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Evelyn thought this party was very strange. She sipped at her water idly, her emerald eyes floating along the sea of people acting like raging and hormonal teenagers. Well, half of them were teenagers, but it seemed so very out of the ordinary for them to behave in such a manner if public. She was very familiar with her sexuality, but she would never act on it so ravenously and barbarically. They were so uncivilized. It made her reminisce to the last party the Montague's held at their home and how Ethan thought of her drinking out of a wine bottle. But, that was not really considered public. She did whatever she wanted in pureblood parties because she always managed to find herself alone. At the moment, however, she was surrounded by other Ministry workers chatting mindlessly about things she had no care about. She nodded politely occasionally and would offer words of acquiescence along with them. But, she was not really listening. She was on the prowl. For her Minister, her new obsession. She had been obsessed with the Dark Lord upon first meeting him and he still held a strong grasp over her, but something changed when she found herself in Justin's presence. She felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and loyalty towards him and she knew that she would do everything in her power to keep him safe.
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It was then that she noticed that she could not find him.
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He must have slipped out when she looked at the people talking to her, in her rare moments of being distracted. She hated herself for not realizing where he had run off to, because she had sworn she would protect him. What if all of this strangeness that was happening was meant to be a distraction for someone hurting him? Uncertainty set into her bones and she politely excused herself from the Ministry workers, setting her goblet on a nearby table, emerald eyes continuously zipping along each face that surrounded her, eager to find his. Those watery blue eyes that sent her heart into a spiraling zeal and set her body on fire. She could not bear to lose him. Swiftly moving through the crowds with ease and regrettably not finding him in the main room they were currently in, she sighed. Where else could he be? Could he have left? Perhaps with someone else? Her heart dropped into her stomach.
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Gliding through various couples and groups of people, she eavesdropped, trying to find information or useful gossip to help her. Noticing someone behaving very strangely, she stepped forward, watching as they told another person that they looked fat in their dress and the color choice was not good for their skin. The woman walked away affronted and the person who had spoken so harshly looked startled and confused that she had spoken that way. Evelyn narrowed her eyes. She knew this woman. She worked in the Ministry but her name escaped her for the moment. She didn't care about that, though. She only cared about one thing and that was finding Justin. She had to make sure he was alright. Stepping before the woman, she said, "Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could tell me if you had seen Mr. Pritchard?" The woman looked at her and a sort of blank concession came about her eyes. Evelyn had seen this happen many times with people in St. Mungo's. A lot of the time, their wives or husbands would be unsure of what happened to them or why they were behaving so strangely. Veritaserum. They would have no way but to speak the truth. "I saw him leave with another woman about twenty minutes ago. She was very beautiful. But, he is so handsome. I wonder if he notices me." Evelyn raised an eyebrow and stalked off towards the doors that led out of the main room. Another woman? Who could that have been? She had tried to memorize the guest list before arriving, but it was sometimes difficult for her to match names with faces. She could only guess at this point.
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Upon exiting, she made her way up to his office, thinking that would be the first place to look. Where else would he go, really if he wanted a private meeting with someone? She knew it must have been important for him or he would not have left the party. Who could it have been? Then, it hit her. She was aware of the awkwardness between Serena Yaxley and Justin. Perhaps it had been her. But, why would he meet with her? Was there something going on between them more? She didn't know but she was hellbent on finding out. Perhaps this was the reason why Justin seemed distracted at times, why his eyes would become glossy. He was thinking of her, this other woman. Rage shot through Evelyn's veins and she stopped for a moment to regain her composure. It would not do well to lose her control right now. She was in public. She could not afford to be caught killing someone. It would not look good for Justin.
