` I'VE MADE SOME BAD CHOICES AS YOU KNOW ! (Albus)

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL WHEN HE WENT AWAY

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THREADING WITH ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER.
YOU ARE WHERE IN MEISSA'S OFFICE.
POST STATUS FINISHED
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And it breaks through my soul.



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So perhaps he should have given it more thought before he sent that yellow piece of paper flying away from him. But honestly, how could he? For something so small, it possessed great determination in flying away from him, to deliver the message that ended off with his name, a cursive signature at the end. Now, Albus Severus was not a cruel man, nor had he been brought up as one, and if that small fellow possessed such passion for the job he was intended to do, he saw no reason why he ought to stop it's work. It would be simply horrible, to ruin the natural way the world should run. Simply put, he wouldn't allow it (over his dead body, but not literally!), and it was with great honour that he had watched the little piece of paper fly away. Destined for great things, that one was. Except now, on second thought, Albus wasn't sure that it had been a wise idea to send it on it's way, especially to the person he had addressed it to. For one, the contents of that memo, while it did contain work, had his own personal voice in there. A personal voice that the receiver would duly recognise, and while the yellow memo had been brave in carrying out its duty, the Potter wasn't sure that it would survive the return trip, if there was even one. He knew well enough that the receiver of it was more than willing to char it to pieces, if she was given the chance. Instant pity flooded his mind, but he shoved it away. He had given it a proper farewell, and now there was nothing to do but wait for a reply. One that mentioned that it was received, to put the sender's mind at ease - in this case, his mind.

Choosing to divert his mind as he waited, he gave a glance at the clock on the wall. It was time to report to work, and Albus knew, as well as any ministry employee, that the receiver of that note was never late. Heck, she didn't care to be late, for that was perhaps one thing she disliked. Tardiness, in all forms. Goodness knows how he'd been scolded before because his shirt had been tucked out after a late night research project, and when he had been half awake. Her scoldings her fallen on deaf ears, but he remembered that incident well enough, for making a man who was dead tired stand for an hour was perhaps one of the more cruel punishments anyone could adopt. His legs still wobbled slightly at that thought, for he had used the wall the whole time as a support, though wary to not let his slump earn him yet another scolding. Trying to hold a proper stance and ignore fatigue was a skill Albus hadn't known he had, but after that day, he was well-equipped for its usage. However, he had tried his best to avoid any repeat situations. It was simply too tiring, too draining, and once more might just kill him, just because the last time hadn't.

Shuddering at that thought, he pushed it out of his mind, hands instinctively reaching for the coffee pot the Department kept within it's offices - and specially located near his desk, too. The black liquid filling his green mug to the brim, the former Slytherin took a deep whiff of the coffee, before sighing happily. No better way to start the day than with coffee, he had long learned. And given the fact that his job was demanding and often required long nights, he had realised that not just any coffee would do the job. Only black coffee, with its severe bitterness, could keep him functioning throughout the night, and throughout the day too, if he happened to be on one of those twenty four hour shifts. Like he was, at the moment. Sipping from his mug, he drummed his fingers impatiently on the tabletop, glancing at the clock once again. Fifteen minutes has passed. At this, he raised an eyebrow, surprised. Fifteen minutes, and still no reply? Now this was tardiness at best, and her fault. This matter was urgent, in some way. His boss had ordered him to do it, so it meant that he had it was urgent in his eyes. And yet, the recipient of his message was certainly dilly-dallying with her reply.

An exasperated look on his face - he hadn't gotten any sleep, be kind - Al pushed his chair backwards, rolling towards the door of his office with his mug at hand. When it came to situations like this when things were of the utmost importance, Albus Severus Potter would just have to see to it that it was dealt with personally. He never liked failure, the Slytherin trait obvious, and would not deal with being just brushed off. Time to make it personal, he thought with a small smirk as he sipped from his cup, heading down the hallways of the Ministry. Narrowly avoiding a flock of Blast-Ended Skrewts - what the bloody hell were they doing here, Al didn't know - he slipped into the elevator, making sure that his coffee didn't get into any harm as he rode it. Honestly, could they not spend the budget on expanding the elevator space? His coffee was in so much danger, it wasn't funny. A disapproving look on his face as he squirmed his way out of the elevator, he took a turn down one of the corridors, and continued his walk. He knew exactly where he was going, and that he wasn't lost. No no, previous visits had already imprinted the pathway to this office, and Albus wasn't one that forgot things easily.

As he came to a halt outside a wooden door, Albus's gaze landed on the name plate that was attached to the outside, proudly declaring who the owner of this office was. Ruffling his hair as he took yet another sip of his drink, he didn't even bother to knock as he turned the handle of the door, stepping inside the office of a certain Meissa Aurelia Riddle. "Honestly, Riddle, are you ignoring my memos now?" he started off, grinning as he sat himself down in the chair on the opposite ride of Meissa's desk, crossing his legs as he leaned his elbows on the armrests, coffee cup held firmly by his right hand as he made elaborate gestures with his left. Tsk, ignoring the poor boy.

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL WHEN HE WENT AWAY

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Along, such an obnoxious little piece of paper that had been brought to life simply to annoy and badger her in a way that suggested the sender actually thought themselves worthy of her precious time, was something that could turn even one of her more attractive moods into a stormy pit that she would not easily crawl out of, but to see the delicate, almost feminine signature that ended the small note, brought a gushing to her ears that reminded her of her many times atop of broomstick. As her eyes flicked side to side, violently ending each line before skipping to the next, there was an obvious twist to the corner of her mouth. The taught line that appeared, stretching her once pouting lips into a grimace of fury was a direct response to the words on the yellow page. It was the look that kept her from pulling her wand from where it slept soundlessly in the deep pockets of her bag and blasting every single air borne intruder from her site with a stream of boiling fire that would make even a dragon look tame. Since she had been a small girl, Meissa had been prone to fits of over reaction, when she had been four, her maid had misplaced her favorite necklace on the particular afternoon that Miss Riddle had decided it would match her miniature outfit perfectly. The resulting scar that had spread from the spell she spat forth from the tip of her Mothers wand was a constant reminder to the young maid that Meissa Riddle would grow to be a woman that many would fear, weather by the force of her wand or the force of her words. Even at twenty one years old, over reactions were common place in her daily life, and those that suffered at the hands of them were loathe to cross her once more, yet the sender of the memo that lay lifelessly on the desk before her, was one of those infuriating people that simply never learnt.

