Post by Jane Anwyl-Beaumanoir on Jul 6, 2008 21:45:14 GMT -5
February 16, 2009
8:30 PM
Darkness covered the night sky, it seemed like a good rain was going to come their way. The weather was violent, something Jane could relate with. The day of work was done. The tallies were figured out (They had a good haul today), everything was dusted, and all the candles were blown out. Finally free from this hellish work week. Seeing at the rain looked a few hours off she decided to take a walk down Knockturn and visit some of her old haunts.
Exiting the door she locked it with a special spell that made it so only she could unlock the door. Something she picked up in Russia. Bright green eyes scanned the area around her. It was not too late, people were still milling about Diagon Alley searching for this and that. No one was entering Knockturn Alley. Not a soul. Everyone who needed to be here already was. She could feel people staring at her as she locked her door. She didn't look like she fit there. Though she wore outrageous Victorian getups and had vibrant pink hair she still looked too nice to be in such a place.
Jane finished her daily task and started into the darkness of the Alley. She wore a long Victorian bustle dress which was black and grey striped, a corset made of the same black and grey fabric, a long black overcoat that fell to about her knees, a Slytherin scarf, and a pair of her finest Victorian lace up boots. Even the people on Knockturn watched intently as Jane walked by; this may be because of the wake of death that follows her. Both parents gone and her surrogate father. Not that she had anything to do with either, it still worried people.
Her khol rimmed eyes glanced from side to side, watching people shy away as she passed. Her once happy smile turned into a scowl, full of malice. She was finding no one to speak to, no one at all. Jane turned into a dingy bar, not like Wicked Times. This was where you wanted to be if you didn't want anyone to overhear you. She walked over to the bar and sat down, ordering a fire whiskey and beer. She did not notice the person who sat down next to her.
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8:30 PM
Darkness covered the night sky, it seemed like a good rain was going to come their way. The weather was violent, something Jane could relate with. The day of work was done. The tallies were figured out (They had a good haul today), everything was dusted, and all the candles were blown out. Finally free from this hellish work week. Seeing at the rain looked a few hours off she decided to take a walk down Knockturn and visit some of her old haunts.
Exiting the door she locked it with a special spell that made it so only she could unlock the door. Something she picked up in Russia. Bright green eyes scanned the area around her. It was not too late, people were still milling about Diagon Alley searching for this and that. No one was entering Knockturn Alley. Not a soul. Everyone who needed to be here already was. She could feel people staring at her as she locked her door. She didn't look like she fit there. Though she wore outrageous Victorian getups and had vibrant pink hair she still looked too nice to be in such a place.
Jane finished her daily task and started into the darkness of the Alley. She wore a long Victorian bustle dress which was black and grey striped, a corset made of the same black and grey fabric, a long black overcoat that fell to about her knees, a Slytherin scarf, and a pair of her finest Victorian lace up boots. Even the people on Knockturn watched intently as Jane walked by; this may be because of the wake of death that follows her. Both parents gone and her surrogate father. Not that she had anything to do with either, it still worried people.
Her khol rimmed eyes glanced from side to side, watching people shy away as she passed. Her once happy smile turned into a scowl, full of malice. She was finding no one to speak to, no one at all. Jane turned into a dingy bar, not like Wicked Times. This was where you wanted to be if you didn't want anyone to overhear you. She walked over to the bar and sat down, ordering a fire whiskey and beer. She did not notice the person who sat down next to her.
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