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Taking a deep breath, she turned another hallway and saw him. Her heart flew into her throat and she sped up, her lace-covered heels clacking upon the marble floor as she did so. Pulling down the bottom part of her dress, for it rode up as she walked, she found herself before him. Keeping control of her expression, she noticed the rather disheveled appearance of her boss. Sighing, she knew what happened. She understood that sort of look better than most, being a sex addict. Whoever the woman was, he had rolled around with her. That much was obvious. But, she wasn't going to ask questions. It was not the time for that. Giving him a look that told him he was very foolish to do this in the middle of one of his parties, she pushed him into an empty office and shut the door before beginning to fix his hair. As she moved around him, she took in the perfume that overpowered his clothing, making sure that she remembered it. The color of the lipstick on his neck was key as well. Perhaps she would see the woman at the party again if he did not go ahead and blurt out who it was he was fooling around with.
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Straightening his tie, she allowed her hands to linger on his chest for a second and then took a step back, making sure she had fixed him up well enough. Then, she approached him again and hissed, "What were you thinking, Justin? Do you realize what this means? You could lose your election by behaving so irrationally!" She sighed, running her fingers through her hair in a frustrated manner. It fell in waves along her shoulders and back, swaying gently as she moved. Biting the inside of her lip, she crossed her arms before licking the corners of her mouth out of habit. It was something she often did when she was at a loss of what to say. But, then she realized she had red lipstick on and stopped, knowing it would probably mess it up if she continued to do so. "Forgive me for speaking so informally, but it is in my job description to keep you from behaving like a common and hormonal teenager." She gave him another disapproving look before muttering, "At least not in public like the rest of those mongrels." Pursing her lips, she stared at him for a moment, her green eyes flashing almost violently. The jealousy was almost sinking in, but she had to gain control. Without stopping herself, she said, "Did you even think about who would see you leaving with her? How much of a scandal are you willing to allow, Justin?" She did not know who the 'her' was, but perhaps he would let it slip. She hoped so. But, if not. She would use that perfume as a hint. Women usually wore the same perfume and it smelled familiar to Evelyn. It was obviously expensive. Reminding herself of something, she noticed traces of lipstick all along his skin and pulled a napkin out of her purse and moved to wipe it off of him. He was so foolish. It surprised her.
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Evelyn was aware of the fact that Justin was used to keeping his appearance acceptable in most situations, but this was different. There was more at stake here than just a badly dressed minister-to-be. She knew why she was being so harsh with him, too. She wanted him. In the few weeks that she had been spending time with him, learning the ropes of his office and his rules, she was learning little things about him. Everything was so fascinating to her and she kept all of these little quirks and habits he had to herself, stowing them away in a locked box in the recesses of her twisted heart. But, she knew at the look on his face that she would need to keep her composure better. When he spoke to her harshly, she understood. In that instant, she shut herself down, wiping away the jealousy and anger and replacing it all with a calm apathy. On her face, however, remained the pleasant remnants of a curious expression, ridden with a hint of surprise. Other than that, she appeared calmer than she had before. Besides, he was too busy thinking about the other woman he had just left to worry about himself at the moment. And she knew that he had more pride than that. She should have realized that he would not take kindly to her accusations and harsh words. She straightened her back and grasped her left wrist with her right hand, keeping still and calm.
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She simply nodded in response to his thanks, knowing he was behaving strangely and out of character for himself. But, the tone of his voice, despite the pain it caused her, would not allow her to do anything but obey him. Looking away from him for a moment, she said, "I apologize, Mr. Pritchard." She went back to formalities because it was easier for her to distance herself. No one had ever caused her to feel something in the empty and dusty corners of her tragic soul, but he stirred emotions there. It was unsettling, but so very fascinating all at once. It was as if she were drinking him as a poison, killing herself slowly every day with the realization that she would never have him. She watched him cast a spell on the door and she inwardly chided herself for not doing the same. She raised her glossy emerald eyes to meet his own once more, finding it difficult to hold his gaze. She nodded briefly at his comment on public and private life, knowing that this was not the time to speak. She understood that she would have to keep silent better. She just got so angry about his actions. It irritated her that she was here, right in front of him, willing to do anything for him, and he chose some random woman to go and whore around with. She understood as well that it would have looked inappropriate for him to behave that way with her, but she did not have any scandal to her name except an unfortunate suicide of her father. Besides, no one would ever know that she herself had caused that to happen. She was safe. But, she could be perfect for him. One word and she was his.
