Parker sat watching all the people over his cup of coffee. Whenever someone would look back at him he smiled kindly enough. Of course he really wasn’t interested in any of them. If everything went according to plan there was a good chance most of these people would be dead soon enough. Still he smiled, putting on that friendly mask that he wore every day. It was exhausting. Luckily he was well practiced and so far hadn’t slipped.

Though making Mameri upset wasn’t a good move. Still he would go through business as usual. That was more important after all. He could deal with the acceptance of a teenaged sister later. A girl walked up to his table wearing white and showing the beginning of a pregnancy. Parker smiled at her too tilting his head so he was looking at her directly.

“Then you must be Lislotte,” He spoke. “Nice to meet you.” But it wasn’t. Really pregnant teens. That was what the death eaters were looking at? It sure felt like they were grasping straws. It was a little insulting. Still Parker would talk to this girl like he needed to. Though if this was the stuff that he would be sent to do there would need to a shift of some sort. Even if he straight up refused and questioned the authority he was supposed to be falling in line under. There were more powerful and useful people out there than this girl, he knew that for a fact. That wasn’t fair to the girl standing in front of him though, he didn’t know her.

Parker cast a glance, and moved his hand at the chair that pulled itself out for her. He had always been good at simple wandless magic, even comandless magic. It was anything that was able to give him an advantage. It was easier to catch opponents off guard if they didn’t hear what you were going to do. If he ever lost his wand then he wouldn’t be totally helpless either. The later was limited though. He still had a lot to go before he honed that part of his craft. “Sit and we will get this thing started,” Parker then said with a crooked smile.

He could see that she didn’t really want to be here. At least they had that much in common. Parker figured that she had probably grown up with all this talk and expectation. Why else would he have gotten the letter saying that ‘her parents feel that she needs some more encouragement from someone closer to her age’.

She smiled at him. At least that was a sign that she was planning to sit through this regardless of how she really felt about the meeting. Parker was able to read that smile, because that was the same smile he wore almost every day. It was the same smile he wore now. Parker was good at reading people. He had to be if he was looking for recruits. Just flat out asking if someone was willing to join the death eaters there needed to be other ways for him to read people.

Parker watched Lislotte. She took a moment to sit. He could see the glint that was appreciation for what he did. It was a simple enough trick, but at least she was smart enough to understand that it did take skill to not use a wand. Many creatures used magic without wands. Parker often thought that it was a sad that witches and wizards often constricted themselves to a piece of wood. Still he liked his wand, was skilled with it.

The girl sat and Parker set down his coffee, clasped his hands together and leaned forward in his chair. “I have meet them briefly once, yeah,” Parker spoke with a nod. He had been introduced to most of the other death eaters. A lot of them he just knew a name and exchanged a hand shake. Parker couldn’t say who this girls parents were exactly.

“Apparently I’m here to convince you, or something,” his tone was dismissive. “Honestly I feel like with something this serious you shouldn’t need convincing. Maybe with recent…” Parker glances at her stomach. “events in your life maybe that is what is making you hesitant?”

Honestly Parker probably should have been more sensitive and friendly. He was told that he needed to get people on their side. Between his personal issues and his true feelings on people it was hard. For Parker if a person was sympathetic to the muggle integration there was no reason to even waste his time. “Or do they just not talk to you enough to know your feelings and are worried about their little girl falling into the arms of a mudblood, or worse, muggle?” A smirk crawled its way on his lips, in place of the crooked charming smile that was there before. He might as well get straight to the point. If she was at all interested in anything but pure bloods there was no need in going any farther.

He seemed to hit a button right of the bat. Parker simply smirked. He could care less how she spoke to him. He wasn’t going to go prancing off to daddy and cry because some girl was snipping at him. He sipped at his coffee. It was still hot so he was careful not to burn his moth. No need to loose his composure of something dumb like scalding his tongue.

“Look I would have ended up talking to you regardless. That is my job. It just happened now because your parents spoke to someone and they felt that it was a pressing matter,” Parker shrugged. Woman was not something he would call her. She was a girl, just like he was still a kid. Sure she might have been bring sweet yelling life into the world but having a child does not a woman make. “As long as you are sure that is all I need. But know there isn’t much you will be able to do if things go down before you give birth.”

Parker was the type of pureblood that would bite his tongue and deal with those who weren’t. He had to. At first when he was thrown into the melting pot that was Salem he was a lot like he expected that Lislotte was. Obviously proud and descending towards those who weren’t pure bloods. His mother was the one that told him to make friends, even with people who were muggle born. That was how you were able to live without bringing attention. The more he spoke to these kids the more he was a little appalled that they were so loud and snappy. The ninjas had a good idea. Hunt quietly take them out when they weren’t expecting.

“All I was sent here to do was make sure that you were with us. If you say you are fine. If you have doubts or questions poor them on I’ll talk. I doubt you have many people you can do that with.”

Parker leaned back in his chair looking her over some more. There was something to be said about a someone who would just drop the unpleasant part of a conversation. She at least knew better than to make some sort of scene because she felt he was attacking her. Parker wasn’t. Yes he never liked the idea of a teenaged parent. That was simply because he knew that he would never be able to raise a child at such a young age.

“I have,” He nodded simply. “Alaska.” That was all he said. “Would moving be something you could do easily?” He noticed how she moved her hands over her stomach, almost protectively. There were times that he felt bad having these talks with teenagers. This girl had to be around his sister’s age. Sure when he was their age he had his mind made up. Long before that he had decided that this was his mission. He had met with the ghost of a little girl by then he had his mind made up and nothing to lose. Not like this girl, she was just starting her life with a child. Unfortunately it was kill or be killed in this case and he was happy to see she was understanding that

Parker nodded. He knew his duties and what was expected of him from a very young age. Naturally that was how it would be for the son of Rudolfus Lastrange. He felt it was different from Lislotte’s though. His mom wasn’t harping on and on about not associating with the muggles and the blood traders. She wanted him to learn how to live amongst them, blend and sneak around. Parker did his job well not only because of his commitment but because that was the was all he knew how to do. Just because he played nice with muggles and those that associated with them did not change his mind set about them. He just didn’t think that lashing out and jumping into the killing was the right way to go about it.

“I have, my mother is very involved, always has been.”

“Good,” A tricky grin spread across his face. This girl seemed to be all for everything. Still Parker wasn’t sure how it would actually be when the time came and she was farther along in her pregnancy. “I can show you the way when you are ready to move. From there you will get to talk to the higher ups. Show your skills and they can put you where we need you most.”

It all seemed simple, really that was the most simple part of it. Parker knew better. She would be put through the ringer to prove her loyalty. Just going to Alaska was the first step. No dieing in the trial was another. Sevrin was a serious man that didn’t take weakness well. Even more so if he thought anyone at all was trying to pull a fast one on the Death Eaters they would be killed with no questions asked.

“Just know that you better be sure that you want to do this, you life could depend on it,” His grin switched to a smirk. “So are you going to wait until…” He glanced at her stomach and then back at her. She would not be able to prove her full worth wobbling around like a penguin trying to dog hexes. “And if you are ….you might want to find a place for your baby.” His mouth pressed into a line.

There could have been a weird little death eater nursery but Parker had never looked for one. War really was no place for a child, even less for a baby. He could only hope for her child’s sake that she left if behind whole she trained. She could get a position back in her home country so she could spend time. Be a scout like him, take care of Scandinavia.