#evangeline lestrange

“This is never ending.”  Eva groaned to herself, sinking her head back into the large pile of papers in front of her. If there was one aspect of her job she despised, it was the paperwork, especially incident report forms that were in need of filling because of another’s idiocy.  A fellow worker had been wounded by a Peruvian Vipertooth. Had he listened to her command like the others he wouldn’t have been bedridden in a foreign hospital, waiting for the venom to run its course.  Nevertheless, as the head of the Dragon Research and Restraints Bureau it was her duty to complete the relevant paperwork - Something which was made harder by the unwelcomed visitor in her home.

“He’s asleep.”  She muttered through gritted teeth to Sidney, skulking at the other end of the room.  Her deep hazel eyes were locked on the desk in front of her.  Even after all this time, she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him.  “So unless you want a little shit for the rest of the day, I suggest you let him sleep.”

mrsidneybanning 

Evangeline sighed and peered upwards to the ever-changing night sky.  The air was cold.  It seemed winter still lingered, still staking its claim on the town below. Even the heavy cloak she wore failed to shelter her from it.  She pondered what had brought her out here.  Yet she knew what it was, and in her anger she felt she had no other choice.

It had been six years since Evangeline had left her family and home, turned her back on them to pursue the man she’d once opened her icy heart to.  It was that very same man, the Father or her now two-year-old son, who had recently admitted to the worst thing imaginable.

Her hazy hazel eyes loomed down to the near empty bottle of wine in her hand. She chuckled and stumbled forwards across the cobles in search of a tavern to saunter into. 

Betrayals certainly lead people to do irresponsible things.

professorjameswalker

A veil of darkness loomed over the small village of Hogsmeade. Its moon and stars swept above like a sheath of the softest silk. Nature, beauty and magic all enthused into the one beautiful scene that was the night sky. The surrounding village was quiet; It had become as lifeless as the haunting grounds of the local churchyard. All was quiet, all except for a conceited beauty, whose heavy boots thudded audibly against the cobbles below.

A light breeze whispered in through the surrounding air, tugging briefly at Evangeline’s long locks of dark curls, as if it were attempting to catch her attention. Yet it failed to do so. She was too engrossed in her own thoughts. Although it was the same place she’d visited for many years, things had changed.  She was no longer the petulant young woman she once was.  The years had changed her, molded her into the empress of her own fortune.  

There were only a fair few that she deemed worthy of her company, and one of those was her dear friend Orla Weston.  The two had been friends throughout all the troubles of their lives, and for that Evangeline was grateful.  She hadn’t a clue how she could have dealt with the past few years without her.

Tonight was a rare occasion in which Evangeline found herself without child.  She made her way into the nearest pub, pushing her cloak from her shoulders and took a seat without even a glance around the room.  She hadn’t a care who was there.  She was here to meet her friend, and had been looking forward to the evening for a long while.  Should anyone even attempt to ruin it, all hell would break loose. 

The Dragon Sanctuary lay hidden deep within the mountainous regions of Romania.  For many years it had homed many a spectacular creature and had enabled many a wizard to study the dragons in all heir splendor.

There weren’t many women amongst the Keepers, and even now there was only one – a young witch called Evangeline Lestrange.  Small in stature, many had thought her to be too weak for such an occupation, but with her strong will and passion, they were soon proven wrong. Today on the other hand was to be one of those days she’d never hear the end of.

Battered and bruised, she sauntered along to the medics cabin, clasping her broken and bleeding arm as she went.  She hoped the healer could make quick work of her wounds.  The last thing she wanted was time off.

Hundreds of wizarding folks had gathered in and around a small and rather unknown shop in the bustling Diagon Alley.  For many, this day had been long awaited.  The media lurked in the shadows, awaiting a glimpse of the treasure within, for it had not been seen in years.

Evangeline Lestrange had a keen interest in the mysterious and unusual.  In past it had previously lured her into trouble and today was of no exception.  She yearned to witness and to obtain what was on show, though knew all too well how tight the security would be surrounding such a rare object.  She also knew that there would be many a familiar face. After all, dragons were her forte.

Dragonologists and Dragon Keepers from afar had travelled to the witness the spectacle that was the rare egg of a Chinese Fireball – a beautiful scarlet creature with a fringe of golden spikes that encased its mysterious face - a lethal creature, known for its appetite for humans.

As she made her way towards the entrance, she’d already placed her eyes on those she knew, enabling her to ease herself in without question.  There were the Romanians, the Welsh, the Swedish and of course the Macfusty clan from the Hebrides whom she had met on many an occasion.

All was in place, ready for her next move.