The paper that he kept in his pocket for the last few weeks gave a small flutter, and as a result his heart skipped a beat in excitement. He did not know what was going on with him but what he did know was the Dark Widow had awakened something within him that laid dormant. It seemed to be a beast full of hate rage and starved for power. It had been choked out by the stifling restrictions that Hogwarts, the Ministry and current wizard's society had placed on it. His heart was just about to except it's sad reality and allow it to join the shattered dreams of his mother but now something changed. He felt it awaken by hope and thrill of coarse actions against muggle's a muggle sympathizers and now it was a beast that longed to be let loose out of it cage.
Power. Raw, dark, addicting, power. Being part of a force that is feared and could also be revered. Oh, how had had he mistaken his mother acceptance of the Dark Lords ill thought actions as a?á blind weakness. AnyoneÔÇÖs judgements would be week when following one with so much strength.?á He was hooked on her power as if it was a drug, and so he quickly pulled out the paper and check where and when he would get his next fix. His eyes scanned the address and time. It must mean today. he thought as he recalculating his schedule. It was his day off so his errands were not a problem to rearrange, but not knowing if todayÔÇÖs events will require an alibi, he was debated what would be the best rearrangement. He decided he would rather be safe than sorry.
That early afternoon He made a trip into the office and waved at several people on the way in. He made a point of explaining he had to correct a report that Hennings had bounced back to him ÔÇ£as some kind of sadism form of punishmentÔÇØ to a chatty girl that always like to know everyoneÔÇÖs business. Although he was going to leave the corrections until Monday, being seen at work would was the best alibi he could come up with. His office was quiet. Most of his coworkers held normal business hours and only worked emergencies on the weekends. A few low-level associates were milling about getting grunt work done. Donn worked on the corrections to the report, until a department memo was delivered (arranged by himself.) He made a point of opening it, sighing and checking his watch before he got up and walked out of the office. No one asked about it, so he did not bother explaining. They would assume it was friendly note between associates or he was late meeting someone.
Once alone in a deserted hall Donn had to wait only three minutes as he checked his watch and leaned on the wall. He wanted to apparate with just over a minute before his Mistress asked for his presence. His mother taught him the importance of being precisely on time. She considered being early was just as disrespectful as being late and arriving early or late should only be used to throw someone off their game.
The second arrived and he apparated to the address, he soon found himself facing a quaint looking cottage. He had time to compose himself, decipher north and look at the building. He noted there was no fires this time or screams. Maybe I did not need to create an alibi after all. he thought. Pity. Maybe I should come up with an easier alibi system. He had toyed with the idea of imperious some witch, to be a girlfriend. He knew one would work well for regular alibis. She could hang out in his apartment and he could rewrite her memory to make her believe they were together the whole time. It would save him from making trips into work. But he was not sure just whom he was mildly attracted to while having a strong urge to mess around with their memory.
He took his time walking up the path, and then stood at the door and knocked just as the second had met its mark. The Dark Widow opened the door herself. She greeted him with her normal warm but powerful manor. He gave a small nod before he entered and followed it by his heartfelt reply of, ÔÇ£It is my pleasure. I find myself looking forward to your summons.ÔÇØ
Just passed the entry he glanced about and examined decorations of the small rooms. It was hard to picture this as the Dark WidowÔÇÖs home. Not that he knew much about her other than she was once married. Something about the building did not seem to be her taste. He turned to face her and assuming that she had called him for a reason he asked, ÔÇ£How could I serve you this time? Do you have a task for me or a new plan to devise?ÔÇØ He did not see any map lying about, like the time they planned the Broom and Room Inn Job. Besides there were others last time. Maybe she had just a job form him or just one for the two of them. Slightly excited with the prospect he asked, ÔÇ£Are we waiting for others?ÔÇØ
