Marie couldn't help the smile that swept across her face as her long time friend entered her office. "Thalia!" the witch exclaimed happily, back straightening. The two females had been good friends ever since their school years. The two hadn't always been friends, far from it, but they had eventually learned to see beyond their differences. And underneath those differences, existed two very similar cores.
"I did call," the witch admitted, accent strengthening as though the very sight of her friend was enough for her to slip back into French. It was, after all, the language they had used to converse in their first few years of knowing each other. No matter how good her English, French would always be Marie's first and favorite language.
"Sadly, this isn't a social call," Marie admitted with a slight sigh, "I'm irritatingly busy these days, helping run a government is a lot more work than I had anticipated." Logically the witch had known that lots of effort and hours would be involved, but the experience of living through it was far from a theoretical understanding. Marie had always been her own boss, in previous years. The closest thing she had ever had to a superior was the Professors at school. It was a little unsettling, having to take orders again after having not for almost twelve years. The woman couldn't deny that a large part of her adored her new job, despite having someone to report to.
In theory, Marie wasn't a particularly great or talented or powerful witch. In practice, however, she was exquisite. The reason for this was simple - strategy. The Frenchwitch was a strategist, through and through. She knew the best way to play off the strengths and weaknesses of people, of families, of... governments. That's all politics was, really, one giant and twisted game of strategy. It was fun.
No matter how enjoyable her new job, the undersecretary was determined not to let her other occupation suffer. She could adore her position in the British Ministry all she wanted, but everything she had accomplished under the pseudonym Le Papillion was her baby. She had watched as her network grew from nothing; she had nurtured it until it was strong. Marie never hesitated in taking care of the thing she had devoted so much to, watchful eyes always tracking anyone or thing who would dare cause it harm.
"I have something to ask of you," the dark witch admitted, leaning forwards to rest her elbows on the desk before her, leaning her chin into her palms. Her friend had always been a beauty, there was just something about her that ensnared any who got close enough. Marie found no problem with the thought that she wouldn't be able to un-care about Thalia. If there was someone who she had to forever remain loyal and caring towards, she was glad that it was one of her two best friends.
"I need you to brew me a potion," Marie stated, knowing that their relationship had far exceeded the point where favors had to be asked for. "A poison, something that takes a while for the effects to kick in. Weeks or months, preferably." The woman paused, looking deep into Thalia's eyes with a teasing smile, "I'm sure you'll be able to figure out something."