Rhysenn's Hideaway

[Rhysenn Wood]

Tucked far away from the village resides the Seer Rhysenn Wood, granddaughter of Maude Wood, whose last prediction has sparked many a debate since her death. Death seems to follow Rhysenn, after her second husband died she bought this small cottage in hopes she will not be disturbed by Death Eaters or enemies.

The cottage has many protective spells, especially while the Dark Lord is so powerful. Only those invited by letter or Rhysenn herself may enter.

Although her cottage may appear unseemly and a trifle medieval Rhysenn does not mind. It keeps her conspicious, which is her greatest concern.

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Apparates back home, brushing off the foliage from her robes, giving a fatigued sigh as she made her way to bed. She knew better than to go anywhere alone during these times, the Sight was bound to control her, as always. Still, since her last husband's death she could only rely on herself.**

**Before retreating into her bedroom, she summons her crystal ball and lays it on her lap, looking into the swirling clouds, trying to glimpse any of the present. Right before she gives up, she spots bright green eyes somewhere within the Ministry.**

**Satisfied that the proper person knows of the Ministry kidnapping Rhysenn trudges to bed with an easy mind.**

[Rafe Hitchens]

*A halfway sober Rafe peers at the old-fashioned cottage, remembering a rumour he picked up from other wanderers on the street.*

*Murmurs in disbelief.*

Seer? Tha's th' word on th' street, innit? Could be a laugh riot if I 'appened by, eh?

*Approaches the door, knocking on it.*

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Lifts herself from her soft bed, opening the door to find a street urchin on her doorstep, who smells of toil and muggle sewers.**

May I help you? Are you lost, young man?

**Looks concerned, sympathy etched on her pale face.**

**Quietly.**

Or do you need something else?

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Wipes his nose on his sleeve, looking over the pretty young woman with interest, a mischievous glint appearing in his bloodshot eyes.*

See, I'm not particularly lost, babe. A bloke on th' way told me o' your services and I thought I might give it a go, if you'll permit me, little darlin'.

*Gives a heartfelt smile, looking less malnourished.*

'Ey, it'll only take a mo'. Bit tators, dun't ya agree?

*Stops rambling on, trying to look respectable.*

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Looking wary, Rhysenn assesses the man's honesty and appearance, thinking that he must be harmless by the look of him.**

Yes, there is a chill in the air, young man.

**Offers her hand.**

Rhysenn Wood. Come on in, out of the cold air.

**Closes her eyes, trying to recall whether or not she's seen the street wanderer before, in a dream or otherwise.**

Rafe Hitchens, isn't it? Don't be alarmed.

[Zero Quinn]

[Lucretia Black]

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*she has heard rumours about the woman, but having her own abilities she never thought of going to a Seer. Having thought about Zero's advice for a while, and realizing that it can't go on with her nightmares, she stands now on the porch of the small cottage, still hesitating*

*nervously she knocks on the door, half hoping that nobody is home*

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Rhysenn looks up from her crystal ball which she had been mindlessly watching for the last half hour, hoping that something exciting was going on somewhere. She had seen a couple fighting and another one getting back together, but nothing worth a knut to the Ministry.**

Be right there, Lucretia.

**Flinches as the witch's name spills out. She ought to be more careful when she spoke to witches and wizards without the Sight.**

**Rushes to the door, wearing purple robes that swish like satin.**

Do come in. I think I may have seen your face swirling around somewhere. I can't quite remember today. Try me tomorrow.

**Gives a chuckle.**

[Lucretia Black]

*regards the witch who opened the door with suspicion. She looked very much like what a muggle would imagine: flowing fabric and shawls gliding off*

"Did you just call me by my name?*

*when she steps inside she spots a crystal ball in the background*

Oh no, more clichés. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come.

"Could you see why I would come, too?"

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Automatically narrows her eyes at the witch's expression.**

Yes, I know your name. I have probably seen your face swirling about in my crystal while hearing someone saying it. I connected your face to your name then.

**Sighs impatiently, wishing she could be completely clairvoyant, not just randomly Seeing into certain aspects of the mind.**

No, I don't know that. The Sight doesn't just build a house and live in you; it comes and goes. More often than not I can't even recall my best predictions. Besides, it seems like you're used to using Occlumens. I'm not a terribly gifted in Legilmency so I only can glean what you want me to.

**Manages a polite smile.**

I've seen you instructing in the Potions classroom. Other than that, I know very little of you.

[Lucretia Black]

*nods, a little more satisfied*

"Yes, that's right, I teach potions from time to time. And I can do occlumency if I need to."

*doesn't wait for the slightly spacy witch to ask her to sit down, and lets herself fall into a comfortable chair at the table with the crystal ball. From the first impression she expected having to remove a herd of cats from the furniture, but she can't spot any furry animal in the room*

"Well, then lets get to business."

*she takes the mysterious letter out of her pocket and hands it over to the witch*

"This here gives me nightmares. A friend told me I should try to find the sender because my imagination might picture the things I See worse. Only, I have no clue how."

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Gives an embarrassed gesture when Lucretia sits down.**

Interesting.

**Takes the letter, instantly gleaning the information and Seeing a few associated memories, such as many faces and startling images.**

**Drops the letter, as if burned, overwhelmed by all the memories bombarding her mind.**

Excuse me, it's really laden with memory.

**Curiously.**

Where do you store the letter, if I may ask? Sometimes proximity will increase nightmares. Although, I'm probably simplifying the matter. You're only concerned with the sender's identity, am I correct in this?

[Lucretia Black]

*is reassure by the way the Seer drops the letter instantly, that means it's not only her imagination going wild*

"Usually I am keeping it in a magically sealed drawer of my nightstand."

*tries to explain further*

"I do not question the facts written in it. You are a witch and a Seer, you know how it is when people die. Where you could feel something in the back of your mind, or your heart, even if they are very far away from you, the moment they die, there is nothing. There is a void."

*swallows because it's still hard for her to think of it*

"And now I want to find the one who wrote it, I need to know more than the austere facts he gave. Truth, no matter how gruesome it is, is better that what my imagination makes of the feelings and hatred transmitted between the lines."

[Rhysenn Wood]

**Smiles understandingly.**

Yes, I know about death. The void will never be filled, will it?

**Takes a deep, calming breath before once again taking the letter in her hands, closing her eyes and Seeing many images appearing in rapid succession. She sees a red-haired man with flawlessly smooth, pale skin. Rhysenn sees him penning the letter for a second, then she sees him moving through the darkness. Two seconds later she hears shouting and believes she may have picked out the man's name. No, not a man... a vampire. The last memory she Sees she sees the fangs descend.**

**Drops the letter, breathing deeply as she opens her ever-curious eyes.**

Lucretia, I haven't seen everything. No one has that power or skill. However, I think his name is Jadrin and I can describe his appearance. He looked extremely pale and trim with long red hair, as long as a woman's. The Sight is elusive; I seldom get names until I actually stumble across the face I constantly See in flashes. I heard someone shouting his name, thankfully.

**Quickly corrects herself.**

Ahem, I just said he was a man. I was mistaken because I distinctly saw fangs. He's a vampire, which is both a good and bad thing for you. His last name might be easier to narrow down but tracking him down will be a tedious task if he's one less-than-affable.