State of Grace (Calypso/Dmitri)

[Calypso Donovan]

As Calypso made her way through the streets of Hogsmeade that warm summer afternoon, a small but genuine smile on her face, she felt a sense of freedom she hadn't felt in almost a year. It had been 3 weeks since she'd decided she just couldn't take it anymore, that she couldn't force herself to stay in an unhappy marriage just to keep her parents happy. And so she and Zane had separated, and he had moved out of the manor, and into a flat in London. Caly had been more than willing to move out herself, Donovan manor was really his, not hers, but he had insisted she stay, and had packed his own things, and she had decided not to end their relationship with yet another argument, they had already had more than enough of those for ten years let alone one.

She knew he was still convinced that this was temporary, that he could convince her things had changed, that he had changed, and that she would then take him back. But after everything he had done to her and it her through back at Hogwarts, she knew in her heart that no matter how much she still loved him, she would never be able to let herself trust him or let her guard down with him again. So being together, it just wouldn't ever work again, he had seen to that when he had destroyed her when they were teenagers. Ending the marriage, separating, was the only option if she wanted any chance of being happy again, and so she had. Her parents were not taking it well, but she had expected that. Her father would get over it, and she honestly didn't care if her mother did or not.

She had woken up this morning in relatively good spirits. Since she didn't have to work or have any other plans today, she decided that doing some shopping could be fun. Normally she would head to London or Diagon Alley, but it had been so long since she'd been to Hogsmeade, and she had to say she missed the quaint village, so she had decided to head there instead. And she had to say she was glad she had made the choice, it was so nice out and Hogsmeade was beautiful in summer. She was spending as much time walking around the cobbled streets as she was actually shopping. There was just a faint light breeze, and it felt his against her face and through her hair. It was a perfect day, and it was nice to be out. She had just excited another shop, and was making her way down the street, when she tripped over a loose stone, almost tumbling over and selling her bags. Thankfully, she just barely managed to regain her balance and hang on to get bags. But as she did so, she found herself kicking eyes with a random man on the street, holding his gaze only for a split second before shifting her gaze away, and letting her mind wander back to her shopping, pondering if she should take a break and grab a coffee.




A.N: Calypso is wearing This without the sunglasses

[Dmitri Manchester]

Hogsmeade. It was one of the few places that Dmitri really had to watch himself. His last excursion near the school had resulted in the gleeful capture of his former classmate, however he did not anticipate that the little trickster had made friends with the Aurors. He wasn't sure why that surprised him, really. The taller one was the one that he worried about. He had reacted strongest to the news of his abduction.

He was attempting to remain as unnoticed as possible as he canvased the town in the high daylight hours, the heat was getting to him. He had spent the past decade in Russia and found that the cold agreed with him far better than this bloody heat. He was dressed all in black as he moved through the shadows, studying the access roads to and from the village to ensure a successful infiltration, when he looked up from the road, his eyes met another pair of dark eyes of the fairer sex.

For a moment, he froze. He was not to be seen and failed. However, the more he looked at her, the more he was drawn to the delicate and so fragile visage.

Hm.

New game?

He found himself moving toward her and gazing at her with the dark gaze of a preditor. Oh, yes little rabbit, come to the slaughter. As he reached her, he spoke in a low, corrupt tenor. "Zhat vas a nasty tumble. Are you alright? No tvists?" Those dark eyes bore into that skin with a hunger to see her in red.

"And vha,t may I ask, does the lady prefer to be called?"