Post by PIETRA HELENE MARQUIS on May 31, 2014 19:35:27 GMT -8
Pietra Marquis kept her eyes trained on the target that was on the opposite side of the range. The Head of the Auror department was off on business and Pietra had taken to using the office as a shooting range while they were out. It was exhilarating for her - a new kind of thrill that she didn’t get from the job any longer. She could feel the steady beating of her heart against her rib cage, but her eyes and stance betrayed no sign of elevated heart-rate. Instead she was statuesque in the way that she raised the gun. The target was no more than twenty yards away, waiving slightly with every gust of air conditioning that seemed to catch it. She could hardly see the movement, though, focusing only on the center of the bullseye, watching with her careful intensity.
Four quick shots were fire in succession, the recoil causing the last of the shots to be slightly left of center. The brunette frowned as she fired the rest of the magazine, counting a total of twelve bullets that were now lodged into the outside wall of the Auror’s office. She heard the door creak open and was suddenly wishing that she had left one more shot in the chamber so she could scare the crap out of whoever it was.
“Guns seem a little...primitive for catching dark wizards, don’t you think, Pete?” One of the younger Aurors asked her as they pushed into the office.
Pietra turned around, her eyes still full of the same intense spirit they had been for a while as she looked at the intruder. Normally people knew better than to interrupt her when she was busy, but apparently this was a new concept for the younger Auror, “Who said anything about using it for a job?” She inquired, setting the gun down on the table and adjusting the lapels of her suit before picking it back up and slipping it into the holster around her waist, “I’m doing it for the thrill.”
She grabbed the rest of her papers off of the desk and patted the younger Auror on the shoulder as she exited, “You won’t mind cleaning up for me, will you Wilkerson?” With that, she walked out of the office and directly to her cubicle on the second level. It was near the center of the floor, filled with newspaper clippings of Dark Wizards from the Prophet, a few family photos, and a not-so-gentle reminder that her social life was nearly non-existent as of late. Throwing her papers onto her desk, she picked up a file and sat down in her chair, beginning to read about a few uprisings in Central London that were beginning to worry the Minister.TAG; OPENNOTES; new character, new fun!