Khaat had had her reservations about chasing after a horcrux with a death eater. It had made her hesitate. However, she had been forced to reconsider. Narcissa was a friend, afterall, and if Narcissa had come to her for help, Khaat knew she would not have hesitated a moment. This young man was Jess's friend, and Khaat respected Jess enough to take him at his word.
She had armed herself, though, dressing in black jeans, black suede boots--into which she had tucked Remus's wand, a black sweater and her full black cloak with the hood pulled up. Her own wand was in her hand. She hadn't been to this village since...well, it was long ago and very painful. And she didn't like returning here at all. That was the other part of her hesitation. Her own inner demons.
She knew exactly where she was supposed to meet. Knew the place well. Too well, and far before most of these young men were probably even born. Chasing horcruxes, she sighed heavily. Folly, in her book. Few people were alive now that could honestly say theyhad actually met or knew the dark lord when he had been at the height of his power, but she had had an encounter she would never forget. And the way she figured his twisted mind worked, they might never find all of his horcruxes. She figured anyone who had worked that hard to make himself the center of his own universe had left far more horcruxes behind than he would ever tell anyone about. She was in full favor of letting this sleeping dog lie undisturbed.
But she arrived anyway, Remus's too well trained warrior, still following orders even when she believed they weren't the wisest. She knocked on the door of the house and just waited, her seer's mind fully activated, making her hypervigilent here.
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