The Darkness in my Heart

[Charles Warner]

July 18, 1884

Nothing annoyed Charles more than taking an interest in a woman later to find out she was some halfblood or middle class girl. Having been raised by two staunch blood purists, Charles would openly shame anyone who had any muggles in their intermediate family, most especially muggleborns. He also wasn't too fond of muggles with those filthy muggle nobility titles. Being an animagus, Charles found it easy to spy on and listen to the conversations of others while in his eagle form, so he decided that's how he would find the perfect woman to be his wife.

Sitting up on a tree branch over Padmore Park, the bald eagle eagerly listened to the conversations of some of the upper class folk that were scattered around the open tent, talking to family members and members of families whose houses hadn't managed to be burned down. He'd finally decided to leave his animagus form once he got tired of hearing witches gossip about the latest scandals and hearing dirty muggleborns crying because they weren't with their parents.

Flying down behind a bush—one where it would be completely possible for someone to see him if they were to pay attention—Charles shifted back into his five foot, seven inch tall self and glanced around at the crowd to assure that no one had seen him.

  

[Tatiana Carrow]

Tatiana delighted in secrets, secrets and pain. There were few even in her immediate family who would think her anything but strange if they knew all of her predilections and proclivities, and so she was careful to keep herself locked away except from a select few. Primarily, at the moment, Narcissa.

The death of some cousins put Tatiana in black, but it hardly bothered her; black flattered most Lestrange women. On a stroll in the park with her less-than-observant chaperon, she spotted an eagle land ... then a man of a height with her stand. It did not take much skill to add two and two and get four.

Not, of course, that it was appropriate to go over and strike up a conversation, but provided the gentleman (only slightly taller than Tatiana, if at all) was a pureblood ... well, he might be worth becoming acquainted with. To indicate that, she signaled by elevating her parasol in her left hand; if he were subtle enough to know at least some of the various codes used for surreptitious conversation, he could make their meeting occur.