WITHOUT YOU IS HOW I DISAPPEAR

Nerezza stepped into her office, her bluntly cut blonde hair moving ever so slightly with her graceful movements. Her skin was porcelain, nearly transparent in any sort of harsh lighting. The eyes that lay underneath of her pale lids were a striking shade of blue, their amiable quality giving those around her a calmness that was very unlike her chaotic soul. Her body was toned, but rather frail in nature. They all knew that she was a good fighter, which was one of the reasons she became the Head of Aurors. She thought it amusing that she could fool so many people, but there were lots of corrupted souls in the Ministry as of right now. She had even yet to tell the other Death Eaters about her position here. She had no need of it right now. She only told the Aurors where to go when she felt the need to prove herself to be a respectable Head. Sometimes, she betrayed her fellow Death Eaters, but she didn't have a choice if she wanted to stay trusted with the foolish Aurors. Her appearance was that of a woman in her early thirties, tinged with a youthful face and body so that she would always be attractive. She could never shift into someone that was less than gorgeous.

This was her created persona of the good-natured but relentless Angelique Bernadette Juste. The perfect disguise for a woman in such a role. She was French, this woman that she had become, having quirks that only those from France could have. She only claimed Beauxbatons as her school because she had already confunded those that were there to believe that they had actually taught someone with the name of Angelique Juste. She was gentle and kind, mostly because she had to keep up with her persona's character. She had moved to England when she was in her late twenties, claiming that she was eager to study their ways and fight to defeat the many Death Eaters that were in hiding at the moment. She was hired based on her experience, as known to the Aurors, but she had really convinced the Ministry to hire her because she had been a good liar that came with the best application that they c0uld have ever wanted. She made sure to put down whatever they desired for such an important office and was happily moved that she had gained such a p0st.

Moving in front of her window, she flattened out her white shirt, the ruffles around the collar and down her front wiggling slightly with her movement. She wore a black skirt that reached to just above her knees, tight as it could be for her to still be able to walk around. She wore black pumps, her porcelain legs looking muscled and perfect. Of course she was perfection, for she had never been able to stand anything less. Clasping her hands behind her back, she waited for an Auror to come in and disturb her silence. But, all that could show was an amused smile full of kindness. She would have to fool them so that when the Death Eaters rose to full power once again, she could strike them in their blind spots.

A crooked smile full of malice twisted the gentle features of her face, giving her the look of utter insanity.

Loras Tyrell was not surprised to see that the only person in the room when he arrived was their new head. He was, after all, around fifteen minutes early. Loras usually wasn't the most punctual guy you would meet, but today he wanted to make a good impression on the new head of Aurors, even if she was the wench who had stolen the job he had wanted and deserved. Loras had served the aurors for seven years, and each year he wasn't the head made him more impatient and bitter. He was more talented then the other imbeciles after all, or thought himself to be anyways. And yet, this wench who had only served the aurors for one year had managed to get the job before him. He didn't actually even know much about her, except that she was French, her name was Angelique Juste, and she was, apparently, a talented witch who was helping the ministry get rid of the death eaters.

Still, it was important to make the boss have a good impression of you. So as well as arriving early, he had shaved, combed his hair and put on his best clothes as well. It was enough to catch the eye of several muggle women he had passed as he had walked towards the ministry of magic. Loras knew that getting close to the wench would serve him well, it might lead to a promotion and some special treatment. And perhaps something more. Looking at her, he had to admit that she was very attractive, the curves of her body very clearly visible underneath the top and the short skirt. "Morning," he said casually, flashing a smile at her as he took a seat at the table.

Nerezza heard the footsteps become closer and closer and she tried to see which Auror the sound belonged with. Having not been around them as much as she would have liked, she realized she didn't know too well yet. Wiping the smirk off of her face, she replaced it with a beautiful smile, eager to gain the trust of all of the Aurors, even if she noticed that m0st of them were upset about her getting the promotion as Head instead of them. She found that entirely pleasing, to be honest, for it meant that she had once again gained the upper hand over these fools. Turning to face the newcomer, she fluttered her lashes before holding out her hand as a greeting after he had spoken. "Bonjour, Monsieur Tyrell. I hope you are doing well on this fine day?" she purred, her silky French falling from her tongue like a sweet perfume. She had learned French at an early age, the language second to her native Italian.

Waiting for him to take her hand, she scrutinized the man in front of her. In his eyes, she read an emotion that could have made the Italian woman hiding underneath of this persona smile cruelly, but it simply added a sparkle to this older woman's eyes. She knew that Loras Tyrell was a hard worker and that he fought well for this foolish cause. But, Nerezza knew of his eagerness of a promotion. She could see it in his swagger, his movements, the way he simply spoke to her. He was desperately being polite and kind to her when she had practically ripped away his hopes of becoming the Head of an office he had desired for so long. She knew of it for she had heard him talk of it, albeit softly. She had nothing against him at the moment. Hell, maybe she could even find him useful, but never would she trust him. She would have to feed him lies to make him trust her, which would probably be bad for him in the end. He would probably fall hard when he realized who she truly was born as, the young Italian with the soul of a chaotic Dragon.

Oh, they would all learn.

Ted stepped into the office after Loras. Unlike the man in front of him, Ted hadn't made a whole lot of effort to make a good impression for the new boss. He wore casual clothes, a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt as well as blue jeans. His black hair was long and unkept. Yet he had a sort of careless attractiveness about him which resembled his uncle Sirius. Numerous people had told him that, that he resembled Sirius in personality and looks, which, according to Harry was both a good thing and a bad thing.

