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GlassXRose · 12-11-2010, 03:24 PM

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Originally Posted by DamianSlytherin

Damian was too emotional to be surprised at the same time. As she locked the owl's cage in one hand, desperately trying to protect the bird from whoever was holding her, she knew she had to think something up. And fast.
She turned her head to face a tall pale woman. For a moment she froze, not knowing what to expect next.
"I'm sorry... I... I was lost... I'm looking for... Owl Post Office..." Damian froze to examine woman's face. Damian looked straight into her eyes without blinking. Manipulating was one of her naturally given talents.
She felt the woman's grasp on her hand. Damian was running out of time to make her excuse believable.
"As you can see I ran out of the store immediately when I saw what it had in it..." she tried to reflect the woman's face to make herself look more appealing and likable. It was hard for her not to smile. Every time she did something like that, it made her awkwardly smile.
If her father would have succeeded in his plan, she wouldn't have to be scared to be caught in these streets, but then again - if he would have succeeded there would be no Hogwarts.
She didn't want to make fast moves. As she waited for a reaction from the woman, she realized that she'll want to go back here again. And once she'll have an access to some spells she won't have to sneak around anymore...
A wicked spark was gracing Damian's eyes.

The woman raised an eyebrow, but no other part of her face showed anything other than the harsh look she usually had. Lost? Pfft. No child ever got "lost" and ended up in Knockturn Alley. No, the only thing lost was reason. Children often overlook the terrible stories of Knockturn alley, ignore the warnings, and think they can get the better of the place.

And now, it seemed, the child was trying to stare her down. After looking her up and down a few times, the woman stared back with her piercing green eyes. And, after trying to explain away her actions, she noticed a glint of mischief, or otherwise of pleasure, in the little girl's eyes.

"What is your name?", she finally asked in a low voice, still clutched to the girl's arm. She knew that if she could get the girl out of here without any trouble, it would be grand, but there were only so many ways do do it, and none of them were good ideas. Perhaps it wasn't possible...

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Originally Posted by Demian Andromalius

"Who dares disturbs my slumber!" a voice came from a wall... Floating through Demian Andromalius, the ghost who haunts the store came through the stone walls. "Oh..." he said disgusted, "a child... how... quaint... Be sure to stop by the starry prophesier." He said admiring himself in the mirror on the wall, "I hear the Hag has been hungry..."

Then the pale woman turned, still holding the girl, to see Demian Andromalius; A ghost she had encountered once or twice before. "Mister Andromalius, sir, please accept my deepest apologies," she crooned, looking back to the girl "I was simply on my way to this fine establishment, when, lo and behold, this little girl comes dashing out! And I think to myself, 'How odd that she's down here all alone...'"

She turned back to Demian, who was gazing into the dusty mirror, "Had I remembered your distaste for such ruckus, I would have kept her in the alley."

12-11-2010, 03:24 PM	#6 (permalink)
GlassXRose I Snuggle Werewuffs! Love Potioneer Moke Join Date: May 2007 Location: Lost in time/space Posts: 8,954	\|Who's On First? \| Challenge Accepted.\| \| :Ink For Blood: \| Team SUITS!\| Quote: Originally Posted by DamianSlytherin Damian was too emotional to be surprised at the same time. As she locked the owl's cage in one hand, desperately trying to protect the bird from whoever was holding her, she knew she had to think something up. And fast. She turned her head to face a tall pale woman. For a moment she froze, not knowing what to expect next. "I'm sorry... I... I was lost... I'm looking for... Owl Post Office..." Damian froze to examine woman's face. Damian looked straight into her eyes without blinking. Manipulating was one of her naturally given talents. She felt the woman's grasp on her hand. Damian was running out of time to make her excuse believable. "As you can see I ran out of the store immediately when I saw what it had in it..." she tried to reflect the woman's face to make herself look more appealing and likable. It was hard for her not to smile. Every time she did something like that, it made her awkwardly smile. If her father would have succeeded in his plan, she wouldn't have to be scared to be caught in these streets, but then again - if he would have succeeded there would be no Hogwarts. She didn't want to make fast moves. As she waited for a reaction from the woman, she realized that she'll want to go back here again. And once she'll have an access to some spells she won't have to sneak around anymore... A wicked spark was gracing Damian's eyes. The woman raised an eyebrow, but no other part of her face showed anything other than the harsh look she usually had. Lost? Pfft. No child ever got "lost" and ended up in Knockturn Alley. No, the only thing lost was reason. Children often overlook the terrible stories of Knockturn alley, ignore the warnings, and think they can get the better of the place. And now, it seemed, the child was trying to stare her down. After looking her up and down a few times, the woman stared back with her piercing green eyes. And, after trying to explain away her actions, she noticed a glint of mischief, or otherwise of pleasure, in the little girl's eyes. "What is your name?", she finally asked in a low voice, still clutched to the girl's arm. She knew that if she could get the girl out of here without any trouble, it would be grand, but there were only so many ways do do it, and none of them were good ideas. Perhaps it wasn't possible... Quote: Originally Posted by Demian Andromalius "Who dares disturbs my slumber!" a voice came from a wall... Floating through Demian Andromalius, the ghost who haunts the store came through the stone walls. "Oh..." he said disgusted, "a child... how... quaint... Be sure to stop by the starry prophesier." He said admiring himself in the mirror on the wall, "I hear the Hag has been hungry..." Then the pale woman turned, still holding the girl, to see Demian Andromalius; A ghost she had encountered once or twice before. "Mister Andromalius, sir, please accept my deepest apologies," she crooned, looking back to the girl "I was simply on my way to this fine establishment, when, lo and behold, this little girl comes dashing out! And I think to myself, 'How odd that she's down here all alone...'" She turned back to Demian, who was gazing into the dusty mirror, "Had I remembered your distaste for such ruckus, I would have kept her in the alley." __________________ Last edited by GlassXRose; 12-11-2010 at 03:26 PM. Reason: Color!