WHO: Thea Travers, Annalisa (NPC). WHAT: Thea needs to get something out of her system. WHEN: April 14 - early hours of the morning. WHERE: Annalisa's house. WARNINGS: Sexual themes. Almost violence. Lack of sanity.
After the week she'd put in at The Prophet, Thea was convinced she was owed at least several rounds of drinks on everyone else. But ever since Byron's murder, the mood of the office hadn't exactly been as cheery as she thought it ought to have been -- personally, she thought he was a nuisance and was glad he was gone, but she knew better than to say so.
Waiting at the bar, she almost didn't see Annalisa — 30, blond, Witch Weekly reporter, really should have known better — pause beside her.
"Can I see the menu when you're done?" she asked, flashing the younger woman a warm smile.
* * *
"Nice place," Thea said between pressing her lips against the woman's neck, not really taking the time to look around.
Annalisa laughed nervously, tried to get the girl to slow down for a minute, grasping Thea's hand and delicately brushing her thumb against the soft skin of her inner wrist. "What's the rush?"
This question was answered rather suddenly with a shove and Annalisa fell back into the couch before Thea quickly straddled her. She pulled off her top, Dark Mark glistening under the dim lamp lighting, and leaned in for one last kiss.
"You're—"
Thea shrugged, she was already tired of this from even before she'd joined up. Now that she was a Death Eater, she was finding it more hilarious than anything else. "And?"
Thea could tell Annalisa was itching to get away from her. She could tell she wanted her gone, she could tell she wanted nothing to do with her because of one stupid symbol.
A symbol that Layla apparently wanted nothing to do with anymore. She could hear her words from her letter in her head now, twisted from reading them quickly, with no time to fully absorb it all before the letters oozed off the page lost to her forever.
There were a few people I never wanted to abandoned, and you were one of them.
"You're so full of shit," Thea said suddenly, looking Annalisa full in the face. But she didn't see the Witch Weekly writer in those eyes. She didn't see the confusion, the fear. "You didn't want to leave me, but you did it anyway? After everything we talked about? Knowing what you knew?"
"Thea…"
You were one of the few people I felt I could talk to in the middle of everything—
She didn't even realise she'd withdrawn her wand, let alone raised it above Annalisa's chest, poking it directly into her skin.
"You were right, okay? I cared. I fucking cared. So fuck you."
Thea also didn't realise that her eyes had brimmed with tears, that she'd frozen Annalisa's body with Petrificus Totalus. She blinked, finding herself straddling a petrified form and pulled back.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry." Thea grabbed her shirt and threw it back on before locating her bag.
Annalisa moved her eyes helplessly, pleading silently as she was unable to move for Thea to just leave her be, that she wouldn't say a word, that she wouldn't mention this to anyone.
"Redu—" Thea paused, finally seeing Annalisa in those eyes once more, and sighed. "Obliviate."
* * *
She was back in the club where it had all begun, forearms leaning against the bar as she waited for her drink to be mixed, giving off clear 'fuck off' signals. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a blond pause beside her and her heart almost stopped.