Entering the room, Ted looked at the only woman there, the one who must be the new head of aurors. He had not met her before, and had to say he was surprised. He had been expecting Angelique Juste to be someone older, and different. Yet she was an attractive woman who Ted guessed was around thirty. He quickly realized he was staring at her, and stopped abruptly. "Good morning," he said casually. "I don't believe we met before. I am Teddy Lupin."

Nerezza watched as the next Auror appeared. There was something about him that was extremely familiar, as if she had seen a photograph or an article about him. Filing his voice and footsteps into her brain, she flashed him a pearly white smile, gazing at him softly as his eyes stayed glued to her. With a raised brow, Nerezza noted how he was dressed. He looked very unprofessional and unkempt. Maybe he didn't care for her or maybe he had no respect for authority figures. But, instead of a rude reply, she simply said, "Mon Dieu, Monsieur, you do look rather comfortable." Another smile fluttered onto her good-natured face, tinging it with gentleness. She noted the scars upon his skin and wondered about them. She had a feeling he was a Werewolf, but she wasn't sure. Something about his gait screamed animal. Maybe it was the way he smelled.

When she saw the realization cross his face of his own lingering eyes, she simply gave a small giggle before waving her hand in the air as if she received such treatment continuously but had no problem with it. Nerezza always preferred men to stare at her. It made her feel powerful and seductive. It made her feel wanted. When he said his name, the files in her mind began to sift through themselves. She had to fight back a growl of disgust. Instead, she widened her eyes in a surprised look, as if she were impressed by his mere presence. Holding out her hand, she whispered, "Ah yes, the son of the famous Remus and Nymphadora Lupin. Such a tragedy, really. They were up there with the best of them." She had a feeling that this man in front of her could probably fight just like his parents had. She had to keep an eye on him.

Teddy watched as she raised her eyebrows in surprise, that happened way to often for him to feel uncomfortable about it anymore. They were up their with the best of them, he heard her say. He knew that already of course, its what everyone had told him. about them. Personally Ted couldn't say for sure, he never had known them. "Thanks," he said carelessly, taking a seat next to Loras. He knew him of course, he had been an auror for a longer time than Teddy, who had been one for three years.

"So you must be Angelique then, the new head of aurors?" he asked casually, already knowing the answer. But she had failed to introduce herself to him. "Pleasure to meet you... Though I can't say I envy your position.." he muttered. He definitely would not like to be the head of aurors, they were usually the main targets for the Death Eaters. Just recently, Gabrielle Delacour had disappeared, which was why Juste was here now.

Nerezza chided herself for being so unprofessional. She had fought so hard to keep her composure so that no one would suspect her for being a Death Eater in disguise. She flashed a smile when he said his appreciation for her words, but it was obvious he said them out of habit more than anything else. She could only assume that since his parents were so famous, he had heard similar words throughout his entire life. But, what did he know of them except of stories and pictures? She knew how he felt to lose parents at an early age, but not the extremity of having never known them. Shrugging of her emotions, she watched him seat himself next to Loras. There was a kind of chemistry between them, as if they knew each other. Maybe not as the best of friends, but still acquaintances. She would have to keep that in mind.

She felt the anger bubbling in her at his obvious lack of propriety. Of course he knew who she was! How dare he m0ck her! Calming herself down, she flashed an apologetic smile. "Yes, I am. I apologize for not properly introducing myself. I have many things on my mind that I wish to discuss with all of you and it escaped me to keep up with my formalities. Forgive me." She nodded as he spoke of not having ever wanted this position. She knew that it would have been dangerous had it really been a good person in this job but after she told her fellow Death Eaters what she was doing, then there would be no harm upon her. Well, there would be some, but not enough to cause her any real strife.

Skeeter ambled into work, thinking that he should have probably made an effort to be early, but on time was okay too. Today he was to meet the new head of Aurors. Finally, he was no longer the newbie in the office, though he doubted that would change much, seeing as the new person was their head and their superior. He fairly doubted that it would change much of his status.

He was dressed as usual, in his casual, yet thought out wardrobe. A button up and tie done casually, though covered now by his peacoat, which he always wore, even in these summer months, because, honestly, he looked good in it. His messy hair was just that, falling just over his eyes and ears and brushing his color. He wore nice pants and shoes, and he had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder to carry all of his essentials.

He strode inside and paused at the coat rack. There was Teddy and Loras, fellow Aurors, and his new boss. She was attractive though she looked like she was probably considerably older than the nineteen year old, so Skeeter cast that aside. Anyway, what he really wondered if she had a brain, that was what he wanted to know. He hated working for incompetent bosses.

He raised his eyebrows in greeting, smiling his lopsided smile as he pulled the bag off his shoulder. "Hey." He unbuttoned his coat and slipped it off his shoulders before putting it on the coat rack. He made a quick detour to his desk to drop off his bag and then walked over to where everyone was congregated.

He pushed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. "Hey fellas. And hello, you must be the new head...Miss Angelique Juste, I believe?" He raised an eyebrow and grimaced as he more or less guessed the last name. It sounded familiar, but he could not be sure that it belonged to her. Remembering his manners, he extracted his right hand from his pocket and walked forward, holding it out. "I'm Skeeter Hudson."

There is a new head of department so this meeting is closed.