Cassandra (_foreseen) wrote in novusmundus, @ 2010-04-05 00:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra vablatsky, gellert grindelwald |
Who: Cassandra and Gellert
What: Weekly assassin meeting
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Gellert and Albus's room
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
Cassandra had something of a headache. She was currently in the bath, head tilted back over the rim with a washcloth over her eyes. Everything was nice and dark and perfect for the time being. She knew that she only had a matter of moments left, however. She had spent the majority of the morning trying to wind her way through the best possible outcome for a small pocket of resistance that was going to rise up in the outskirts of Paris. Unfortunately, there were civilian casualties. No matter how she tried to see it in from different angles, to try minute differences, there was little change. She didn't doubt that most of it came from the fact that Gellert would probably only redirect a certain amount of resources to minimize the damage. It was something that was accustomed to. Sad to say, but she had become more accustomed to watching people die, being tortured, being dragged to the depths that only humanity could offer. But that didn't mean that it still didn't disgust her sometimes.
It was just how things were these days.
She slid the cloth off of her face and looked blearily over at the clock. Time to go. She ran her hands through her rather messy and tangled hair. Perhaps it was time for a trim. But, not now. She toweled herself off before reaching for the clothing that she had left hanging over the side of the door. The shirt and the pants were loose fitting, nearly translucent, all a pale silver. Over them, she pulled on a pair of black robes that flared out toward the bottom and in the sleeves, but came in for a tight fit along the torso. It was complete with a hood despite the fact that it wasn't quite fashionable at the moment. The entire thing was stitched with a light color of silver and the four hooks that connected along the middle all gleamed silver. She also pulled on a pair of fingerless gloves, stitched in the same manner. She considered walking barefoot to Gellert and Albus's room. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that she had arrived for one of these meetings without shoes. But, in the even that they went somewhere else, it would be quite uncomfortable and it certainly wouldn't be the first time that Gellert would make her go somewhere without shoes. She pulled up her boots and laced them up.
That accomplished, she headed out of her set of rooms. In her receiving room were the two men that were assigned to her. They straightened up a little when she came out and then merely set to following her. She could still remember when Albus had told her that she would have two individuals assigned to her at nearly all times. It had seemed like such an immensely strange concept and certainly something that seemed to restrict her sense of freedom. It was something else that she had grown almost unerringly accustomed to; she barely noticed them anymore.
She rounded up the stairs and headed to Gellert and Albus's room. She knocked, but it was a precursory action. Without waiting for anyone to answer the door, she stepped inside. She knew that she wasn't interrupting anything.