Since there days at school she had been unable to avoid the presence of Albus Potter, and the mere sight of his signature, obnoxiously blazing for her eyes to see was enough to bring back the years of bitterness in one rolling sweep. Yes, Meissa could be unreasonable, and she was fully aware of the fact, but that didn't affect the point that she would never change, if those that were determined to stray into her path were foolish enough to be there, then they more than deserved the wraith she could descend upon them. As if sensing the turmoil bubbling inside the petite girl, the swirling memos still enjoying their fleeting moments of magical life shrunk away from her, choosing to instead circle above the doorframe at the far end of the room.

From the point of view of anyone who would push their way into her room, she would be completely calm, her steely expression never changing to hint at the feeling of fury that was slowly spreading it's way throughout her blood stream and flashing dangerously from her eyes. The tightness in her body was no different from the way she held herself normally, perfectly straight with a grace and elegance that every girl of her stature had been born into, even in this day of age, etiquette was one of the most important lessons for a young girl to learn. With a fierce flip of her hair she leant forward, deft and slender fingers reaching for the clasp on her expensive bag before she pulled it open with a strength that was far from needed. Inside lay an assortment of necessary items that she needed with her at all times, a few quills littered the bottom beside her coin purse and of course, in a small, specifically made pocket lay the long thin shape of her wand. The flash in her eye as her vision connected with the elegant piece of wood was less than sane, but she pulled it from it's slumber without a second thought, pushing her discarded bag to the ground where it sat obediently at her feet. Though the memo that had been addressed to her lay currently discarded and lifeless upon the mahogany surface, there was still a flash of power as she twirled her wand expertly and watched as the paper flew up into the air to be engulfed by a fiery ball of flames that ate at the combustible flesh and made light weight of the delicate note.

With a feeling of satisfaction coursing through her body, and the shape of her lips turning upwards into a smile that could only be described as smug, she gave another wave of her wand and in an instant the remaining ashes of her victim were gone without a trace, leaving the office, once more perfect and in order, despite the fearful memos that still swooped nervously above her door, content to be forgotten until the mood in their recipient was considerably lightened. Now that the annoying little intruder had been dealt with, Meissa reclined back into the comfortable cushions of her chair, her coffee once more between her fingers, sending it's comforting warmth throughout her hands and towards her arms. The small victory, though unknown to anyone had fed her mood and the smug expression was fixed on her face, pride dancing in her eyes as she gazed out of the enchanted window, watching the fake sky with little interest.

Interrupting one of Meissa's proud little moments was not something someone should undertake lightly, and as she caught the movement of her door swing towards her there was a flash of danger in those eyes of hers. Pulling herself up into a position of both hostility and dominance she tautened her jaw against whoever dare barge into her room with such flippant disregard for knocking. For a moment she stood there, a vision of power and indignation for the open corridor to see, but as she saw the perpetrator he felt something bubble inside her that melted the rage instantly, replacing it with an almost helpless sense of disbelief. Catching his words she felt her eyebrows knit together "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about Mr Potter," the icy words laced with a hint of smugness were quick from her lips and she quickly settled back into her chair. The grin on his face as he took a chair, without invitation was already niggling at her nerves and she regarded him with barely contained childish annoyance.

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THREADING WITH ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER.
YOU ARE WHERE IN MEISSA'S OFFICE.
POST STATUS FINISHED
NOTES (:[/CENTER]

[superstition]

So it seems like time has stilled.

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He rubbed a finger against the bottom of his lip, eyeing Meissa as she spoke in an almost smug tone towards him. Others might have been somewhat peeved off by that, but Albus was not 'others'. He had spent seven years with the woman, it was perhaps expected that some sort of tolerance had developed for her. In fact, he was probably one of the few souls that could. Merlin knew that outside of the Slytherin house, he highly doubted she had many friends, what with her being a Riddle and the pure-blood ideals- Albus had mentioned her to his parents before, conveniently leaving out her last name just to gauge for a reaction if he were to suddenly decide to invite his friends to spend the holidays at Godric's Hollow. And when he said friends, it meant her by extension. Goodness knows what type of relationship they had, but surely friends didn't fire hexes at each other some times just because they wanted to.

Why yes, Albus was guilty of having hexed the other once in his life, only because she had done it a few times before, and he was tired for it being a one-sided battle. His parents had merely shrugged, stating with a sort of weariness that it was to be expected from these type of families. Albus could just forget trying to earn their favour - his half-blood status wouldn't earn him any sort of friendship. However, Albus, the optimistic believer he was, didn't buy a word that his parents said, and had tried his best to friend them. Not with fancy flowers and gifts: the idea itself was silly at best. Nah, he had done things for them like a true member of the house, trying his best to prove that he did belong here, and they really couldn't chase him out no matter what. Heck, he acted like a true Slytherin, merciless when he played Quidditch against his brother on the other team, or his sister. He was a believer in the ways of Slytherin - not the whole pureblood business, but that they were indefinitely superior in certain ways. Look at his intelligence as compared to his siblings, eh? Anyhow, certainly, this had earned him stable company and friendship in the Slytherin family, and everyone knew that Meissa's companions were drawn to him too, which was how he made her first proper acquaintance. Why yes, the one at the Great Hall didn't come. She thought he was dirt, or something of that sort.

Snapping out of his reverie as he stared at Meissa once more, Albus tilted his head a side, resting his weight heavily on his left arm while balancing the coffee cup in the other. "Playing coy, Riddle? Ah well, can't say I didn't expect that," he confessed, knowing that it was true. When was Meissa ever innocent? Saying that was as good as saying that her mother was not a Death Eater, but Bellatrix Lestrange was definitely a Death Eater, as Albus fully well knew. He had read books of History after that disgusting Acceptable in History of Magic in his fifth year in order to boost his grades. Why yes, he really hated failure, a sourpuss he was when it came to that matter. The A grade had hit him rather hard, since studying and work seemed to be his forte, after all. Lily and James had complained that he had spent far too long in the library after that, but how was he to explain that he really did want to make up that grade? Goodness knows how that would look on his resume, after all. And besides, the hard work paid off, evident by his list of O's that decorated his graduating degree. His last Oustanding, it was his lowest score in comparison to the rest, but because the increase was startling enough, Albus found that he really didn't care what his score was. Employers would simply look at the degree and just marvel at the number of O's, not the score. And that was all he needed to clinch his dream job.

