spilled.  She was more sure Luka kept his mouth shut than that she had – she would have believed she slept walk and mailed an owl with her confession before she thought he snitched on her.  And yet, somehow he knew.  

Was the red-faced police officer an actual spy?

“It wasn’t a night, it was barely six hours,” she protested, like that mattered.  “they just happened to be six of the overnight hours.  And he deserved it, I swear he did.  And he was a bitch about it, I didn’t even break his nose – it just bled all over his shirt.  It was an ugly shirt, so if we’re looking at this objectively I actually did him a favor.”

Theodora’s jaw clicked into a stiff position as Yuki rattled off her reasoning. Muggle jail. Honestly, Theodora thought Yuki had outgrown this rebellious phase.  Six fucking hours. Theo had been in the midst of a Death Eater meeting, hadn’t heard about it till it was long over and had kicked herself that she hadn’t been there to help. 

Though she hadn’t heard about the broken nose. Theodora felt a small burst of pride over it, but kept her gaze steely. All firecracker, no fuse with this one. Yuki was too much like herself and Theodora ignored the blatant irony of it 99% of the time. 

“As amusing,” Theodora not did sound amused. “As that sounds, I have yet to hear exactly why they deserved this Yuki. You seemed to have conveniently forgotten that part in your little recount.”

She stared down at the woman, over the rim of her glass. It was not surprising that Yuki had perhaps forgotten the most important detail. Ms. Yamashita’s paperwork often suffered from the same issues. Rushed and sometimes incomplete, so that she could get back out on the field immediately. While paperwork was the part of the job Theo loathed the most as well, Theo was trying to be a good role model. 

“Try again.” 

She waited for the second round of explanation like a disappointed parent. Was this really the place to be having this conversation? Probably not, but there were parts of herself that Theodora couldn’t just turn off. Her line of work was tough and the sooner Yuki got her shit together, the better. 

The sooner she got her shit together, the less likely she was to go and get killed. 

 If you want ‘em strong, treat ‘em hard, her father used to say, and as much as Theo despised Thomas Rowle, the creed had been burned into her skull. She’d treat Yuki hard because the world would not go easy her. It was the only way she knew how to teach her how to stay safe. 

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Lucius hated working from the office. The job itself was alright- he got to travel, and there was plenty of paperwork and mostly he just deal with numbers and reports and didn’t really have to talk to people, which made it easy to just take it home with him and mail it in, rather than spending hours in his dismal office. Plus, working from home meant he could avoid the senior Rowle, who scared him as much as his late father had. 

He was still working his way through census numbers from the world’s magical schools when he glanced up idly, rolling his neck, and locked eyes with someone just over his desk divider. He felt himself go pale.

It was the other Rowle. Who was also, joyfully enough, a Death Eater. Lucius hadn’t talked to her or her husband much- he had no desire to hang around Hit Wizards, thank you- and had counted himself lucky to never run into them at work. Until now, apparently. 

“I- what?” it took him a moment to realize what she’d said, and then he glanced down to find the cat in question sneaking across the floor, butt wiggling as she prepared to pounce on the toe of Theodora’s shoe. “Oh no you don’t,” he muttered, getting and reaching out one lanky arm to scoop the kitten up and cradle her against his chest. “Yes, it- it’s a cat. Kitten.” He coughed. “Hello, Rowle.”

Theodora had no envy for any of her father’s colleagues. When she’d joined the Ministry, it had been a common assumption, that she would follow her father’s footsteps and join the International Confederation of Wizards. Absolutelyfuckingnot. She wanted to be a Hit-Wizard and already resented the idea that she would be in the same building as her father. After almost a decade of working in the same vicinity as Thomas Rowle ( Thank Merlin both his and her jobs required so much travel) Theodora realized that the DMLE being on level two and ICW was on level five of the Ministry wasn’t far enough but it would do. 

Lucius Malfoy seemed meek, though she continued to watch him. He was already low on the spy’s list of potential threats and this moment wouldn’t change much. Let it be known: a love for wee creatures did little to excuse for aligning yourself with a psychopath. Theodora found it interesting though, that there was a startling amount of Death Eaters with a love for cats. The spy had drawn up profiles for all of them, created files in which she collected as much evidence as she could against each alleged individual and, of the ones she possessed,  a solid chunk of suspects had a cat or had an affinity for them. 

Which, really, only wound up justifying her dislike for the little monsters at the end of the day. 

“Malfoy.” She said in curt greeting. “Do you just carry that thing around with you then?” She stared down at the kitten, feeling no love for it, trying to keep her lips curling back into a near snarl and succeeding surprisingly. Her face settled into a stoic gaze as her eyes followed the cat about to pounce. She had to hand it to the small creature, with the way it was ready to pounce, she felt a small twinge of admiration at its spirit. Kind of reminded her of her mentee, Yuki.  Tiny, full of fight.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while, is this what you’ve been up to? Running a shelter at your desk?” 

Her eyes stayed on the kitten. 

“Though I don’t suppose I can be too critical, I doubt working with my father is easy. Whatever gets you through the day....”

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