the_debt_of_time

The Quick-Quotes Quill stilled for a brief moment when Mia's voice and stare
turned cold, and it looked as though Rita was contemplating something.
Mia hoped she was contemplating fear—it would make things a lot easier and a
great deal more fun.
"And exactly how old were you when your... association with Mr Black began?" Rita
asked.
There it was.
The implication was insulting to Sirius and offensive to Mia, regardless of the
dreams she used to have as a teenager spending holidays at Grimmauld Place with a
sleeping Sirius Black only doors away from her. Neither had ever acted on it until she
was definitely of age or when they were both underage.
"Time and age mean nothing to me," Mia said firmly. "Had you been less of a
treacherous bitch, I might have offered you the story of a lifetime. War, betrayal, murder,
sex... love that goes beyond the bounds of time and death. Unfortunately, you
have severely pissed me off one too many times, and even the overused idea of blackmail
hasn't stopped you, so I hardly think we'll be best friends now."
She stood quickly, aiming her wand over Rita's shoulder and blasting the Quick-
Quotes Quill into tiny shards; the parchment burnt to a crisp.
Her face scrunched up into an expression of rage, and Rita's eyes widened in a panic
at the missing wand she normally kept in the pocket of her robes. She looked up to see
Mia smirking at her, ash wand in one hand, vinewood in the other.
Rita hissed at the sight of her wand in the hands of another. "How did you—?"
Mia used her vinewood wand to summon a glass jar from her purse.
At the sight of the container, Rita took a step back. "I don't think so, missy. You
think I'm stupid enough to shift in front of you so you can capture me again?" She laughed
loudly—too loud to sound normal—perhaps hoping it would draw attention from a
potential rescue party.
"Do you think I'm not smart enough to force you?" Mia asked. "What was it the
papers have been calling me lately? In addition to 'opportunistic hussy,' of course. Brightest
Witch of the Age? I imagine that someone bearing that moniker would know how to force
an Animagus into their form. It's N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration. But we all know that I've
always been a bit of an overachiever."