All alone and lost, again

"Maybe, if I  turn left here I should be found in front of the fountain", she muttered to herself head stuck in a city plan. Walk a couple of kilometers has quickly become a mission impossible, especially considering that her map reading went just as well as learning of the Arabic language - poorly.

She turned the corner and peeked behind the map wholeheartedly hoping that she will see the fountain.
There is no fountain, she sighed dejectedly glancing at the map, it should be here, she was almost sure of it, but around her were only tall buildings and an old basketball court where a couple of people were playing basketball.

She turned her map to ninety degrees, hoping things will sound more clearer now, she thought. In which street is she located? On the map it says that's Wood Street, but she saw no sign that it confirmed. Maybe in London are not marked street names? She laughed at hes stupid assumption, of course, that they have it, only she is unable to find it.

She fold a map and sat down on the dilapidated wooden bench whilst thinking. Maybe if she call a cab? She hasn't had a phone. Can she use her wand? No, there is too many Muggles around, it's too risky. apparation? Maybe if she has passed the exam, she reminded herself, however, she would rather be lost than in a cell in Azkaban.

"Man how I hate doing this type of scouting jobs so much, there's never anything going on.."

James found himself on the middle of town, in a vain search of Order related happenings to either report back to the Death Eaters or even take action himself. But this wasn't the first time that he was asked to do this job, in fact, they asked it a lot and he knew it was because he still wasn't ready for the big things. J hated this, he wanted to honor the Rosier name but he just couldn't find a way to do it for now, and had to wait for his chance.

All the streets appeared the same. The same rustic yet with a small touch of modern to it, yet so quiet. He could only see a couple of people on the street he was in, and so he decided to go somewhere else, try and find a better place to stakeout. He came across a basketball court where a couple of guys were playing in it, and he was thinking of sitting and just spending the rest of the day there before going home. But there she was, the prettiest thing he had seen in the past few days. He had seen her before, and if she recalled right she was a witch. But none of that mattered, this time it was different. He wasn't occupied, and he had the time to observe her, every bit of her. She seemed lost though, for some reason he did not know, and for a wizard to get lost it was rare, specially in their own town.

He approached her slowly, his light brown hair to the side, his piercing shining on the sun. He had a plain white T-shirt on, with a pair of dark skinny jeans and his All-stars sneakers, finishing with his sunglasses. He smiled at her and offered his hand at her. "Can I help you? Are you lost?"

She jerked her head at the sound of his voice. She didn't even see him coming. If he was the killer, she would have been dead three times already, she bit her lip trying not to laugh, what is she thinking? At least he doesn't look like one. Seriously Nymeria, you should shut up. He look familiar, although she couldn't remember where she had seen him. It might be helpful if half of his face wasn't been obscured by sunglasses. But she remembered seeing that tattoos somewhere.

"Oui. I mean, I hope so, and yes.", she smiled a little and accepted his hand. Maybe I won't have to sleep on this bench, she thought hopefully. She shifted to one side on the bench, freeing the place and opening the map at the same time. She let her hair hid hes eyes so she could unnoticed observe his tattoos. She tilted her head trying to figure out what was written on his left hand. She couldn't read it, he will notice what she was doing.

"I have no idea where am I. And I don't know how to get away from here because I don't know how to read a map", she resist an urge to jam, tear, burn, or in any other way destroy a map, she is not picky, every method of destruction is acceptable, "as it is written in Cyrillic. I hate it.", she tossed a map on the floor. Yeah, Nymeria, you're not overreacting. This is completely normal behavior of human being, she thought sarcastically. God, he must be thinking I'm crazy, at least I would thought it if I'm in his place.
"Sorry, it's just ... I spent the whole day trying to read this map and find the place where I am, and the whole day I'm just going around in circles, it's frustrating."

James observed her. A rather weird and different girl then what he was used to finding around this parts. J took his time to look at the girl, or woman, whatever age she was. She was blonde with the most beautiful pair of eyes he had seen in a long, long time. She seemed rather outspoken yet angry for some reason. He gave her a small kiss on her hand, bending down like a gentleman, smiling at her. "I'm James Rosier. Pleasure. Are you lost?" He took hold of her map, trying to calm her down to see if he understood the language that was on it. It was Cyrillic so it wasn't a problem for him, but he didn't really need it. He knew exactly where he was, and he could take wherever she wanted to go easily, so he decided to fold it and give it back to her.

"We don't need that. I know where we are and I can take you wherever you want. Are you trying to find a specific place? A friend's house, or a pub or something?"

He let go of her hand so she wouldn't feel afraid of him and he put on a little smile, trying to not intimidate her. She probably had no idea he was a Death Eater and that he could attack her on the spot, but he was rather calm today and James felt something when he saw her. She looked different then the usual girl. Not by her looks only, but when he spoke to her, by her personality too. She was quite different and that made him smile a bit, wanting to know more about her. "Oh, and what's your name mademoiselle?"

She blushed when he kissed her hand. No one has never done that before and it felt … nice, strange but nice. "Nym. Nymeria Evanesco, yes, just like a spell", she added used to it, people always ask for it, "it's nice to meet you."
She took her map and blushed some more when her fingers brushed on his. She quickly pulled her hand away and gawky threw the map in the bag, almost spilled all of its contents on the floor. Oh, sweet Jesus, can I be more ungainly?