Giving her a grin once again, the sly boy that he was, he decided to challenge her on that point. "Besides, when did you ever not know anything? Wouldn't believe you'd let anything get pass you,"[/b] he pointed out nonchalantly, not even vaguely embarrassed to have complimented her, or that she wouldn't even accept that compliment. Like he said, seven years made him build up some insanely thick skin, if you got his drift. Moving to sip from his coffee cup again as he rubbed his eyes, he thought back to the memo that he had sent. An interview. Merlin damn it, just a bloody interview was all he needed for her. As Unspeakables, they needed to keep records of everything, for when the time came this information would prove to be crucial. He had been left the members of the Slytherin house, with their pure-blood superior complex and confidence to interview. So far, he had gotten some members of his house, but the Riddle family was something that the Department hadn't started on. So naturally he was sent on this (almost) impossible mission to procure information out of the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister. In his pocket he had a permit to gather information from her from the Minister himself, given how he was fully supportive of this project, and he could use it anytime he wanted to. However, if Albus could, he really didn't want to have to let a small piece of paper reign over Meissa's authority, and rather she be a willing participant instead of a sour face at the thought of being interviewed by him. Hey, he wasn't that bad- was he? Nah, he really wasn't. Green eyes focused on her face, Albus smirked under the cover of his hand, before moving it to run through his hair, and then returning to rest on the armrest once again.

"The memo, Meissa. The memo," he stressed, knowing fully well he had sent one earlier. Don't blame him for barging in, then, since though he hadn't announced his arrival, the lack of a reply would very well explain why he thought it fit to come in, would it not?

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL WHEN HE WENT AWAY

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Deep inside her mind, the girl that reclined once more against the padded cushions of her plush velvet chair, a perfect picture of relaxation and poise, knew that her reaction had been deeply childish, almost embarrassingly so to admit, but there were very few moments in her life that she had been willing to admit a fault within herself and with the presence of Albus Potter looming over her, she wasn't about to make another landmark in her life. Watching his small movements with a calculating expression that never left him, she plucked her coffee cup once more from the table, holding it protectively in her grasp while she waited in a surprisingly patient way for his rebuttal. When it came she knew it would be as infuriating to her as every inch of his body he presented to her presently. No matter how Meissa fought, she couldn't push back the feeling of annoyance that coursed through her veins at the sight of him, nor could she deny the feeling of shame that followed when she realised how much it upset her to think she couldn't be the bigger person and accept him. The man was simply like her kryptonite in that muggle comic book, no matter how she tried, she couldn't let him in.

It was because of this that it was so easy for the two to relapse into their old ways, sniping at each other constantly when work was left undone and even firing of spells when their tempers and words could not completely convey their feelings. It was definitely always interesting when the two were together, even in such a situation as this their verbal sword fights were enough to leave many perplexed. Simply because they could not understand why such a fued had lasted so long. Where has many of their generation had learnt the lesson of their parents and learnt to forgive and forget, it was altogether harder for Meissa, she was the daughter of Tom Riddle, her father had tried to take over the world, kill every muggle born and half breed and attempted to murder the man before hers father, numerous times. It was hardly a leading introduction when they had first met, 'hey let's share stories about how our parents fought to the death,' it didn't sound nice to her, therefore she had lapsed into the only way she had known how, projecting an icy exterior to all she believed deserved it. Albus Potter and his family had of course been set in that group, it was an automatic defense, she did, after all, have a reputation to uphold.

Though her patience was very short, she had learnt from their years together that Albus required a much longer space of time and a certain amount of leeway before she was allowed to start drawing her wand. Watching as he obnoxiously relaxed in her chair that she had still not offered him, she felt her stiletto heeled foot begin to tap impatiently in the dark recess beneath her desk. Though her legs were crossed and taut, she just couldn't keep the tension in her body at bay sometimes. With an expertly practiced look of innocence, she regarded the man before her, allowing his words to settle over her as her piercing emerald eyes widened in a look of mock confusion that would have fooled the best of actors if they had been sat before her. Unfortunately, even without years of professional training, Albus could detect such a note of insincerity in her. Another point of him that had constantly niggled at her emotions for all these years. Coy Mr Potter? I'm afraid I am still uncertain of what you are trying to get at the forced sugary tone of her voice stung even her ears as the fakery dripped from every word.

His ability to fix such a foolish smile on his face at ever moment brought her sullen expression quickly crashing back down across her features, cloaking the innocent mask once more in the more familiar expression that rarely left her face during work hours, after all there were few things to brighten her day or lift her spirits in a job such as this. It wasn't that Meissa did not enjoy the job she had landed herself, it was both prestigious and once she had served here for a few more years, any job in the country would be hers, hell she could even go on to be Minister of Magic, though she knew the thought was preposterous, she could imagine the jeers now. He Who Must Not Be Named daughter takes the wheel of the country, drives out all that are unpure to create her new world. The daydream brought a obvious smile to her face, and it was the curling of her mouth unconsciously that brought her back to the room she was currently sitting in, and the dilemma that had presented itself in the shape of Albus Potter.

I cannot be responsible lack of direction and talent in my superiors Potter, the words were obviously meant to be a scathing attack on himself, but she kept the dripping poison from her words with obvious effort. The small stroke of her ego had slipped past entirely, it had been hidden far too deeply in falsity for her liking and she preferred to earn her praise form viable sources. With both of them now sipping from their respective coffee vessels, the room hung in a strangely comfortable silence, patiently awaiting whichever was willing to break its spell. Of course it would be Meissa, she had to have both the first word and the last word and the sight of the man rubbing his weary eyes was enough to set her off. Tired Potter? Would you like me to organize a holiday for you? there was no mistaking how she enjoyed pointing out such a weakness in her rival, but her tone was not offensive, dripping with the teasing of a young girl. Allowing him to redirect the subject once more she took a mouthful of boiling coffee, wincing at the way it was already cooling. Yes the memo Albus, what is it that is so important about this memo in particular? I have many, as her words cut off her slender arm indicated the small swarm of still swooping pieces of paper in the corner of her room. They were beginning to slow but their movements were still impressive.

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THREADING WITH ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER.
YOU ARE WHERE IN MEISSA'S OFFICE.
POST STATUS FINISHED
NOTES (:[/CENTER]

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I guess we'll be believers.

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A grin on his face once again as she seemed somewhat sour at his presence, he assured himself he was doing a fine job of annoying the hell out of her. Albus was no mean kid - he really didn't have a mean bone in his body, his siblings had theorized - but over the years at Hogwarts, Meissa had been nothing but an influence to him when it came to teasing people. Or rather, as his family eloquently put it, pranking people. While George and Fred Weasley - rest in peace for the latter - had been once the kings of pranking, there was no fear that this trait hadn't been passed down to their children. For one, the rest of the Weasley family played serious pranks, and this time roping in the help of the Potters by family extension. Albus could remember the days when he hadn't a rest as he continued planning for his siblings and cousins at their requests, their victim always some unfortunate but forgiving victim: wise choices. He certainly couldn't carry out one, but he was excellent in directing it. The mastermind, so they called. With his childhood of pranking and Meissa's influence, Albus had slowly developed a fond attachment to teasing and making people slightly rattled. Not mad, per se, but he always seemed to achieve that level with Meissa, even when he didn't intend to. His mere presence seemed to cause her a lot of distress. He would relieve her of it, but well. His Slytherin trait of being somewhat amused at other's distress showed here, for there was something positively amusing at watching her get mad at him. Was it the color that rose to her cheeks? Or how she looked somewhat uncomfortable, more so when he was present? It was nice to get a change from her.

