Roslyn listened to the mobile radio with deft attention. Potter Watch was something that everyone Order member listened to. Although she may have not known him very well, she had liked everything Harry Potter stood for, and wanted to make sure that he was okay in such trying times. Unknown to him, he was the beacon of hope to all of those who were fighting against the dark order of the Death Eaters. He was The Boy Who Lived. He was the one who could finally put Lord Voldermort six feet under.
"Remember, kids," the familiar voice of the former Hogwarts Quidditch announcer continued, "Support Harry Potter as much as you can. Can't let Moldy Voldy get the best of us! That is it for Potter Watch. Next Password is Hopswitch."
The sound of the radio fizzled and all that could be heard around her was the sound of the wind. She turned the knob to the off setting before she placed the now silent device into her backpack. As quietly as she could manage, she zipped it back up and shouldered it. Tonight she had been sent to do recon. A meeting of Death Eaters at the house of a particularly prestigious one and there was to be some pertinent information exchanged during it. Most magical bugs could be detected by their means, which made gleaning anything difficult. An operative needed to be present. It made it dangerous.
Keeping the safe distance, she rolled out an extendable ear. Those Weasley twins really knew how to make brilliant gadgets and that particular invention was not detectable by magical means. You had to have an attention to detail and, in this darkness with the masks that Death Eaters wore, she highly doubted that anyone would find her.
The redhead simply waited. It wouldn't be long now.<|im_end|>
It was a shame that such a beautiful woman was being put on recon duty. The reason being that she was not going to come back to The Order, at least, in one piece. One Death Eater, who was on his own version of recon, had seen the woman who was trying to spy over their duty. He didn't have an extendable ear, but he did have excellent eyesight. Anthony grabbed his wand from his waist, and he then moved off of the top of the house, which was his spying spot. She was too focused on hearing plans that she wouldn't be ready for him. Anthony crept up behind her, and at about 3 feet behind her, he mumbled, "Expelliarmus." To get rid of her wand. If the spell managed to do that, then he would be at his mercy.
Anthony was a Death Eater in his 20s, who was never really fond of having Mudbloods stain the bloodlines of so many good ancestors. That, and he never really had a group that he could call his own. He ran his hand through his black hair, and he smirked as he looked at his target. What a shame. What a shame. His brown eyes stared at the woman, and assuming that he disarmed her, he began his attack. He raised his wand and muttered a spell, and if the spell worked, then she would be unable to scream, unable to yell out. She could only talk at a normal voice. He then asked. "What do you think you are doing, Miss? You think you can find out what our plans are going to be? You think you can make a difference?" There was then a small laugh. "The only thing that is going to happen to you, is slow death. You got me, sexy?"<|im_end|>