Khaat's House in Hogsmeade--(open)

(A lot to catch up... :-S But, never mind now... I shall... well. continue from now)

''I see you do enjoy my company'', Wilson replied as Narcissa sat beside him. He then took another sip, he had not even listened to that earlier conversation, too many people. ''Yes Lupin, I was the one who attacked you with the Cruciatus spell and also the one who healed your wound and saved your life. The reason I used that cure was that you were to naive and stupid. And I am by no means a traitor. I shall repeat this one last time... people do not change. If you deduce that I am a traitor, your choice, I will not interfere.'', Wilson replied extremely calm.

''Majere will be a suitable replacement, even though he comes from the Ministry. The Ministry itself is something I despise and something where I would not go while I am alive, therefore, I do not care much about that. But Majere will be suitable, even though he comes from... there'', he added.

Miseria scowled as well, looking away – somewhere far, far away. There was nothing they could do. And probably they must keep their mouth shut. Maybe Majere will even let someone look closely at Miseria and Lucy while they are at school, maybe even at home. Who knew? She realized that her face was paler than usual – frightnence.

When she heart Khaat's voice from her distance, she woke up from her thoughts and looked at her, surprised:“Yes,“ she said, looking at her necklace. Was it glowing when someone of werewolfs or vampires are around or she didn't notice it's strange movements. “What's it doing?“ she asked, turning herself around, looking at it.

"Then, please, answer me this. My initial assessment of you, before this, was that you were no fan of the ministry. I trusted you. If you are, in fact, telling me the truth, why on earth did you align with Majere to attack Shacklebolt? I don't see you doing it to put him in power, and if you had wanted the headmaster's job for yourself, you'd have defeated him too, with little effort, I presume. I remember a couple of conversations with you very well, " she said, trying to remind him that she knew of his mission to talk to Majere, "but your recent actions seem to fly in the face of those talks."

ooc: i'll answer your question, miseria, in a moment. hang in!

''Me the Headmaster? Do not be silly!'', he said with a laugh. ''I have no such ambitions. Why did I dispose of Kingsley... because I think there is better, and I think that Majere would do his job well. The school need better control. But that does not change the fact that I dislike the Ministry'', Wilson said.

"As I said, I did not see you having those ambitions or you'd have taken the post one way or another before this," Khaat said. "Even if I accept your dodgy explanation for one moment, lets agree on one thing. You generally are nobody's fool. Not if you can help it. I cannot imagine you making such a ridiculous error and putting the minister's puppet in power at Hogwarts when you say you detest the ministry so much. And, yes, I do think Majere is nothing more than an arrogant thug for Dae Diggory."

''That is what you think. But you think that I am a traitor? What can I do in that situation. I could... kill you, but that would to no good. I could try to convince you otherwise, but I do not tamper with lost cases. And finally, I could let you think what you wand, and that is what I am going to do. You think what pleases you... I shall not interfere. I would finish with this discussion, if you do not mind'', he said taking a sip of tea.

"The Ministry is a puppet show and nothing more." Narcissa said sharply. “Diggory is enjoying toying with us all far to much but I have said it once and I will say it again he has forgotten himself. If the Death Eaters and the Order members weren’t at each others throats all the time then perhaps we could do something. However the day they work together is the day I’ll divorce Lucius.”

Narcissa ignored the pang of sadness that hit her quite viciously and drank some more wine. She swallowed hard and began to form some kind of plan in her head. She had no idea what she was going to do about her grandchildren and more specifically about Majere but she would have to think of something. Perhaps she would just have to rely on another Potter creating some kind of uprising against an Umbridge clone.

“Majere is yet another puppet but it seems Diggory has cut his strings. Either that he’s actually got some brass balls. He’s taking a big risk, first with imprisoning Emof and now this. Shacklebot was well respected in his time. It seems no one is safe anymore, not even those with connections and alibis as airtight as a seal on one of those Muggle pots.”

''You seem to be rather unhappy, Narcissa? I mean, we all know Lucius, but I could not have pictured such... well, sadness, not to say misery, in you. But, as I have said, I would not worry about Majere, he will not cause problems, in fact, he is more than suitable.'', Wilson said taking a sip of his tea.

"Quite right," Khaat agreed, trying not to smile at the very acurate parallel between alibis and the muggle's beloved airtight plasticware. She was a little surprised that Narcissa knew about it. She looked at Miseria who was still, apparently, not sure about Khaat's necklace, "Would you like to have some apple slices to feed to Archangel? Those are his favorite snack. Like dessert." She was hoping the girl was sharp enough to pick up on her invitation to step away from Wilson with her so she could explain the necklace.

ooc: sorry. guess we posted almost at the same time, wilson!

Miseria nodded to Khaat and made a smile on her face:“Yes, but guess you should show me where they are,“ she said. She really wanted to know what would this necklace do when there are werewolfs or vampires around. Looking at Wilson, she showed him cups on the tables:“Coffee is still warm. Feel free to drink it,“ she said, since no one had even touched them.