Despicable, Disgraceful, Muggle {Kylan}

[Mia Moretti S4]

A large mug of coffee sat between a girl’s white fingers. Her nails, unpainted and spotless, gently tapped the side of the china in a steady, never-ending beat. The small area the girl was seated in was much like an outside café with a few shining metal tables, circled by equally shiny plastic chairs. Although the harsh winds and heavy grey clouds had long since scared any real customers away, the hum of the coffee machine and the buzzing drone of the oven as it kept various pastries and pasties warm made the little place seem almost friendly. If Mia hadn’t ordered her coffee twenty minutes ago the café would have closed already, and the staff sent home. But she had ordered it; and now the lanky, spotted face of the teenage waiter was watching her angrily. No doubt he wanted to chuck her out so he could get back home to play some sort of stupid sport for Squibs. Probably a mudblood. His piggy grey eyes were narrowed, and she could feel them staring into the back of her head. She wanted to seize the mug in her fingers and launch it at his stupid, pimple-covered face. She wanted to see the shock in his idiotic eyes. But she didn’t throw the mug. She merely sat there on her uncomfortable plastic chair, staring into the murky brown coffee between her hands. The coffee had long since turned cold; but Mia did not care. She didn’t buy it to drink; merely as a distraction. Something to do. Something to keep her mind off of things, terrible things, awful things…

How could he? How could he?! Her eyes narrowed and if someone were to pass by and casually glance her way, they would have thought the small girl to be extremely angry at her mug of cold coffee. But she was not angry at her coffee. She barely even noticed that it was there, although her fingernails did not cease the endless beat against the china side.
She was angry at her father. At his weakness. At the words he had just told her in the house… terrible words. Awful words. How could he… how could he…

The spotted mudblood was speaking to her. She couldn’t understand his words. Sure, there were sounds coming from his mouth, but she couldn’t understand them. The only sounds she could hear were the beats of her heart, thump thump thumping in her chest. And of course the incessant tap tap tapping of her fingernails on the china side. Terrible words. Awful words. Terrible words. Awful words. She was muttering the repeated phrases to herself now, still ignoring the boy. He wasn’t important. Just a waiter, to serve the customer. To serve the customer. The customer. That was Mia- she was the customer. He was the waiter. He had to serve her. An eerie smirk took over her lips, pulling them into a shape that made the waiter’s unbroken voice hesitate. Mia’s dark eyes glanced up, studying him. First his ridiculous bright red apron. Ugh; he reminded her of some stupid Gryffindor now. Then his shirt. It was old, with small stains on the sleeves and a messily patched-up rip near the left elbow. Her smirk grew. He was poor.

And he was still speaking to her, although his voice was quieter than before, and his eyes were flickering to the safety of the café’s shelter and back at the girl, constantly making this journey as if they couldn’t look anywhere else. Mia’s on the other hand were looking in just the one place; his eyes. Grey. Tiny. Short, stumpy eyelashes. Bushy, ugly eyebrows. Several large yellowed spots were dotted around the eyes let alone on the rest of the boy’s face. Mia did not look away but continued to study the boy. He wasn’t speaking now, merely opening and closing his mouth as though this could have some sort of affect on Mia. He was about four years her senior; he should have mastered the act of intimidation, especially with his height advantage. And yet, under the gaze of this fifteen year old girl, he was quailing. Oh no; this was not a Gryffindor. This was a Hufflepuff.

“M-m-miss… we’ll be closing in ten minutes and I- I think that if you aren’t going to drink your coffee then maybe, maybe you could…” He couldn’t do it. Mia was surprised he had got so far, maybe there was some lion blood in him after all. His wand, she noticed, was on the counter behind the coffee machine. Oh foolish, foolish boy. Certainly Mia did not wish to draw her own wand on him; but the fact that he didn’t have it on him at all times made her certain that he was either a Squib, or merely very, very dumb. Probably both.

Mia felt it time to speak; indeed, her coffee was now entertaining her as much as watching paint dry could, and she certainly had no desire to pour cold brown sludge down her throat. Her eyes flickered down towards the offensively red apron to note the name on a nametag. ‘Tommy is serving you today!’ Yes, that’s right. Serving her, the customer. Mia.

