notsmallatall (notsmallatall) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-08-06 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 08, former character: eva small |
RP: So Much Conflict
Who: Eva Small
Where: Her residence in Cardiff
When: Evening, August 6, 2024
Rating/Warnings: Language
Summary: Eva reflects on recent events in the Auror Department; mentions of Fellriana, Faustus and Harry
Status: Complete
The table which Eva had in her kitchen was probably not even ten years old, but it looked ancient. It had been thrown out by a muggle because the one leg was wobbly and the varnish on the top had been scratched to hell.
Eva had fallen in love with the piece of furniture the moment she saw it and rescued it from the curb where it had been sitting out in the rain, waiting for the trash collector. She didn't even take her wand to it to make it pretty - just fixed the leg so it wasn't wobbly anymore and cast a scourifying charm on the table to make sure it was clean.
Over the years, the table became more worn with use. More scratches, more dents. Right now there was a large puddle of wax in the middle surrounding a candle that Eva liked to burn, not caring that the wax had overfilled the candle holder but enjoying the look of the drips and puddles.
She was sitting at the table, sharpening her knives. They were throwing knives, made of sterling silver. Given to her by her dad when he retired as a Hunter. Eva had never the chance to use them on a hunt, but she still maintained them - still kept them sharp. Always took at least three tucked into her boot when she went with the others, just in case. Her father taught her how to throw, and Eva had always been a quick learner. Sometimes she felt more safe with them tucked into her boot than her own wand when they were on a hunt.
Eva didn't even use magic to sharpen them. She had made sure that three were ready for the other night, but the other three in the set of six needed some care. So she sat with the wet stone, the soothing grinding noise of blade on stone the only sound in her house as she sat and sharpened, and thought.
How could have Fellriana done what she did? It was a question that was heavy on Eva's mind. When Fell came out of Harry's office and the mixed reactions from the other Aurors after finding out what went down - well she just couldn't digest it all.
Faustus was always a man of contradiction. Eva had seen the disapproval in his eyes at Fell, but there had also been a hint of amusement as well - as if he wasn't really upset that his colleague had betrayed them.
Well, at least that's how Eva felt. As soon as she went into Auror training, her belief that Aurors and Hitwizards alike were to be neutral upholders of the law. They were not to let their own personal convictions get in the way of an investigation, no matter how strongly they believed what was wrong or right. Fellriana had taken matters into her own hands, to Eva's perspective - leaking vital information that could have gotten Libra killed. Thank the gods it hadn't turned out that way, as Eva believed that her colleague wouldn't have gotten a slap on the wrist. Suspension with pay wasn't an unreasonable punishment, but Eva still couldn't feel that it was enough.
Most likely it would all be covered up - internal investigation done, the proper person punished and they all go and continue to do their jobs. No outside person would be the wiser - and then what? What would happen the next time something like this happened?
Perhaps Eva wouldn't have felt so strongly about it if the other Auror hadn't looked so smug after coming out of Harry's office. But maybe Eva thought she looked smug?
Eva sighed, taking the blade in her hand and wiping it with a cloth, testing the sharpness with the blunt pad of her thumb. Then she took a hair from her head and dropped it on the blade. It cut in half as soon as it hit the knife.
Perfect.
If an Auror leaks information, what guarantee that they won't do more in the future? 'Well there isn't', a small voice inside of Eva's head told her.
'It wasn't right. It wasn't for her to decide,' she told the voice back in her head.
'Wasn't it?' the voice said back and Eva's thoughts went silent. The clock in the kitchen ticked away in the quiet of the room until five minutes past.
"Oh there's no use in just sitting here brooding about it for fuck's sake," Eva said out loud, and stood up. She took the three blades that she had sharpened and put them in her boot. She had patrol to do in Cardiff - something she had promised to Isaac after the first attack showed up in the muggle papers.
Perhaps she would suggest to Faustus that they go for a drink after shift tomorrow. Maybe talking it out with her partner would help.
When she transformed outside and flew away, a glint of silver on the bird's leg reflected the moonlight - and then it was gone.