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Post by nholt on Dec 5, 2011 20:26:43 GMT -5
Nora shuffled about Diagon Alley, drawing her cloak nearer and avoiding most people that walked amongst her. Even on a slower evening the place had more people than she would have liked, and the blonde much preferred the dark emptiness of Knockturn. Passing around a particularly slow old man and dodging a chatty lady, she maneuvered her way towards Ollivander's. Thinking about the shop made her possess an even tighter grip on her own wand, as if just stepping into the place could somehow pull it from her grasp. She hadn't been there in a decade at least, the one time being the summer before her first year. The woman clutched her wand closer yet, her knuckles turning paler than they already were. It had serviced her just fine over the years, indeed it had, as was being put to particularly good use as of late.
The snatcher was not heading to Ollivander's for some polish or to simply browse, though. Nora was going for a very specific reason, a certain employee... she rain through the facts she had been told once more. Charles D'Eath, she recognized the name vaguely from her own days at Hogwarts. Hufflepuff. And possibly related to the vampire Lorcan D'Eath. The singer had spoken out against the Minister and wound up dead a few days later. Served him right, as far as the woman was concerned. Every last one of them were a danger, in her opinion. Following into all possible leads, she had gotten a bit of information on Charles and found herself heading to Diagon that night to see just how valid it may or may not be. A plan? Nora didn't exactly have one. It all depended on just how things went, and even she couldn't quite predict how this would go.
Stepping towards the entrance of the shop, the blonde entered, closing the door that joggled the small ring of a bell to alert to a shopper's presence. She didn't spend much time lingering near the front of the building, instead quickly darting off down one of the aisles before any workers had a chance to bother her with pointless questions. Pretending to be quite intrigued by a cleaning cloth, she took an opportunity to look around the place. After all, it had been quite some time since she had been there, though not much seemed to have changed over the course of those years. Letting her hand rest on her own wand under her cloak, Nora allowed herself a scanning glance around. There was only one other customer around, and though their presence didn't initially worry the woman, she knew better than to underestimate anyone. Walking about the small store, the Ravenclaw kept a close eye on everyone and her ears open for any sounds of sudden movement. The last thing she wanted was someone sneaking up on her.
Finally wandering towards the counter, Nora retained an air of casualness while the gears continued turning in her head. If there was one thing she was taught, it was to always use your senses. Though she usually had a rather airy demeanor, that could change in an instant and she was trained to be alert and ready for anything. Nora stepped up towards the counter, waiting for someone to approach her. If the place had any customer service whatsoever this Charles would be coming straight to her in no time. All she had to do now was wait.
[my starters are bad, but I hope this works! and I was le creepin' on his app to get the part about his dad, since it was in the prophet the name would have been out there for snatchers to look at. soo we can see where this goes! <3]
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Post by mikey on Dec 7, 2011 15:55:31 GMT -5
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flightless birdnow i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. It was just like any other day in Diagon Alley. Shops began to open up at the crack of dawn, various witches and wizards flooded the streets nearly just as soon as the shops opened. Owls carrying mail swooped in and out of windows flying around on their daily routine, it was like clockwork for a small wizarding community. Also like clockwork, Charles arrived at Ollivander's to open up shop and start his long day. Faces became a blur after an endless line of selling wandcare supplies and trying to mend broken wands to just have to sell them another.
Usually, his job went pretty smoothly. He was often cheerful and happy to help customers. But it was time for him to feed again. Charlie absolutely hated feeding on others. Made him feel guilty, especially if he ever seen them walking around town afterwords. He tried to be as guile and unnoticeable to avoid the panic of a vampire wanting to feed on you, even after Charles would wipe their memory of the event. Maybe after work he would go to get a decent meal. Until then, anything else would have to deal. The hours dragged on what seemed to be incredibly slow. If he didn't get any blood soon, he was liable to attack some innocent customer, then the Snatchers would be on him for sure.
At break, he disapparated to Honeydukes and picked up a few blood-flavored lollipops. Perhaps they would do the trick. Once he made it back to work, he ate about three of the sweets until he actually slowed down to enjoy him. With fewer customers, the vampire decided to head to the back room to work on inventory. He truly couldn't wait to apply to become a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. He had spent nearly all of his adult life in this shop, and wanted a change of scenery. He still remembered when he came here after graduation and got his job, at first he loved it. To see the wonder on the upcoming first years faces when they grasped their wands and realized that that particular wand chose them to be it's master. Or to hear the stories of how someone broke their's and need it to either be fixed or to purchase another one. Most of the time, the excuses or reasons were quite funny. Charles only had less than a year left until he could begin his new career and new life.
For awhile he daydreamed of travelling to ancient temples or tombs to break in and find all sorts of fascinating curios for the goblins. Even if he wasn't a big fan of goblins, the job would be pretty cool. The sound of the bell above the door chimed and snapped Charlie back into reality. Putting on his usual smile, he slid out of the back room and went to greet the customer. The customer was a small blond woman who had a slightly familiar face, but he couldn't put a name to it. He noticed she had no merchandise in her hands so he figured that she had some problem with her own wand. As he reached the counter and smack his hands down on the top and flashed her a smile.
"Welcome to Ollivander's! Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C, how may I be of service to you? " nora!, 561, let the games commence >D |
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Post by nholt on Dec 13, 2011 17:26:23 GMT -5
She was thankful that Ollivander's was slower that evening, Nora really didn't feel like dealing with a bunch of people. Usually she was indifferent to it, but she was a little aggravated and had quite a bit of pressure on her to figure out the whole d'Eath deal. Her trip to the store was to more or less see if she could check him out a bit and plan further action, but if prompted, Nora wouldn't hesitate to do something more drastic. For both of their sakes, she really didn't hope it had to come to that, but the Ravenclaw certainly wasn't making any promises. She had to do what she had to do, it was her job after all and one less creature out of the way was progress in her mind.
The snatchers had been fairly successful so far, in Nora's eyes, and she felt a sense of pride as she thought about it. The Minister had put out the decree some time ago now and any creatures on the run had been rounded and taken into the camps. She enjoyed being a part of something important such as the current movement. The cruor group had been doing well, and each vampire locked up made her even more determined to see the rest of them meet the same fate. They were dangerous, unnatural, and not even her run in with Skyanna could change her mind about the new laws. The whispered words of a resistance was not a pleasant idea, but they were doing the right thing and would fight for it if they had to. Nora snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone approaching, though. Just the person she wanted to see.
"Oh, hello," the woman greeted quietly, observing him. He was oddly happy, his friendly demeanor hadn't exactly been expected as most vampires she encountered weren't too pleasant. Still, she could almost see something more behind his gaze. The snatcher actually hadn't put a lot of thought into what she was going to say. She couldn't exactly call him out right away. Well, she could, but that wasn't the most practical option. Pondering a moment, she quickly decided on something harmless. "Uh yes, do you have any wands in hawthorne?" she questioned. No matter Nora had her own wand tucked conveniently into her cloak, but it would buy her a bit of time. "How long have you worked here?" she questioned, innocently curious. It could just seem like a customer wanting to have the most experienced employee to assist them, and one of Nora's strengths was coming off more odd than threatening, though that could change in an instant. The question was simple enough, but it would give her a idea of if he moved around a lot.
[ohmygawd sorry for the wait and horrid reply. O_o school decided to be a bitch all of a sudden. <3]
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