If he played his cards right, Albus predicted, like any brilliant strategist, that she would be pulling her wand out on him within the next few sentences they had exchanged. Her short temper, or perhaps short tolerance for him, could very well lead to such a situation. However, he knew he really couldn't get into much harm. For one, she was the Junior Undersecretary. She had a reputation, after all. No fatal hexes would possibly come out, because he highly doubted that in the Ministry, a spell like that would go unnoticed. Especially when it originated from the Junior Undersecretary's office. The place was littered with Aurors, after all, and any one of them could probably bust in. Warded or not, there were curse breakers in the Ministry at anytime, and they too could efficiently deal with the wards. Then the cavalry would come in with their wands at ready, and what'd you know? Albus Severus Potter, son of The Boy - well, the man now, really - Who Lived, Assistant to the Head of the Department of Mysteries, at the hands of Meissa Aurelia Riddle? What a stain on the name of the Ministry! If the Minister was smart, he'd probably hide the situation, but word spread fast, especially with such a juicy tale like this. Riddle vs Potter, the second generation? Rita Skeeter, if what he heard about her was true, would have a field day.

Smirking in spite of himself, he forced himself to have some sort of interested look as she replied, and curtly inclined his head. "So you say,"[/color] he said, his answer vague and his expression all-knowing. He wasn't looking smug - that was her specialty, not his. Instead, however, he looked like he knew something she didn't, which was true. Waving his left hand effortlessly, he made a bid to try and summon the memo he had sent her this morning, for it should have been sent here prior to this. Wordlessly, however, his spells didn't seem to be working, for no note was flying into his hand's reach. He raised an eyebrow at that, wondering what was going on, but kept his curiosity to himself, the smile still intact as he looked at her. "Didn't get my memo?"[/color] he asked innocently, somewhat worried about the fact he couldn't even summon it - such a simple spell! - from amongst the pile of those fluttering at the corner of the room. He cast a wary glance there, wondering if perhaps his magic had dulled, but it didn't seem that way. Directing his gaze back to Meissa, he offered a grin, all the same.

"I assure you though, it wasn't about wanting a holiday, although that would be good. But I've got the weekend off - dinner with the family, extended included."[/color] He was referring to the Weasleys, for despite their clashing schedules, they had some days in the year where they were all free, and together they would head to the burrow and eat their meal together. Hey, Molly Weasley, despite her age, could still cook an excellent meal. Don't mess with the Weasley Matriach. Seven kids and still standing. That took some serious skill. Flashing Meissa a smile, he continued evenly, "Which reminds me. We should have dinner sometime, too. Get some old friends and what no. I do miss the rest."[/color] Potter or not, Albus had gathered for himself some friends from the house of Salazar Slytherin, and being the sentimental man he was, he did miss them. However though, he did steer the conversation back to the reason why he was even in her office in the first place. "Ah, but it did include information about a certain project I'm in charge of." Looking for a trace of recognition on her face, he wondered once again what had happened to his note. He knew he had sent it - even a salutation as it left - but where was it now? "Of which, I need your utmost participation."[/color]

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For the first few months or so, since Meissa and Albus had been thrown together in the same house at their school, she had tried in vain to avoid him and as fate dealt her a similar hand once she entered the prestigious halls of the Ministry of Magic she had once again, tried to ignore the presence that had been niggling at the edge of her vision for the past seven years. Now however, after years as colleagues the ground had been tested far more times than it had when they had younger, both pushing the other to degrees that they would not have been permitted to do politely as children. There was no one to tear them apart when they flew at each other in flits of childish rage and if one were to let lose a few sparks of a sly spell, then there would be no detention to greet them as a repercussion of their actions. Perhaps they really should have stuck to avoiding each other, no matter how hard it had proven to be, or maybe ignorance would have been bliss if their superiors hadn't been hell bent on thrusting them together on pieces of work that needed the collaborated efforts of an Unspeakable and one of the Ministers closest allies.

At times, Meissa loathed her job and though to everyone else, it was a most enviable position that many would have slit the throat of their cherished childhood teacher, the work load that was dumped upon her was far from attractive. Though she was at the top of the food chain when it came to people such as Albus, she was still the little fish in a big pond when it came to the rest of her team. Something she had never enjoyed, from a young age she had resented anyone attempting to tell her what to do or force her into doing something that she took little pleasure from. Typical traits of a child that she had pulled head first into adulthood to make her a less than amiable person in situations such as this. So, that the man who sat before her, had the gaul to try and pull rank on her and force her into doing his bidding was close to unbelievable to her. Little did she know that it was about to become worse, she clenched the taut muscles in her jaw angrily, a small reflex that kept her from ordering one of the circling memos to dive bomb the proud potter and attack his pretty face. Flexing the muscles in her hand reflectively to ease the pressure that was building inside it, a sort of itch if you will, to make a grab for the one weapon she had always had since an age that was far from legal. The grin on his face was enough to cause such a reaction in her, it was as if their DNA was made to repel, whenever he came close to her, even if he were being perfectly charming there was always something beneath it that she placed as insincere, like he was was mocking her in some way, it was that feeling that overwhelmed her now, and no one mocked Meissa Riddle.

Either state your business of get out Potter the harsh tone of her voice cut through the air in a very final tone, the line had been crossed and her patience had been exhausted, he would know this immediately from years of experience trying to make her react in this very way. His annoying immunity to her had allowed him to act in such a way since they had first met, brushing off anything she threw at him with a nonchalance that was both infuriating and enviable, not that she would ever admit to such a thing. The traits he held were extremely recognizable to her, they were the same that her own brother often exercised in her presence, intent only on winding her so tightly that she would finally snap and draw her wand on him in flurry of furious words and curses that he always managed to block. After all, when someone was trying to coax a reaction, it was a lot easier to protect oneself from something you knew was already coming. Meissa was an easy target for such attacks, she was easy to read at times and in some respects her heart was worn comfily on her sleeve.

It infuriated her to feel the length of her body fight so furiously against the restraint she was practising, the show of weakness was an insult to her name, and that someone such as Albus Potter could exploit it to such a degree was a disgrace. Every word that slid from between his lips was moulded to bring forth more irritation, and though she knew it, knew with every breath he took he sought to raise the heckles on her back, she couldn't deny him his quarry. The only small pleasure she did receive however, was to watch him wave his hand stupidly around himself, in a bid to summon the combusted memo that she had so efficiently disposed of only moments before. With eyes once more filled with mock innocence, laced visibly with a smugness that he would not missed she gave him a questioning look Something wrong Potter? At least her anger was good for something, she destroyed any evidence without even a second thought, a trait she would love to use on the man before her. Though the puzzled expression on his face would suffice for now, and the pleasure that coursed through her helped dissolve the tension in her limbs so she could lean back once more.

