#pre second war

Oh right, is that something you’ve always wanted to do?

So… Why did you go for it?

Weren’t you the one who missed their chair when they arrived?

It was right at the start of the night, though…

Selene handed over a small package. Inside was a rabbit’s foot. Something muggles usually used for ‘good luck’ charm. It was rather sentimental for her to give him such an item. If he would even accept. She considered herself his lucky rabbit’s foot. That way if she was not near him, she was somewhat by him in a sense.

She was so nervous though waiting for him to open the package. Half-blood, she was unsure how he would react. If he will accept or torture her for it. When he undid the wrappings her eyes lit up. “Sentimental and rather childish, but I consider myself your lucky rabbit’s foot, My Lord. I figured it was only reasonable to give you a real one. So when I am not present you can still have me near.”

“You may torture me if you don’t like it or if you do….” She rambled. She was terrible with gift giving. “Do you like it?”

He had kept her gaze as he had undone the wrapping. Gazing inward to the snow white limb waiting for him in tissue paper. Pinching the small gold chain that it hung from with his thumb and index finger. Pulling it up to rest its softness against his brushing lips.

“Torture?” He said amused, “And spoiled my most fortune gift.”

Leaning over to place a chaste kiss upon her own cheek, “Why on earth would I ever do so?”

The false kindness dropped once he turn from her. Rolling the small limb between his fingers, “We shall need more then luck.  MACUSA, unlike the Ministry does not believe me to be wholely gone.”

His gaze looked outward and into the nothing between him and the wall, “That Auror Graves has been following Macniar. It has been a week and he cannot get to the giants. They will be on the move and I want them to plege their support to me first.”