Sanya Dolohov

1. High heels

2. A sharp voice capable of getting what she wants

3. Koldovstoretz 

4. Parlor tea with my aunt

Cafe in Horizont Alley

His lips pressed together as he surveyed the newspaper in front of him, a cup of espresso on the table in front of him. While Antonin rarely sat in public, he had to admit he was curious to hear what others had to say about the changes that had been occurring in wizarding society lately. Besides, he had nothing to hide as a pureblood of impeccable lineage. He chuckled as he read a line about the upcoming elections. Did they think they would live simply be saying they would protect those who could not protect themselves? Antonin had little respect for those who could not so much as protect themselves and he shook his head as he lifted the cup to his lips.

When a shadow passed over his table, he cocked his head to the side and drawled. “Excuse me, but you’re standing in my light.” He gestured to the paper in front of him.

Sanya didn’t see their uncle in public very often, so they were surprised to find him sitting nonchalantly with a paper. When he looked up, they smiled. “I wouldn’t have expected to see you here,” they said as they sat down, getting out of his light. “How have you been lately? I know I haven’t been home much.”

It wasn’t through any particular fault, but Sanya had been spending a lot of time with Vic since her return, and between nights out for pleasure and for the Dark Lord with Cassius, Sanya felt swamped. They needed a little break mentally before they got reckless. Based on the feedback they’d received from a recent mission, maybe it was already happening. A conversation with Antonin seemed like the perfect thing for a bit of freshness.

“I wish you’d chosen a better side. Things are going to get hard soon.”

“A little brat that ruins your perfect life together wasn’t something you had to take. Thank you. I wish I could be as put together as you are.”

“I think there’s a fair type thing going on a few blocks west of Carkitt Market in the muggle part of town,” Vic suggested, having walked by it a few times on her way to work. She walked towards the storage bin she’d been keeping everything that shouldn’t get on the carpet in, picking up a couple jugs and holding one out for Sanya to take. “Muggle stuff has always been useful, ya dumb fuck.”

Sanya didn’t love partying in the muggle part of town. At least, they didn’t love it with Vic. Vic mean they had to behave better, but even muggles were worth it to spend time with such a friend. “I’m going to agree to disagree on that one.” Sanya rolled their eyes, not actually wanting to start a fight about it. They took the jug offered, considering it as if it would tell them what it was. If it were a wizarding product, perhaps it might.

“Your ‘escape plan’ was awful and you’re lucky I chanced by,” Rodolphus snapped. “Honestly, have you any sense?”

He watched them sprawl into a chair, and pointedly refuse to cooperate. 

He raised an eyebrow. “We are on the same side, Sanya. What do you think I’m going to do? I have no reason to harm you, to wish you ill. On the contrary, all I’ve done since you started shrieking your head off was attempt to help. We are, quite literally, on the same side.”

He paced the room, considering how best to resolve this. They needed to get out of the Leaky Cauldron, for one. He supposed if Sanya really wanted to take her chances with a faulty memory it was their funeral- after all, the body had already been taken care of. Still, he hated to leave the situation in such a mess, his natural inclination towards order and control rebelling against the idea of abandoning them.

Sanya grit their teeth, telling themself not to lash out at him. He may have been an arrogant busybody, but he was still the kind of their uncle would say to play nice with. 

“I think,” they began, “that it’s good practice not to hand over one’s wand to anyone, much less someone who merely a working relationship. If I asked for yours, would you give it?” Sanya strongly suspected not.

“If I’m taking care of a body, Cass. Otherwise, it will always be Vic.”

“I love Katsia dearly, but Antonin is my blood.”

“Yes we are,” he said simply, frowning when they so rudely ignored his offered hand. “So if you could take my hand please-”

Then they were grabbing his arm and there was a nauseating pull in his stomach, and suddenly they were standing in a dingy little hotel room while Sanya snapped at him. 

He looked at their surroundings with distaste, and then at the younger Dolohov who took them there. “I had rather different surroundings in mind. Are you always so jumpy?”

He flicked his wand at the door and heard the lock click shut, then returning to giving her a withering look. By the decor they were definitely somewhere wizarding, and when he strode over to the window and glanced out he realized they were in the Leaky Cauldron. 

Ugh. He felt like he needed a shower just standing in this establishment.

“Perhaps it was a little dramatic, but it was fun, no?” he said, throwing them a cocky smile. “Now, hand me your wand. Priori Incantatum will tell us everything we need to know about whether or not you killed that muggle.”

He held out his hand.

Sanya felt smug as they watched his momentary lapse in that perfect control that Rodolphus suffered, even if he managed to hide it away quickly. 

“If I’m jumpy, it’s only because I woke up and was immediately harassed by you for trying to come up with a reasonable escape plan. I should have just gotten away on my own. It would be easier than all...” They waved their hand in his direction. “This.”