Post by Juliet Hughes on Jul 7, 2007 19:42:22 GMT -5
Five inches of red heel tapped loudly against the uneven gravel. The woman attached to them looked like she was ready to waltz into some lord's fancy private dinner. Not an infallible task. Though it would have require a different pair of shoes. She would never be able to get past some retched three-headed dog or Devil's Snare that protected the property in these, though they did match the vibrant red hue of her just-above-knee length dress. Not to worry. She was attempting to be subtle and had thrown a nifty little trench coat over her shoulders. It was a poor cover up, but it at least fell to her knees.
It was unusual for such a well dressed woman to be wandering down Diagon Alley alone. It was even more unusual for that woman to be Juliet Hughes, whom just recently had received a nice sickle raise in her salary for two headline stories back to back in the paper. Not that she didn't normally do that, but these ones had been contraversal... more than usual. And now she was going for two sickles; a conversation with the Big Bad Wolf himself. Deliciously nasty, wasn't it?
A left, a right, and a long walk down a narrow dark alleyway. It sent a small chill up Juliet's spine and she readjusted the neck of her coat against more than the December chill. After all, that was what heating charms were for. She had to give this Dark and Creepy credit. He sure did pick places right out of a small child's nightmares. She already knew he had class, she just hadn't known that he had good taste too.
Pausing, gray eyes swept the alleyway as a hand brought strains of auburn hair behind her ear, their mousy roots just visible in the moonlight. The only light for that matter. When Hughes had said she wanted to have tea and chatter with Alpha Wolf, she had ideally hoped for something a bit... cozier.
After all, Juliet had sucked many of her resources dry and called in a lot of debts to arrange for a simple letter to be delivered. He could have denied the request and it all would have been for nothing. If he was going to play host in a dump, he hopefully was at least hospitable enough to bring drinks.
(( Not exactly closed. But if you spoil my interview, I will not be a very happy reporter. PM for premission if you want in. ))
It was unusual for such a well dressed woman to be wandering down Diagon Alley alone. It was even more unusual for that woman to be Juliet Hughes, whom just recently had received a nice sickle raise in her salary for two headline stories back to back in the paper. Not that she didn't normally do that, but these ones had been contraversal... more than usual. And now she was going for two sickles; a conversation with the Big Bad Wolf himself. Deliciously nasty, wasn't it?
A left, a right, and a long walk down a narrow dark alleyway. It sent a small chill up Juliet's spine and she readjusted the neck of her coat against more than the December chill. After all, that was what heating charms were for. She had to give this Dark and Creepy credit. He sure did pick places right out of a small child's nightmares. She already knew he had class, she just hadn't known that he had good taste too.
Pausing, gray eyes swept the alleyway as a hand brought strains of auburn hair behind her ear, their mousy roots just visible in the moonlight. The only light for that matter. When Hughes had said she wanted to have tea and chatter with Alpha Wolf, she had ideally hoped for something a bit... cozier.
After all, Juliet had sucked many of her resources dry and called in a lot of debts to arrange for a simple letter to be delivered. He could have denied the request and it all would have been for nothing. If he was going to play host in a dump, he hopefully was at least hospitable enough to bring drinks.
(( Not exactly closed. But if you spoil my interview, I will not be a very happy reporter. PM for premission if you want in. ))