Murder At The Ministry

Katrina-Carlotta watched from the shadows as the two Ministry workers did a brilliant job at setting the scene. Technically, she should've stepped out along with the other Death Eaters, but the witch was having a rather good time watching the look on Charlotte's face. Besides, there was nothing wrong with a fashionably late dramatic entrance.

The whole situation felt a bit odd to the assassin. While Katrina-Carlotta was no stranger to intimidation, she was far more used to a stealthy entrance followed by a quick and bloody kill. As fun as games could be, she'd never been one to mix work with pleasure. Well, if one ignored her occasional meeting with Albus Potter.

There were a few moments of pure silence. Charlotte was realizing she was trapped, Jude and Elijah were likely watching her face with pleasure, and the rest of the Death Eaters were under orders to remain silent for now. The tension was starting to build, and the woman could almost feel it in the air around her. Lips slipping into a smirk, the dark witch stepped out of the shadows.

"Gentlemen," Katrina-Carlotta greeted with a nod of her head. The Death Eater basked in the silence as she took a few more measured steps forwards. "Oh, my apologies, am I late?" the woman asked, voice light with an undertone that was almost teasing. It was only then that the witch allowed her head to turn to the reason she was there, Charlotte Topez.

"Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte," the European sighed out in a patronizing voice. Katrina-Carlotta hadn't yet decided exactly how she would kill the would-be traitor. That was the type of thing it was always best to pick in the spur of the moment, but the female knew it would be stupid to disfigure the body too much. After all, the corpse would need to be recognizable if they wanted to send the correct message.

"I can't say that I'm disappointed you would sell out your fellow Death Eaters, in fact if you hadn't at least tried I'd have been rather shocked," Katrina-Carlotta admitted, eyeing up the Quidditch player before her with distaste. A few jeers from some of the lower ranks echoed around the room of marble. "But to let your mask slip? That's sloppy, Topez, sloppy," the witch stated, voice cold. Letting out an irritated breath, the European's eyes continued to burn into the tanned skin of the woman she had once fought beside.

((OOC: We can do whatever the others are up for, but Charlotte grabbing a wand would be fun.))

As a child Charlotte had loved Quidditch. She would attend all the matches with her Father and grew up with a sound basis of what Quidditch was all about - it was more than shooting a quaffle through hoops or whacking a bludger at another player there was strategy behind it. Both behind the game and the industry. This was something that had made Charlotte such a tactful thinker. 

Right now, however, her flying ability couldn't help much, not that it had in the battle at the shrieking shack when she was blasted from her broomstick. Besides she had no idea where her broomstick was. Was it at the shrieking shack? The quidditch player wasn't aware that Hallie Cooper had brought the broomstick to the ministry and left it outside the telephone box whilst she was taken to cell six. 

Despite that she was still a Slytherin and Slytherin's could worm their way out of a situation, even if it meant sacrificing her life. Right now escaping death was more important than being a famous Quidditch player, after all, she wouldnt ever be able to make a flying comeback if she was dead. 

Her heart skipped a beat. The death eaters didn't falter from their positions but the presence of one witch she didn't want to cross had stepped forth into the Atrium. Across the polished floorboards from Charlotte was non other than Katrina-Carlotta. The assassin and chief death eater. 

It took Topez a while to say something, her words were frozen in the back of her throat from the icy glare of Kat-Car. 'M-my mask didn't slip. His blonde bimbo's birds clawed it off!' She retorted, hoping that this would make up for showing herself... Not that it would, even if she was insulting the auror Hallie Cooper, whose conjured falcons were the reason for her display of identification. 

Jude had chosen the balcony and was now pacing above like a stealthy cat, patiently waiting to spring onto the frazzled mouse below. He had organized the Death Eaters in the atrium and, from here, could watch them with relative ease. He was not one to get dirtied, so he would rather not be in the pit below, but watch from above and assist as he could. He strode about with two others, one of which was not the most clever man around. Jude was concerned for the man, but was hoping his muscle might be beneficial.

Katrina-Carlotta appeared and Jude smirked - now the fun was certain to begin. Elijah had set the stage well, now it was time for Kat-Car to carry the performance until curtain call. Jude continued circling, circling, when there was a sudden creak of a lift. 

He whipped around, as did his comrades. The lesser of the two minions jumped so badly, that his wand bounced from his palm, ricocheted off of the protective barrier and fell to the ground below, mere feet from Charlotte Topez. Jude glared at the man and made a slashing motion with his wand, causing the man to fall over - not dead, but he would never be quite the same.

Death Eaters would always be there waiting to unsettle the Deputy Minister of Magic. The desire to call the Aurors, a reflex he knew to be irrational considering they were his and Jude’s puppets for the night, was a tempting one and he could have laughed to himself as they appeared from seemingly nowhere like smoke that was impossible to grasp in your hand. They were a slippery, slimy punch and Elijah knew more than his fair share on personal, almost friendly terms to understand the inner workings of the organisation and their people like he would a lover. He was just very luck D’Eath wasn’t his lover; or his plaything.

Charlotte was a pity, one that was inevitable and, though regrettable, a necessary sacrifice. Elijah was in too deep, up to his neck now and he couldn’t risk his name being uttered by the pretty little chit of a witch. Had it been another time, another world, another life, perhaps he would have carried her up to his office and convince her that letting him have his wicked way with her on his desk would be the single most perfect moment in her little existence. And, of course, in that narrative, she’d go for feet first - so to speak - and christen the desk right and proper.

But of course, her time was up. There was very little time for food and drink and light conversation like Elijah had faux-hoped. His smile was placid, lazy and cool on his features as his eyes narrowed on the Death Eaters, wondering idly if his escape was best made now or later.

Naturally, to save his hide, he decided now but waited, just a moment, as his smile rose and grew on his features. He tossed an arm briefly around Charlotte’s waist, grinning doggedly, manically as he gestured to Kat-Car.

“There you go, see. Told you someone would be here to pick you up,” he soothed before stepping away from her. His eyes lifted to Kat-Car and his smile grew softer, more serious and less as though he had been in Azkaban long enough to see the irony of every little thing.

“I have a package for you, Madam Carlotta,” he confided. “Do come and see me in my office when you can spare a moment.” He looked to Charlotte. “Have a lovely evening, my dear.”

Elijah slipped away, making for the stairs and for the upper balcony, joining Jude and greeting him with averted eyes that were curious, desperate to see how the pantomime would work out.

“Good Evening, my friend,” Elijah muttered, his hands curling around the railing. “I trust you brought the proper sustenance that one ingests while his attention is rapt by ... what is it referred to as? Glorious murder, I believe I am right in saying.”