Bella sat down in the given chair , albeit shakily, and watched the wand warily as he gave it to the young man. The burly man was either very fast or had not left the room at all to go and get Forrester. This confused her. Whose office was she in? And how had he become boss? And more importantly, of what?
His question about her last name earned a delicate shrug from the woman, "Bella Lewis" The tone was course and forced. Afterall, changing your name after so many years was difficult to get used to. Her step-father's name had been easier to take up than anything foreign and yet it was far away from normal. Their eyes met and Bella looked away quickly, fear showing in her eyes. Those blue eyes. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, the ministry kept the levels quite cool and the barefeet and blouse were keeping her far from warm. Chewing on her bottom lip she shifted in her seat remembering all to well the cold, dark, dankness of the warehouse. Spells richocheting and people falling. Dying. Bella peripherally saw the wand twirl between his fingers, an irritatingly familiar gesture.
"Stop it." She whispered terrifyingly.. She'd gotten to the ministry, gotten this far in her plan. Even through the alias she'd made it without too much mistake. Through her failure she'd managed to repent... she hoped and now his familiarity was questioning her mission.
"Is this MLES?" She asked. The Auror's had a larger office from what she could remember and the burly man seemed to walk around the office as if he owned if, suggesting it was his department but that didn't make sense. He'd left Aurors for MLES? She scoffed. Highly unlikely.