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I am glad you've brought it to my attention. Clenching her jaw, Evelyn fought back a retort at the mocking statement. Or, at least, she took it as such. She did not appreciate his condescension because he was specifically denying how stupid of a mistake he had just made. No matter who that woman was, it was still inappropriate to do that here in the middle of a party honoring him. Did he realize that? Did he understand she was doing this to ensure his election? The sly way he slunk into the topic of veritaserum bothered Evelyn but she had no other option but to acquiesce. Nodding, she moved to seat herself on the desk further back into the room and clasped onto the edges of it with her fingers, needing her control. How was it that with more than eighteen years of practicing her control, she was about to lose it to a man who had just become one of her most favorite human beings? This was ridiculous. She needed to shut down whatever she was feeling for him. The emptiness inside of her was confused, filling up with something that she did not understand. It could not be love. She had never been shown that and therefore never knew anything about it. Affection was not a familiar emotion for her either. She knew nothing of the gentleness of human emotions. She was cruel, sadistic, and emotionless. Nothing caused a stir in her. She could have punched Justin for making her feel this way. It was horrible! She did not want this. She did not ask for this. But, she couldn't get away from him. He was in her mind at all hours of the day, an obsession she could not disintegrate from her thoughts.
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"I am very familiar with the effects of veritaserum. There is another ministry worker under its influence. It must be something that everyone is able to come in contact with." She paused for a moment, racking her brain. The food and drinks. That was the only plausible explanation. She stared back up at Justin before murmuring, "Someone spiked the punch. It wasn't the water, because I've had some. How else could they have gotten so many people under the influence? What would the purpose be, though?" She paused for another moment, her eyes ablaze with conjectures. "You. They wanted it to be for you. Someone knows you're a Death Eater, perhaps?" She wasn't sure, but she knew that this was Justin's party. Why else would someone want to put veritaserum into the punch? Unless they wanted to intoxicate random children. That seemed highly unlikely. But, that didn't explain the people throwing themselves at each other. "What about the guests that seem to lack dignity or self-control? It isn't just the students. I thought it was and then it would be more understandable because teenagers usually have a tendency to allow their hormones to take control of them." She paused, giving him another look. "But, I saw one of the Hogwarts professors fondling that Auror Michael Boone. There has to be something else going on. I know that woman. She is not too keen on affection, much less speaking."
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When he said that it couldn't be the Order's doing, Evelyn narrowed her eyes, watching him with interest. How could he know that? Perhaps the woman he met with was a member of the Order? Her eyes widened, but she said nothing. She almost snorted at his next comment. Despite the fact that he just went and slept with a random woman, he was claiming that now they were in a precarious position? Good job, Sherlock. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Evelyn bit her tongue to keep her lips closed. Sassy remarks would get her nowhere at this point. This was no time for humor or sarcasm. Despite her mocking nature, she knew this was serious. With a smile, for she was one of the most excellent liars in the Death Eater ranks, she said, "No. I do not believe I have heard of a 'Death Eater.'" She grinned again and even though it wasn't particularly funny, she was trying to lighten the mood a little bit. But, she was inwardly glad that she hadn't drunk or eaten anything but water. If that were the case, she wouldn't be helpful to him at all. And she wouldn't be able to bear that.
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Evelyn hated that Justin made her feel like a foolish schoolgirl. She knew that she could try and control whatever he was inflicting upon her, but she had never known this sort of feeling before, adamant on staying emotionless and stand-offish. But not now. Not with him. She hated that he sought another female to please him when she was perfectly willing. She also knew that no matter what that tramp did, Evelyn would remain by his side forever, unless forced away. She was going to fight for him and never let him go. In a sense, he was hers, because she had claimed him as such in her own mind. Given the fact that she was clinically insane, it wasn't much of a promise, but to her it meant everything. He would not get away from her so easily.
