Progress Report (Marilyn & Louis)

Marilyn had just been scanning the dance floor after walking around the perimiter again when she suddenly felt breath beside her ear.

It was literally everything she could do not to jump five feet in the air, instantly recognizing the voice that made her stomach clench in a completely different way than Jake had.

"Enjoying yourself, Caldwell?"

"Not if you don't want me to be, Sir." Came the reply along with a straightened spine, not losing the 'casual' smile that was placed on her face so onlookers would not think anything was wrong.
Marilyn felt slightly frustrated at how seemingly easy it had been for him to sneak up on her. True, it was Louis Clement and against him she didn't have much of a chance, but still the witch made a mental note to control her back better.

The witch relaxed her stance slightly at his words, still straighter than usual, but less stiff.
Marilyn had grown up mainly under her Grandmothers supervision and since her Grandmother was Gwen Caldwell that meant training. And obviously the first lesson had been respect those of higher rank. Those countless hours had left the witch with certain ingrained behaviors that as an Auror under Louis Clements command could only be useful.
"Anything to report?"
"No, Sir. Nothing suspicious so far. I've been scanning the ballroom and I checked the exits, everything is secure. Nobody has reported anything suspicous from the other rooms." She answered quietly, eyes still on the dance floor.
"However I am not sure of the Entrance Hall, seeing as Shuter has not responded to any dispatches."
The witch added on expressionlessly, though she was slightly miffed that Shuter was there as she deemed him utterly incompetant, but it didn't show.
She wasn't incompetant after all.

At his muttered words she couldnt help a slight snort escape, but immedietly she resumed her neutral expression, pretending that she hadn't lost composure even for a second, although she was most certainly amused.

"I'm glad you're holding the room well, Caldwell. I knew you were the one to hold this room."

Not even missing a beat she answered, "Merci beucoup. Est-ce que vous vous amusez, Sir?" Trying not to beam with pride at his words and trying to not let on how amused she was, since she expected he assumed that she didn't understand french, but her grandmother had insisted on instructing her from a young age.
And now, for the first time, it was proving very useful.

"Please don't mention that to anyone."

The aspiring Auror nodded, "It would not be my place to mention anything, Sir." Her expression remained relatively neutral with the slightest hint of a half-smile. Marilyn was now full of a new confidence that settled her nerves and gave her an extra push to soldier on steadily.

The witch nodded at his answer but didn't speak, simply because it was not necessary. Instead she continued to scan the crowd.

"If you're okay, Caldwell, I'll be on my way."

"Yes, Sir." Mari nodded once more, eyes still on the crowd. This was important, they really could not afford to not be able to focus 100% on the task at hand.