That's lovely, though I hardly see an interest in how you and your disgraceful family choose to spend their free time, personally she could think of nothing worse than spending her day surrounded by his family and those numerous blood traitors that attached themselves to the group, she still, to this day, could not imagine how or why Scorpius could bear to be part of such a monstrosity. A darkened cloud settled over her features at his offer, I don't think those that you associate yourself with would be too delighted with my company Potter, from what she had heard, the few people he did keep in touch with were far beneath her, Gabriella Wickson? How absurd. Any that she saw as worthy were seen by her as frequently as he could guess in the small group they still placed faith in. What idiot would put you in charge of a project? with her new found relaxation, her normal voice had returned and the slow drawl was as infuriating to many as his smile. Placing a small lip on her full lips she kept her face a mask as he examined her, no doubt trying to find some hint that she knew what he was talking about, it would be to no avail of course, the perfect mask was the reason she was sat in this office today. I see, well I do so love to be at your disposal.

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Fate often makes a fool out of everyone. And Albus was more than willing to attest to that. After all, they had it set against him from the moment whichever deity had thought it damn wise to tell his parents to give him the name Albus Severus. As if Potter wasn't enough - Albus and Severus just had to tag along with it. Albus had made too much of a reputation of his name to ever think of changing his name anymore. A good reputation, at the least, built from scratch and by his own hands, not of any of his family's - immediate or extended. That is, if a good reputation was considered good when the name of Riddles were often mentioned along with his name. His friendship - or love/hate relationship, as most people termed it - with them was anything but not famous. Heck, a sentence involving his name simply could not do without the word Riddle in it. Their relationship was infamous at best, although the Riddles would probably kill him for giving them such a term. Salazar (and Albus) knew how much emphasis they put on pride. Nonetheless, it was no secret that he considered the Riddle sisters among his list of close friends, and no bigger secret that he and Meissa and Semella had been working in the Ministry as long as time could tell (five years, in case you're wondering, but who's counting?). It was here that fate really made a fool out of him. Honestly, what had it been thinking (or drinking) to allow the Riddle sisters and the middle Potter boy to be in more contact than one would consider normal? Surely it just wanted blood to be shed.

In which case, Albus was pretty sure and willing to bet that Meissa would be more than happy to provide it with. As he watched with a trained eye, Meissa's expressions were being carefully controlled, no doubt to prevent him from knowing anything she didn't want him to possess knowledge of. He couldn't deny the cheeky smile that came out when she started speaking to him in harsh tones. Revealing her sentiments so early into the game? How unlike her. "And I will, if you would but take a deep breath and allow me to take my time. You're busy, but this is important." And for good measure, plus to sustain his bragging rights, he added casually, "And it's backed by the one that is of higher than you, the Minister himself." A triumphant glint in his eyes that disappeared as fast as it came, Albus laced his fingers together, resting his chin on the support that his hands had formed. His earlier annoyance at the fact that he couldn't wandlessly nor wordlessly summon his memo had now faded out, since he had discovered something else to probe her with. As such, he couldn't say there was much of a problem when Meissa, out of sheer kindness (or the need to find something to taunt him with) asked whether everything was okay.

Everything was beyond okay, of course.

His smile said it all, really. And as he forced himself to not take insult about his family - he was very protective of it, and it was the one thing that he didn't like anyone to talk about in such a tone - Albus shook his head at her words. "Maybe because you've never had time to spend it with your family. I assure you, mine is dysfunctional in ways, but I love it all the same. And they are not disgraceful. I make it a point not to insult yours. I do hope you'll do the same." His tone was pleasant, but it was undeniable that a hint of a warning had crept into his speech as he concluded effortlessly, green eyes flashing dangerously with anger, before he closed his eyes, blinking once and no longer revealing any of his previous feelings. Rubbing his temples as she started making assumptions about his choice of company, he merely raised an eyebrow, replying curtly, "And your choice of company is questionable too, but you don't see me bothering you about it. Nonetheless, I was referring to the Slytherins. Semella, no doubt, and perhaps the rest. Alycone, if she is willing." The boy adorned a small smile on his face, trying to steer this conversation to less hostile waters as he did so. He wasn't one for temper, but there was no doubt that he had inherited this feature from his mother and the Weasley family. When Albus did get mad, it was certainly something to be feared, as his father and her father had once been.

"My head of department, of course," he replied with a tinge of smugness, more than happy to share with her that he had been given the trust of one of the more senior officials of the Ministry. Rubbing his chin as he paused for a moment, letting the fact that he was becoming important sink into her most reluctant mind, Albus than continued. "And I am most glad that you are willing to help. After all, a documentary about the war cannot be completely unless I'm done interviewing everyone. And I do mean everyone. You are on the list, as is Semella, and the rest of my family. Although, that part is taken by my superior. Anyone not related to me by blood, at least. Since Riddles and Potters have no connection, the Head saw no reason why I shouldn't be assigned to interviewing you." Tapping his finger on the table as he returned his attention back to his coffee duly, he waited for some sort of response from Meissa. After all, he had but dropped a bombshell on her - Albus was demanding information about her life, and this move was not only backed by the entire Department of Mysteries. The Minister had signed and delivered his assurance that this subject would receive his full support.

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

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Patience was something that Meissa was rarely able to grasp, it had not been one of virtues she had been taught as a child, s well as kindness and many of the others. After all, why should someone who had an arrogance the size of a girl like her need to have patience for another? They surely should be ready, at her beck and call to adhere to her every whim and wish, it was however, because of this that in situations usually involved Albus Potter, that her tolerance for his behavior was extremely low. After a while however she managed to take hold of herself by the metaphorical neck and force herself to relax, breathe deeply and remember that the being in front of her was just that, Albus Potter, a man and nothing else, he had no power over and he had no intention of doing anything more serious than making her rise against him in a challenge of wits. Such realization always sought to extend the time she could spend him his presence and as she rose the 'anti albus' walls that she had affectionately named once she had found out they would be working side by side often, she fixed an almost pleasant small on those delicate rosebud lips of hers that were so deceivingly sweet.