"I don't have any specific place in my mind, I just want to go as far away from here as possible, and never come back again.", she glanced at him and quickly looked away. She wondered if he is a wizard, certainly he wasn't surprising that there is one wand in her bag, she was sure that he had seen it, along with a few things because of which she wanted to crawl in a hole of shame. She felt she is blushing again, she was sure she had already topple some record.  She tucked her hair behind her ear,  closed the bag and threw it over her shoulder, ready to stand up.

This woman blushed a lot, quite shy she seemed. James usually treated every girl nice as long as she wasn't a mudblood or a muggle sympathizing half-blood. He stayed faithful to his beliefs and only cared for those who believed in the same things as him. J was a true gentleman if you forgot that fact though, caring for the well being of the opposing sex. He let go of her hand and when she told him her name, still blushing, he tried to remember if he knew any family that went by that name, but he didn't recall any. "It's nice to meet you too."

She was so nervous he though, the way she let her bag fall on the ground and spill it's contents, blushing everytime and trying her best to not look him in the eyes. He helped her get the bag back together and gave it back to her. "You should be careful hiding that wand, not everyone around here is a wizard like us, and that's a tough thing to explain to a muggle." He smiled a bit, trying to be nice to her and make her feel at ease around him, after all, he just wanted to give her a hand and help her.

"Well, if you ain't got a specific place in mind I can show you around, are you new here? Do you have a house to stay in? I don't know any family by your name and by your french, I presume you come from France?" He gave her another little smile, adoring her beauty. Today was quite quiet around them, not many muggles or even wizards that he knew about passing by, as usually it was quite the busy street, but it was fine by James, he was already getting bored from the original reason he was there anyway. Of course she had no idea that he was in fact a Death Eater.

Nym glanced at him. Is he just admited he is a wizard? She tought he is but she wasn't sure, at least it is clear now. She shrugged, "They can't arrest me for  having a wooden wand in my bag, even if it was uncommon, it is still legal." Nym looked around to see if anyone noticed. No, everything seemed normal. Some guys who played basketball haven't looked in this direction, and besides them in the street there was no one else. Or at least Nym did not see anyone. Whatever she quickly rose from the bench, suddenly sure that they're being watched. Stop being paranoid, Nym, she thought, and took a deep breath, no one is whatching you.'

She turned and looked in him. He was still sitting on the bench and watched her. She put her best smile on her face, hoping he didn't noticed that earlier. "That sounds great! Are we going?" Nym waited for him to get up, but she was happy she had some time to thought  about answer. In the worst case, until he stood up.

"Yes, I'm new, sort of. I was born here but we moved to Paris after my mom died. Family issues." Moved, she laughed, it's euphemism of the year, we ran away. Her dad thought Death Eaters are going to kill his daughter because of what his wife was, and more importantly, what she has ceased to be. You can't just leave Death Eaters, especially with a member of the Order, and survive through that. Nym thought they were more bothered that she ran away from them with their enemy, than she left. She thought they would let her go if she went alone, they would still have enough Blacks with or without her. She wasn't exaggerated essential, that 'honor' belonged to her cousin Bellatrix, she remembered her mother was angry and envy about that, until she figured out she can live without them, and be happy. „I'm staying in my mother's old house.“

He could read in her eyes she was trying to understand what James meant by that wand comment. It was precisely what she thought. He was a wizard, a quite young one yet fond of the Dark Arts and a Death Eater himself, but that was a secret she would not know and he wanted to keep it that way. "Of course it's illegal, but it's always troublesome to explain why you carry it around to muggles. And if you say it's for magic they will wan'na see tricks and those are a crime to perform. Just thinking on your well being, but of course you can show it around at will, it's not a problem." She seemed nervous but J didn't know if it was because of being around him or if she felt watched by someone somewhere.

The wooden, rustic bench really wasn't James's style and he was happy she wanted to get away from that place fast. He was starting to hate it too and was quite tired of being there. "Yeah, I don't know where since you don't have a place to be at but we can walk around, go away from here and get to know each other if you want." He smiled and got up, flipping his hair with the help of his hand to fix it like he wanted.

"Oh, so you're actually English, didn't seem like it. You must have left London at really an early age .. But you're accent is cute, I like it." He laughed a little bit and started walking away from the bench they were at. "Why you moved? Business trip or something like that?" He had no idea about the real motive that made her family and herself leave London and he only asked about it so they could know each other better, with no second intentions. "Oh okay. I've got a big mansion so, if you needed it was just a question of asking." He smiled a little and waited for her to catch up with him, looking in her eyes.

Her clenched lips were the only evidence that she did not agree with his opinion on wands, but she let it pass. Nym lived surrounded by muggles all her life, and some of them saw her with a wand in her hand, but they never asked not a single question. She assumed they thought she was just a little girl playing with sticks, it is the most logical excuse, when you think that magic doesn't exist, and she hadn't had any problems with them. Never. And Nym wanted to keep it that way.

"I'd love to." Nym switched her hair over her shoulder, wishing she hadn't forgotten her headband. It begins to be hot outside, very unusual for London, at least she heard so, but she enjoyed in sunbeams. "I ain't English as well. My mom was Englishwoman, but my dad was Frenchman. So I'm half-half I suppose." They walked in silence a few minutes. "Well, England was unstable then, and after my mom died my dad decided it's better for us to go to France, so he found a job in French Ministry and we left soon after that. Actually, I don't remember anything about that, I was only few months old."
She looked at him, puzzled. It's strange when a person you met basicaly half an hour ago offer you accommodation. "Thanks?" she left that as a question. Maybe it's different in England.