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The most annoying thing about it all was that she was here to protect he and his image. Didn't he understand that? She wasn't doing this for some foul sense of pleasure or anything of the like. Everything she did was for him. After all, she picked out this dress to see if he would like it! Obviously, he was too enthralled with some slut to even look at her properly. She fought the urge to pout and cross her arms, desiring more to lash out and hit him, or anyone for that matter, to get her frustration out of her. She made a mental note to go and find someone after this horrible evening was over. This was causing her to stress out more than usual and she couldn't blow up at Justin when she knew deep down, he didn't deserve it. He was perfect, after all. Sighing, Evelyn realized that she should probably allow him to leave. He wasn't too keen on listening to her, but perhaps he would thank her for it one day. Even if he didn't, she would still never use or hold anything against him. He could do no wrong in her eyes. Perhaps he was foolish at times, but he always made up for it.
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And then, it happened. Evelyn saw his facial expression and realized that she had made a fatal error. What the hell was wrong with her? Closing her eyes for a moment and trying to get her anger at herself under control, she stood there silently for a moment. Letting a sigh escape through her lips, she opened her eyes and said, "Of course. That is what I meant. Only suspicions of your sympathies. I apologize again, sir." Shit! This was ridiculous. It was no wonder he kept treating her like a child because she wasn't thinking through things. Damn it! She needed to be more careful. It was a good thing that she learned fast. She wouldn't make these mistakes again. She might make different mistakes, but never the same one twice, unless it had to do with killing. Many people would see that as a mistake, but she never did. Sometimes, she was foolish enough to slaughter someone in public, but that wasn't the point. She needed to do it. No one would understand her madness until they had to deal with it. Racking her brain for different scenarios, she murmured slowly, "It is obviously someone trying to get you out of the race, perhaps someone whose loyalties are aimed towards Paterson?" She shrugged, for using conjectures would really get them nowhere. They needed proof.
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When Justin met her gaze relentlessly, Evelyn had the urge to tell him what she thought, but she simply smiled. It was a dangerous grin, for her emerald eyes were flashing strangely, but she said nothing else on the matter. He would realize his mistake soon enough. Thankful for the change of subject, Evelyn forced her brain to go back to the moments she had been watching Boone with the other professor. He seemed fully aware of everything, albeit a little confused. "He seemed very sober as far as I could tell. He looked around a few times, so I think he noticed that something was going on." She made a mental note to learn more about this Michael Boone. Why would Justin find him interesting? She regarded him curiously for a moment before saying, " Would he have the ability to compromise your position in any way?" She watched him closely, searching for a sign of anything to tell him what it was about Michael Boone that had him worried. Perhaps it had to do with this woman he had spent time with. Hormones are not a threat to our Ministry. She had to clear her throat to fight the snort clawing its way up her throat, but when she looked back at him, there was no expression on her face. Hormones would have been a threat if he were caught!
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Hearing his orders, she nodded, devising a plan on how she would acquire the list. It made sense that he would disregard the students. It would be highly unlikely that any of them were involved for the simple reason being that most of them didn't care much for politics, or as far she was concerned. Besides, just as Justin had mentioned, inviting the students was a last minute change of plans, so the perpetrator could not have known they would be there. It was an unexpected occurrence. She nodded again, unable to help the rush of lust that swept through her when he said her name. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the mention of Dolohov. He was such a prat, even if he was useful at times. Justin liked him so Evelyn stomached his presence. Saying nothing else, she made her way over to the door and removed the spells from it, stepping out into the hallway carefully, the soft clacking of her heels mixing with the thumps of someone coming in the direction of the party. Frowning, she turned. She felt Justin beside her and she looked over at him. Dolohov stood a few feet away, looking curiously strange. But, Evelyn said nothing. She did not want to anger Justin any further. She simply stood her ground and waited for him to do something.
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