does your mother know, dahlia?

Donovon hated doing errands. He hated doing anything that wasn’t for himself to be perfectly honest. He was a selfish man who was tricked into becoming a Death Eater. He couldn’t deny that it didn’t have its perks. No order member had his name on a list. So making it nice with the ‘bad guys’ could only do him some good. Word had spread that one Marcus Flint landed himself in the Wizard Prison. He knew it took someone much more clever to be a double agent. That’s why Dondo himself dropped from Curse Breaking for the Ministry. He had just as many jobs as a freelancer. He also got to pick up the jobs he wanted. Which meant he spent several nights in Barcelona chatting up Selena y Estella; making sure they weren’t lonely. He also spent a couple nights partying in Egypt after a large break. Donovon never claimed he wasn’t brilliant. He knew he was intelligent but he was lazy. Being a freelance was the best thing he ever did for himself. However, sometimes it made him a vital piece of the puzzle of gathering random items around the world. For instance he was to meet Nott here and hand off some random jar of sand. So in reality he knew it was probably for some potion but it didn’t interest Donovon in the least so he didn’t do his research.

Dondo yawned as he apparated to the back alley of Knockturn alley. He doubted that he would actually see Nott. The man was busy and to be honest Donovon didn’t care about that either. As long as he wasn’t on the chopping block he could care less. Adella had trapped him into this situation and he did everything he could to avoid her. He crossed his arms yawning once more as he watched a figure appear in the distance; then another, he let one arm drop from his stance to hold his pocket where his wand was placed just in case this wasn’t a friendly visitation. The man was shorter then Nott, so he knew it wasn’t him directly. ”Martineau, Nott had business to attend and I am meant to bring the jar,” Dondo squinted at the man not quite sure if he was telling the complete truth. ”He would also like you to escort Miss Nott back to Hogsmeade,” Dondo felt an inner sigh echo through his body as he realized he was going to be babysitting for an hour now. Well at least he knew the man was genuine. He pulled the jar from his inner jacket handing it to the man. The man pointed to a shop across the way where he could make out a young woman sitting across the way. ”Don’t dawdle to long, this is a business affair not a social one,” ”Yeah, yeah, yeah I got’it,” Dondo muttered waving him off.

He was not exactly looking forward to babysitting. He hadn’t done so since he was made Prefect his sixth year at Hogwarts. Once again he wasn’t an idiot only lazy. Professors knew that and thought maybe he would reach his potential if given the opportunity. They were wrong. Donovon abused his privilege by sneaking in firewhiskey and after curfew badge to escape those who would normally question him. He pulled the collar up on his leather jacket before stopping next to Miss Nott. ”Miss Nott, names Donovon Martineau,” He explained as he neared her. That’s when he had the full chance to observe her. He knew very little about her. Damien’s name was brought it up far more then hers but he could remember enough. Of course no father would explain that their daughter was a siren from hell but that was beside the point. Dondo gave her a short bow of the head. He had to behave himself with the one. She wasn’t Estella or Selena. He could very well get himself killed. ”Looks like I’m to be your escort,” He explained before let his eyes wander a bit. She was of age if he remembered seventeen but he would certainly be careful about this one. A wrong toe out of line and he wouldn’t wake up the next morning.