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Being the youngest Hit Witch at the Ministry certainly had it's ups and downs. She had gotten that far and with good reason. Not only was she cunning, but she had the brains and skills to back it up. The men that she worked with liked to underestimate her, but she loved a good challenge, especially when she could prove them wrong. Ember looked like a warrior in her uniform, her back cloak only framing her face and making her eyes stand out more. She did the Dolohov name proud, being a powerful witch and acquiring a job that made her family look...well, good. In reality, Antonin was far from good. He had spent most of her childhood locked away in Azkaban for the things he had done during the war. It was for this reason that Ember turned out the way she had. She wasn't corrupted by his teachings. Yes, she was a pureblood and held a respectable place in the community, but she wasn't warped. She had met too many people her age, that their parents had twisted and molded- making them into something that they weren't. She was honestly blessed that she had the mother that she did. When it was time for her father to re-enter her life, she was cautious. She had heard the things that kids had said about him. Some praised him for what he had done for the "cause." Others spoke of what a monster he was. How he had killed so many people. That she was going to live with a murderer. This obviously scared her. However, her father wasn't anything like she had thought up in her head. Yes, he taught her magic that she had never heard of before, but he wasn't crazy. Then again, she didn't know the things he had really done or the people he was friends with. She learned better, eventually.

Scaling the side of a castle in Oxfordshire was not what she was expecting to do when she went into work today. However, madmen didn't seem to have any sense of time or space. Apparently, threatening to blow up someone's estate was more appealing than just...robbing a bank or something that normal criminals did. Once she got inside one of the windows, spells and curses were flying across the room. It was like a fucking war zone. Ember looked over at one of her comrades, giving her the signal to go for it. This is always when things got fun. See, wizards expected to only use their wands. Ember didn't believe in that, which is why the team she was on did so well; they had an advantage. Taking out a knife from a holster around her ankle, she threw it and watch as it pierced through his right hand, knocking his wand to the ground. All in a days work, right? Of course, the criminals were supposed to be brought back alive, but sometimes things didn't always go to plan. For instance, if someone's life was in danger- as in ready to be murdered- they were allowed to use deadly force. She didn't understand why these pieces of shit got a fair trial, anyway. Most of them had done unspeakable things. This guy, for instance, had slaughtered his entire family publicly in a muggle village. It was terrible! Yet, here they were, binding him with magic to take him to Azkaban for processing to await trial. It was stupid. That was when you could really tell she was only eighteen, despite looking twenty-five.

Once she got back to her little flat in London, she showered for what felt like an hour. It was the only time of the day that she had complete silence and peace. She had decided that she was going to go down to the boardwalk tonight. She could walk, in case she felt like getting trashed. It was really a win win situation. Ember got dressed, keeping in mind that she could actually look like a young adult now that she was off work. She looked in the mirror once more before deciding she looked cute. Not that she ever really had a boyfriend. She always thought the guys in school were too stupid for her or too cocky. It was hard to find that "perfect balance." She was picky, anyway. However, she was a flirt and she liked to have a good time. It was unusual (or common, honestly) for her to end up with a random guy in her bed after a night of partying. If only her parents knew. They'd murder her. Ember left her flat, making her way along the river in central London. It was definitely a mild October evening, another reason why she loved autumn. It wasn't long before she found herself on the boardwalk, immediately scoping out the alcoholic beverages. After taking a much needed shot, she got her favorite- Captain and Coke. It was strong and usually did the job. Ember was walking over to a bench when she saw a guy leaning against the railing near her. He was alone, she thought, just like herself. "Oh, what the hell." she muttered, making her way over to him. Ember mimicked his posture, leaning against the railing as well- her drink in her hand. "You don't look like you're enjoying yourself very much." she stated, looking at him. He was what most would call, "classically handsome." And...had she seen him somewhere before? Their fathers. They were friends, right? She suddenly found herself distracted by the tattoos on his arm. Dammit, she was a sucker for those. Well, hello, ADD. Nice to see you again. Ember pursed her lips before finishing her drink. She bumped her shoulder against his lightly, grinning. "Come on, you seem like you could use a drink. I'll even buy because I've decided not to be a bitch tonight." she smirked, before going over towards the small walk up bar.