Post by danika on Jul 22, 2005 18:40:03 GMT
Thursday. 6PM. Hog's Head. Wait in a booth near the gargoyle portrait. Come alone.
The owl had arrived a few days before, though it was not dropped off at breakfast as if it were some ordinary mudblood delivered message. Instead the owl was waiting patiently outside her window when she woke Tuesday morning. She had quietly pushed the class open and retrieved the parchment, reading it carefully but not sharing the words with the other girls, despite their questioning looks. There were things that were not meant to be shared, especially when it was a care occasion to come across even a Slytherin these days who could be fully trusted. They often considered themselves worthy and ambitious and brave, when it was nothing more than talk. When the moment of truth came, fear claimed all but the truest hearts.
It was far less challenging to escape the castle and proceed to Hogsmead that one would imagine. The walk was less than desirable, but if one planned their venture from the castle, their presence would be missed, but their location still secret. She stepped into Hogs Head a few short minutes before six o’clock, the time Bellatrix had indicated in her owl. She lingered not at the door, instead she proceeded towards the Gargoyle, which hung over a booth in the back corner. She had chosen to dress more inconspicuous than normal, as keeping her actions from being spread about the school was vital. She had chosen a pair of dark jeans, cut in a trouser style, that ran long and straight down her legs, she matched them with a pair of more sensible heels that she normally wore. She did not consider them to be quite the high style of her strappy thing heels, but considering the distance, the pointed closed toe and wider heel had become the desired choice. She had coupled pants with a simple grey-green top that hung off her shoulders and loosely down her arms. She had completed her look by turning her hair shades darker after leaving her common room, making her look even less like herself.
She moved quietly through the rather empty room, pushing the hood of the light travel cloak she had thrown on over her chosen attire off her head, before she sat. Now, all she could do was wait.
The owl had arrived a few days before, though it was not dropped off at breakfast as if it were some ordinary mudblood delivered message. Instead the owl was waiting patiently outside her window when she woke Tuesday morning. She had quietly pushed the class open and retrieved the parchment, reading it carefully but not sharing the words with the other girls, despite their questioning looks. There were things that were not meant to be shared, especially when it was a care occasion to come across even a Slytherin these days who could be fully trusted. They often considered themselves worthy and ambitious and brave, when it was nothing more than talk. When the moment of truth came, fear claimed all but the truest hearts.
It was far less challenging to escape the castle and proceed to Hogsmead that one would imagine. The walk was less than desirable, but if one planned their venture from the castle, their presence would be missed, but their location still secret. She stepped into Hogs Head a few short minutes before six o’clock, the time Bellatrix had indicated in her owl. She lingered not at the door, instead she proceeded towards the Gargoyle, which hung over a booth in the back corner. She had chosen to dress more inconspicuous than normal, as keeping her actions from being spread about the school was vital. She had chosen a pair of dark jeans, cut in a trouser style, that ran long and straight down her legs, she matched them with a pair of more sensible heels that she normally wore. She did not consider them to be quite the high style of her strappy thing heels, but considering the distance, the pointed closed toe and wider heel had become the desired choice. She had coupled pants with a simple grey-green top that hung off her shoulders and loosely down her arms. She had completed her look by turning her hair shades darker after leaving her common room, making her look even less like herself.
She moved quietly through the rather empty room, pushing the hood of the light travel cloak she had thrown on over her chosen attire off her head, before she sat. Now, all she could do was wait.
