The woman took a few more careful steps towards him, an odd air to her as her innocent blue dress began to fade away as if fading with the very wind took had ripped it away thread by thread. The illusion evaporating till the woman was seen wearing a black leather cloak the rode almost to the ground, the front open as she wore a gray v-neck shirt underneath and black trousers. The clothes hung rather tightly to her frame, seeming almost youthful in nature despite her apparent age displayed by her short white air. Though the longer someone would look at her the more confused they would become, almost as if they were not really seeing her, but more a flicker of what they wanted her to be. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Reid.</span>" She spoke softly as Rosa pressed her wand into the small of his back roughly as if on cue. almost urging him towards the woman silently. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">You may call me... Analiese. It is.. a pleasure to meet one of little Albi's friends.</span>" She spoke in that oh so pleasant and welcoming tone as she slowly closed the gap between the two.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Well, at least you claim to be his friend. But I find it hard... to believe, after you... pretended to be him.</span>" She chuckled with a slight air of amusement. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">But no sense in dwelling on that- What is it you seek in finding him, hm? I'd be much more welcoming towards you, if you just... admit your intentions with my son.</span>" She said so plainly, her eyes staring so coldly towards Hawke, though a smile remained on her lips, though it seemed dead and lifeless, more a courtesy. Rosa just behind him didn't mutter a word, simply acting through her mother's silent orders. Her silent push eventually stopping as Analiese stood within range of Hawke.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">You have such a pretty face, another of Albi's playthings?</span>" Her smile slowly fading as she stepped well within Hawke's comfort zone, her eyes likely coming at the same level as his as she stared deep into his. Almost seeming to be searching him for, something. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Answer truthfully, for I will know if you lie.</span>" Her pleasant tone suddenly coming to an abrupt stop.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/untitled-png.1531/" title="Untitled.png">
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</div> <br/>​</div>Albiorix remained where he hid among the shadow covered rafters for as long as it took, not a movement or even the slightest caw leaving his person as he insisted upon keeping quiet. Knowing that one wrong move or sound and he would be dead. Joramir would happily see him suffer a very slow and painful death. So he lingered, his beady black eyes watching down as a girl and her house elf appeared in his view. Albiorix watching curiously as she ever so carefully pressed the issue of Hogwarts with her house elf. Albiorix daring to 'hop' along the rafters as he moved slightly closer to the two, the elves' voice a slight harder to hear beside the young girls. Just as he began to hear the nervous speech of the elf as Joramir appeared inside the room, yelling about none other than Albiorix himself.<br/><br/>He began to hop back into the cover of darkness though he came to a sudden stop as he heard the harsh words spoken by the mostly innocent looking girl below him towards the man who even Albiorix feared. His beady black eyes moving back to look down upon the girl and Jora as he tried to elude her with mention of her magical poweress and that being the cause of her inability to attend Hogwarts. Albi wanted greatly to shake his head, though he dared not move. Knowing quite well that such an excuse would not even phase a toddler. 'Too powerful'. He almost let a soft chirp of amusement escape as he looked down upon the now enraged girl. Silently waiting for Jora to reach out and discipline her as he had seen him do with so many before, yet he... did not.<br/><br/>That fact puzzling Albiorix greatly for just a few seconds before he laid witness to the reason why Jora still stayed his hand. Her tantrum like screams causing a whirlwind of Magica, items and a flurry of pages and books whipped around the room as if a great hurricane had erupted within the room itself. Albiorix almost afraid of being whipped into the force of the magical explosion just as it came to a very abrupt end. The objects once airborne suddenly coming crashing down around the two. It finally dawning on Albi, that this young girl, was the great new leader that Joramir mentioned.. this young girl... was the new heir to Voldemorts power.<br/><br/>As the two left the room in utter disrepair Albi didn't waste a second to stick around to snoop any longer. Seeing the glass of the windows laying on the ground the small raven took flight and flew through the shattered window into the night air. Flying far far away from the manor while silently keeping track of his whereabouts. Knowing that this new nugget of knowledge could serve greatly useful with time. And as he flew, he began to think upon his step-mother for the first time in months, unsure where the thought came from. He thought it must have been connected to the great power the girl presented, and the power that his stepmother once believed had been instilled in him.