Peering at him with an expectant look on her face she prepared herself to handle the situation with a little more tact from now on. If he hadn't simply barged in, in the middle of her rage of unnecessary annoyance at the army of memos, she might have allowed him breathing space sooner than this, but she doubted he minded, the chances were that he was enjoying himself immensely, as he always seemed to in her presence. Who'd have logically thought it? The spawn of the two greatest enemies in existence sat at a table trading witty quips and exasperated words without feeling the need to, seriously pull the wand on each other. After all, no matter how many times she entertained the thought of causing him serious bodily harm, she never truly would unless he stood in her way when her target was unreachable, something she openly admitted she would not enjoy. Their strange twisted friendship, was after all, what made work so interesting. Ready for his scathing reply she settled herself, lacing elegant fingers through each other as she rested them against the expensive surface that was her prized desk, leaning forwards slightly to engage herself in the situation. Many would be surprised by her sudden change in reaction and the mellow air that had descended upon her as she listened to his words. My deep breath has been taken Albus, continue not only were the words less curt than usual the change from surname to forename wouldn't go unnoticed by him that he had been triumphant in softening her. Though all good boats must be rocked and she felt a hardening of her face begin as he mentioned her superiors. Meissa did not deal with authority well and to learn he was here on the business of the Minister did not bode well for her being able to force him to leave here empty handed. Pushing past it she fixed him with a look that would convey her need for urgency, whether it was genuine or not. Please get to the point.

It was so much more fun to portray herself as the little angel once more, sweetness and sugar wrapped up in a candy case that could never be broken, and she continued to regard him amiably through her emerald windowed eyes. It was evident a nerve had been struck, as it always was when Meissa's poisoned words got a hold of the situation regarding Albus's family, and it was also evident that she was suddenly enjoying herself immensely with the way he attempted to fire it back at her. If there was one thing she was used to however, it was personal attacks at her family unit, there wasn't a man, woman or child in this entire wizarding world that did not have an opinion on Tom Riddle, Bellatrix Lestrange and their spawn so it meant little to her to hear him attempt to insult them. I admit, I do find it hard to have precious family time whilst my Father is rotting away in jail and my Mother has become a senile old hag the sugary tone to her voice hinted very obviously at the problem she had with such a situation but she moved on It also does not help whilst your own hoard attempt to steal treasures from my family a reference, of course, to Scorpius. The hint of anger was enough for her and she broke into the first full and genuine smile she had given since he had first walked into her midst, oh she was a cruel little girl wasn't she. Watching the obvious discomfort, even if it was from a friend gave her a sense of pride that she could not help. When the subject shifted to their friends her interest dipped slightly, Semella and Alycone were ever present figures in her life of course, one being her sister and the other being her half sister after all, she did not feel the need for a reunion. Though I'm sure to be surrounded by such jewels would be a delight for yourself, it is not an uncommon occurrence for myself, if you should wish the next time we enjoy a sisterly day out I shall be sure to invite you.

As the subject drifted back to work she felt her interest slip further, it was evident Albus was leading up to some large bombshell that would undoubtedly annoy the living daylights out of her, but he was taking his time with it and the effect was beginning to wane. Regarding him with boredom once more he heard his small brag and ignored it easily, waiting for him to move on. When the bomb finally came, it understandably landed square straight on her head, making her freeze slightly. A documentary? she half spat the words as if they were poisonous, why had she not been notified on such a subject? Strangers had no right to pry into her life like this, if they wanted a documentary about the war why didn't they try questioning the glorious Harry Potter rather than bothered those that were not involved. Regaining her composure she stretched her fingers carefully, the long nails taking on the effect of claws. I'm afraid I cannot help you, my memories of that time are of course non existent the smug smile wasn't necessary but she was gripping at straws, she hadn't been alive during the war and the after effects in her family were of no business to people like Albus Potter.

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THREADING WITH ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER.
YOU ARE WHERE IN MEISSA'S OFFICE.
POST STATUS FINISHED
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"they are but a few. but yes, I'd thank you to do that. I'd drag Scorpius along, even if he might kill me for it."

[/color] he smiled earnestly at the idea, even if between Semella and Meissa, they might take his eye out if they truly did go out together. half sisters or not, they certainly had a sisterly bond. while Albus doubted it was as deep as the one that he and his siblings shared - he loved James and Lily more than life, but something told Albus that Meissa would gladly let any of her siblings take the fall, especially that brother of hers - Meissa was certainly close to them as she could possibly be, from an outsider's point of view. possibly he had listed the wrong names in that conversation. perhaps he should have thrown in the others from their house, like the fellow Lestranges and what not. he gave a small laugh when she said that she found it hard to have family gatherings, when her family was so wondrously spread out across the world and way off from where they should be. "I would know,"[/color] he mused quietly, when she talked about their locations. his father had been more than responsible for where they were now. telling him was unnecessary. he had read it all, heard it all, and from his father's own memory, seen it all.

he laughed, when she said that they had stolen treasures from her family. "you wanted to marry Scorpius that badly?"[/color] he asked, lifting an eyebrow as he stared at her, not sure what to think. "and believe me, I had nothing to do with it. Rose was all for it, and Scorpius was more than glad to welcome her. if you've got issues, take it up with Malfoy Jr."[/color] Albus believed his family was certainly not at fault. Rose had always been a pretty girl, looking like a true blue Weasley with her flaming red hair. she had been named the most beautiful out of the family, Louis, Dominique and Victoire clearly not counting because of their veela blood. they were naturally pretty, and Albus was not silly enough to contest that. however, when it came to the question of the fact that Meissa did not enjoy family gatherings as he did, he said sincerely, "then I'd be more than glad to invite you to mine. you can stick with me, and the rest of my family can either love you or hate me too."[/color] this was probably one of the more prominent flaws in Albus; his stubbornness at certain situations. protocol could suck it, really, just like those who protested about blood purity. people were always going to marry Muggles, like it or not. if you killed all the Muggles in the world, purebloods and halfbloods were certainly not going to force themselves to fall in love with each other to procreate. the Wizarding population would end like that, if such a thing were to be enforced.

a devilish smile spread across his lips as she said that she had taken a deep breath, before laughing. loudly. his amusement on this was clear, as his eyes threatened to water while he wiped the corners of it in a mock show of tearing. "my advice being taken seriously for once. I never thought I'd live to see the day."[/color] he grinned broadly, ruffling his hair and taking yet another sip of his coffee. green eyes disappearing and reappearing as he blinked, he listened and smiled at Meissa as she insisted he get to the point. impatience was something she had, while he considered and prided himself on being a very patient man. when he wanted something, he would definitely get something. was she tired of foreshadowing, already? nonetheless, Albus did oblige in the end, speeding up slightly and picking only points he knew would either infuriate her or satisfy her curiosity. for his amusement, both would be pleasant, but for his safety, the former could be ignored. and because Meissa loved the boy like there was no tomorrow, she certainly would just let her curiosity be satisfied. and not get angry. right?

