Amarissa hadn't entirely been paying attention to where she was going. She was concentrated on getting out of proximity of the Ministry and back to the relative safety of Number 13. It startled her entirely when someone spoke her name. And then a jolt of surprise ran its way up her spine when she realized just who was speaking to her. Kastra Yaxley. Or so she appeared to be. There was no way that this could be mere coifncidence.
She felt irritated. At herself, for being so off her guard. She was being a shame to her profession right now. There was no way that she should have failed to notice the women standing so close to her. A hex would have been so simple, so easy. Amarissa had allowed Bellatrix Lestrange to be at her back. It was unnerving. She felt annoyed with whoever had decided to disclose to Yaxley that she was requesting information, because she was fairly certain that there was no reason for Kastra Yaxley to talk to her, let alone remember her, unless someone had mentioned to her that some Spanish Auror named Amarissa Cross was digging around.
And most of all she hated whoever or whatever had deigned it necessary and prudent to bring Bellatrix Lestrange back from the dead. Finding out that the women who had been almost solely responsible for tearing apart her family had been given a second, and arguably better, shot at life made Amarissa want to find out what was behind the resurrections more than ever. And to help put away or end whatever life Bellatrix thought she was getting now.
Still, she lifted her head slowly, pausing in her motions. She masked the emotions that were flitting beneath the surface and turned to face Kastra.
"Mrs. Yaxley, is it not?" she asked, smiling nicely enough, head tilted to the side a bit as if she were trying to place the other. "I am." Amarissa said with a slight nod after a moment's pause. "How kind of you to inquire."