wrong, he thought miserably, as he listened to her snap at him and the requests that he had relayed. "my reaction, save less harsh and perhaps more curious. they're documenting everything."[/color] his tone was formal, one he assumed when office business was suddenly the focus of the conversation. "and they're questioning everyone."[/color] he lifted an eyebrow again when she said that she couldn't help him about the war, the smile on his lips was probably most unexpected. "that's what I told them, but hey, just doing my job. just tell what you know of your parents, that's all. it's pretty easy, and I'll make it painless Meissa. trust me."[/color] her first name had been utilised in his address, the name oddly different from Riddle but sliding off his tongue easily. "I volunteered for this, really. decided I didn't want anyone else poking around, so I'd interview the Riddles and the LeStranges."[/color] so he had been assigned, but that was under due consideration that he had told his Head that he wanted this part. his family was certainly someone he could not interview - I could tell you, but then I'd have to Obliviate you sort of status, but the Riddles and LeStranges he was pretty sure he could handle. quick, painless, they wouldn't even know he had been there. and they were two of the more prominent families, after all.

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The show of sympathy did nothing to her, she did not want others opinion on her heritage and she would not take a note of pity if one chose to try and comfort her because she had grown up without a Father ever present in her life, and with a female figure that was less than stable. Yes you would there wasn't any hidden meaning behind her words and she had little interest in this little meeting he was dreaming up.

Some subjects were just too delicate for anyone but her closet friends to discuss, and by the way her eyes darkened furiously as the storm set in and the flesh tautened around her mouth it was evident that albus had dared to bring such a subject to the tip of his tongue. It was a shame that her wand was so far away from her at that instant as he spoke so foolishly of Meissa's childhood sweetheart or there would be very little left of Mr Potter as he currently sat their lounging obnoxiously in the comfortable chair of her office. As far as tethers went, Meissa was unusually short and as he dangled inches from the end she had to admit the cruel side of her lurked. I would rather stab out my own eyes Potter than go anywhere near your family at that moment in time, as she spat the words from her lips with a venom that could only be caused by his previous words that she had so far ignored, she meant every part of the utterance. As for that disgusting cousin of his, it was had been a wise career move to not tread the halls of the ministry that Meissa held so tightly in her grasp.

It was infuriating how she could do a complete 360 in a single moment and then immediately be fired back to her usual furious self. After his insulting remark that would have, no doubt, had much more of an effect than he would ever have expected upon her, she was leaning heavily on the hate side of their love hate relationship. The laugh did nothing to thaw her and she kept the icy intensity of her gaze fixed on the crinkling features of his face, waiting for the mirth to pass and his next little quip. Well I suppose I need to make mistakes to learn from them the drawl still held no warmth and not even the small humor from herself could save the exchange.

Obviously taken a back by her reaction, Albus slipped into business mode, a side of himself that she found much easier to handle because it showed little emotion. No matter how he phrased his words however she would not budge, she was not some parrot that would speak when told to. I am afraid I have to repeat myself Potter her tone echoed his from only a moment before, aloof and business like as she spoke once more my memories are my own, the Ministry has no business on the subject, I will not be a character witness for the people that raised me it was evident by her words that she was done with the subject, there would be no interview unless the Minister herself threatened her employment, and only then would she yield begrudgingly. Not only was this little game a notch at her pride, it was an insult, to pry into her precious years showed little respect for herself, she was not just a statistic or side effect because her Father had tried to take over the world.

With a sickly sweet smile the only thing hiding her lingering anger she leant forward over her desk, hands resting interlaced on the wood That's awfully gentlemanly of you but I am afraid you will have to get your information elsewhere, you never know, my sisters might be more accommodating finality at his best.

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( STILL A SINNER )

Albus was not stupid, nor stubborn. so it was obvious that he would willingly admit that he simply could not figure Meissa out sometimes. a minute before she had been fine, and a minute later she was ready to tear at his throat again. his disappointment was well hidden, but he couldn't say that he approved of such behavior. if he had been a less tolerant person, such behavior would have already earned her a hexing. but seven years - and more, really - of spending time together, and because he was such a sentimentalist, he couldn't bring himself to hex her. it was uncouth, unrighteous, and he wouldn't do it. not at all, unless she started first. in such a situation, he'd be unwilling, but to not draw his wand was to send him to certain death. he furrowed his brow at her bitter tone, before shaking his head. "and before I remind you that I really do like my family, I'd like to say that if you don't want to, then fine. saying it nicely wouldn't be that bad."

[/color] he was protective of his family, and fiercely protective. Slytherins protected their own kind, and because of the fact that Albus was a Slytherin and his family was his own kind, he was very protective of them. so much that his previous justifications about hexing would be easily thrown aside if she didn't tone it down. "besides, you seem fine with Louis, anyway."[/color] his cousin, from his Uncle Bill and Fleur; prettier than most of the family, and definitely family, but oddly distant despite their similar ages. closer to Lily, he figured, since they had been in the same house, although he didn't really care for the rumors that had been around when he had still been schooling about his cousin. said rumors were better left unsaid.

"perhaps,"[/color] he conceded, before drawing the conversation onto another path. a safer path, marginally. his eyes narrowed slightly when she said that she could offer no assistance. she was a stubborn person, or so she had portrayed herself to be. "you really have no choice. what the Ministry wants, the Ministry gets."[/color] his words held truth in them, and Meissa, having been here at the Ministry slightly longer than him, would understand the truth of these words. he had seen things that the Ministry wanted to be kept under wraps. the line applied. I could tell you, but then I'd have to Obliviate you. a Charm he was most proficient in, thanks to his job. if he wanted, he was welcome to switch careers to the Obliviator department, given his ability and aptitude with the one charm that they all knew. however, he couldn't let himself be distracted from the situation at hand, and he returned his attention to her again. what else could he do, but attempt to speak logic to her? "I could let you go today, but my Head would take it up. and if you reject him, then there's only one more person he'll go to. and that's the last person you'd want, I'm sure,"[/color] he replied smoothly, his green eyes holding firm as he spoke. she didn't want the interview, and he certainly could do nothing about it. but he had offered all the chances. he placed all the facts on the table, and since her refusal was evident, he could do nothing to salvage it.

the case was out of his hands now, as it was obviously. "I can't say I didn't try, then."[/color] he had resumed nonchalance, once again. "and your sisters might, but your brother is someone I don't want to touch. last I checked, he was the one Riddle who loathed me more than you."[/color] he repressed a shudder at the thought of the oldest Riddle. if there was one thing he disliked, it was how the oldest Riddle really thought him as rubbish. while he didn't like the idea of being famous because of his name, he thought he'd been pretty alright in gaining a reputation by his own hands. but the brother thought different. apparently. nonetheless, since she advised going to her sisters, Albus would do so. but the brother he would be more than glad to hand over to his Head of department. even if he and the eldest Riddle were startlingly alike, it was obvious that they didn't get along superbly. like poles repel. and that was a fact.

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Rarely, it came to the point where Meissa had simply had enough. Such a time usually came about halfway through a Death Eater's meeting where some inane argument had broken out and fully grown witches and wizards had taken to flourishing their wands at each other in a comical fashion as if such a disagreement actually warranted a reaction like that. Such childish behavior was rarely rewarded by her and much like now she reached the point where her tolerance had reached it's exhaustion. Not only was the man that she found, singularly, the most annoying entity on the planet, sat before her in her office as if he owned the place, he had brought news that, even on a good day would not serve well to the messenger. Moments like this almost made her forget that in a crowded government building like this it would take only moments to track her down and lock her for eternity behind the steel bars of the Wizarding Prison Azkaban and reunite her violently with her dear Father. What was easier to overlook was, her genuine affection for Albus Potter, an affection that was very temperamental and often fluctuated or depleted depending on his behavior.

To argue over his despicable family and how he attempted to defend them was far too tame to quieten the roaring anger that was billowing through her blood, tainting every inch of her with a hated for the man that was Albus Potter and his superiors. Grinding her teeth in a way that she half suspected was audible, she balled the delicate fists of her hand tightly together, her eyes fixed upon his own counterparts as they became a window to the genuine fury taking over her mind. It hadn't been a good move, to sent a biological antagonist to antagonize her further and she knew Albus would have known this and no doubt have delighted himself with the possibility of forcing her to hex his ears right off his face. The muted reaction he gave to her verbal assault only annoyed her further, the amount of times they had almost come to magical blows over her descriptions of his blood relatives were numerous after all. Ignoring the quip about Louis she kept her disapproving eyes upon him, nothing muted about her feelings. Louis had been different to her for a reason she could not place her finger on, just as Albus was different to her even if she would refuse to admit this to the general public.

It was evident she was about to win the battle, even if the war was far from over, and she could feel the bubble of anger receded as it reached her maximum, for years she had reigned herself in from her true reactions to situations, many a time she had longed to turn her wand on people and caused them to scream in agony, tearing cries of mercy from their lips as blood poured from their body, but she had been forced to walk away, Azkaban was not an attractive idea to her, and she was no fool. It was such a fierce discipline that allowed her to masquerade in such a job, not even Albus could fathom the lengths to which she would go to to further her cause, and though he may see her as nothing but a stuck up frigid girl, it did not make such a thing true.

I will take my chances with the Minister there was an unmistakeable finality about it all, and though Meissa knew it was futile to keep her stubbornness up this high, she would not conceded to her inferiors, if the Minister chose to threaten her job on such a subject, which she doubted he would be foolish enough to do, she would decide her fate upon that moment, for now, she would continue her outrage at the thought of sharing such intimate thoughts with the daughter of her father's enemy. Don't feel so defeated Potter, you never had a chance the feeling of pride she felt as it seeped through the anger was evident, and the sarcastic tone of her words was infuriating, just how she preferred it. As her own family reared their head in the conversation she couldn't help the small smile, the Lestrange children were a formidable power all on their own, but to involve yourself with the Riddles was an entirely different matter, even Meissa did not envy the poor grunt that was forced to confront her brother on such a subject, he had less qualms when it came to blowing away the opposition than she did. Even so, it would take nothing more than a word from his darling little sister to install a reluctance as fierce as hers deep inside him. Surely you're not admitting your fear of my dear Cadenrie? there were few who would not.

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THREADING WITH ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER.
YOU ARE WHERE IN MEISSA'S OFFICE.
POST STATUS FINISHED
NOTES craaaapy[/CENTER]

[superstition]

( STILL A SINNER )

She was not denying it, but perhaps, Albus thought, she was actually rather pissed off with him. In which case, that was the reaction he had been aiming for, and deserved nothing less than a pat on the back and to call him nothing short of being amazing. To get some sort of reaction from her - the balling of fists being more than apt as an indicator - did require some level of skill, after all. The easy smile on his face, the nonchalant shrug of shoulders - that built up to the anger, he presumed, and perhaps presumed correctly. Inclining his head in a polite nod as she said that she would take her chances with the minister, he dug through the pocket of his coat, long fingers easily extracting the letter, a copy of the one that the Minister had given that endorsed their project. Casually sliding it over the table, he placed it in front of Meissa. Raising his head to meet her gaze, he murmured, "The Minister's approval, a copy of it. I'll take care not to burn this one, too."

[/color] Once again, his subtle hints, formed by his theory that it was likely Meissa would eliminate anything that she didn't find the least bit appealing in front of her.

Withdrawing his hand from the paper that he had slid over to her, he gave a soft laugh as she quipped that he never had a chance. "Even so, doesn't stop me from trying a thing. And you know that."[/color] She would, she would. They had known each other since childhood - he had been friends with Semella first, before Meissa came. The two Riddles would always be the second and third girls in his heart - his sister had been his first, of course. Lily Luna Potter always had him wrapped around his finger, and he hadn't even known how that had started. It was love at first sight, literally, as cheesy as it might sound. She would always be first, when Albus was concerned. Flashing a smile at Meissa as he finished his coffee - the halfway mark he had arrived with before long gone since the start of this little conversation that he was having with his indirect superior. He shook his head, before replying with a question first, "Aren't we all?"[/color] His green eyes bright as he waited for a reply from the other herself, he scratched his chin lightly, before tucking said hand into his pocket.

"Your brother is not scary. He is merely difficult to deal with, if you wish for me to put it more eloquently,"[/color] Albus finally continued, his amusement playing obviously as he shuffled his feet, adjusting his weight to rest on the other leg instead. "Surely he wouldn't mind hexing me, as opposed to you,"[/color] he pointed out stiffly, stating nothing but the plain truth about an issue they were both more than clear about. Not looking the least bit fazed by the nature of their topic, he stood up, this time to look at her in the face and hinting the start of his departure. "Nonetheless, I've done my job, met you, asked you, and that's all the memo that started this meeting was about."[/color] He gave her a lopsided smile, before nodding briefly at her. "Don't overstress yourself, alright Meissa? Don't know who I'd come to talk to when I need someone for that,"[/color] he said with a childish smirk, before pushing back the seat he had previously occupied to its previous occupation. His coffee mug still in his hand as he made for the door, he turned his head, shooting her a wink.

"See you at lunch, Riddle,"[/color] he teased jokingly, before proceeding to head out.

NOTES! If you want to end it here, it's cool? Haha. 8)[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]