“Maybe I could leave? Is that it? You want me to leave. It is barely five in the afternoon and already, you are shooing away your only paying customer. Are you really so dim-witted as to usher a customer out? While I myself have had no experience, of course, in serving a customer, me being the better person in such a situation of course, I knew the moment I ordered this vile thing in this hideous china mug that you were an insolent and terrible waiter. Why, imagine leaving your own wand on the counter! And leaving it there while you actually go to shoo a customer! How very, very foolish. Your kind disgust me. I am full of respect for those with pride, those with something to be proud about. Those who know their place, even if they don’t have the pride. But you.” She rose, tugging her dark coat a little tighter around her slight frame. Although the boy was taller and older than she, Mia was tall for her age, and her good posture combined with her own pride, made it seem as though Tom was in fact the shorter of the two. “You are no better than a despicable, disgraceful muggle.” She spat the last three words from her mouth and turned around, her long dark hair whipping in the strong winds.

Mia left the area a little more satisfied, and walked further into Diagon Alley. The pent-up anger had been released a little. Her mind had been distracted by that stupid mudblood boy; she hadn’t thought of what her father had told her that morning for a short while now. Her dark leather boots crunched on the fragile shell of a large snail as Mia- head down against the wind- almost walked into a fairly tall boy with messy, light brown hair that was being swept up by the wind much like Mia’s own dark locks. She paused in her steps, recognising the pale complexion and pale blue eyes. Kylan; a boy of her own house and year. She hesitated, nodding in greeting, not letting herself speak. For she feared that more angry words would spout out. And Kylan was a boy who seemed like one of the good ones; at least, her father had once mentioned a family friend of distinctly pure-blood by the name of Rain. She didn’t want to make an unwanted enemy in Kylan.

[kylan]

The summer holidays were more than annoyance for Kylan because of many various factors. Not only was he stuck at home with his absent father and apathetic mother, but he was away from the opportunity for learning. Many students his age would never admit to loving Hogwarts for the education that they earned, but most would attribute their love of the school to friends or something of that nature. But not Kylan. He wasn't afraid to admit that the only reason he looked forward to going to school was because he had every opportunity that he could want to expand his knowledge and more importantly, his ability to succeed. It was a bit excessive, actually, the way he always had to be the best in everything that he did. There was no temper, nor any habits of ridiculing others. Mostly, Kylan would criticize himself inwardly if he wasn't the best at something he endeavored.

Today was no unordinary summer day for him. He had decided to keep himself occupied with a trip to Diagon Alley. Living in magical London made the trip quite convenient for him, and if he tried hard enough, Kylan could always find something to keep his mind occupied. Sitting idly at home was never an option, especially if it meant socialsing with his elder sisters. With his rucksack over one shoulder (equipped with plenty of parchment and quills and anything else that might be useful for his daily adventures), Kylan meandered down the alley with nothing in particular in mind to do. If nothing else presented itself for him, he'd simply stop by the book store that he had discovered in Knockturn Alley and attempt to jot down some of the more secretive magical spells that were likely guarded from children his age. Not only was it a thrill, but it was a learning experience too. Then again, Kylan had been caught alone in Knockturn Alley plenty of times to know where he could and couldn't go alone. Some of the store owners were not keen at all about letting underage witches or wizards in their stores. Some of the dark magic in Knockturn Alley was surely dangerous if it got into the wrong hands. Either way, Kylan had logically decided that it didn't matter what type of magic was available, he'd have to learn it all if he were to be the best wizard he could be. Dark or light, Kylan dreamed of mastering it all.

As he walked, his mind was reciting the spell he had seen his mother use just that morning. It was a very trivial charm, at best, but Kylan still hadn't ever seen it used before. Utilized with the phrase "Amendium Tergum," the charm had caused his mother's skin to practically glow for a second or two and then remain a very smooth, pale shade of white. Likely, it was some sort of beauty charm, but Kylan found it intriguing nonetheless. He'd never try it on himself, but he was anxious to give it a try on someone else, when given the chance. While distracted by the thought, he found himself almost face to face with another person, a girl to be more precise, and she happened to be from the same year and house as he was. Mia was her name, and Kylan knew her fairly well. They weren't great acquaintances, but after spending four years in the same classes with someone, it didn't take much conversation to at least know the type of person that they were. Mia was no different. Kylan knew that she was first and foremost a tried and true Slytherin when it came to blood preferences. It wasn't a secret that she held a sort of hostility toward muggles. Then again, it was rare to find a Slytherin who was the opposite. More so, Kylan knew that Mia wasn't completely arrogant, having a sort of grace about her. She was, how could he explain it... sophisticated?

Noticing the small nod of acknowledgment, Kylan didn't hesitate to offer a quick, "hello." Curious, for the most part, he wondered why she seemed so bitter as she stepped quickly past him. "In a hurry?" he questioned boldly. If she was off to somewhere more interesting than he, surely he'd want to accompany her. Most likely though, she was probably off to go shopping or something of the sort. Kylan never was one to aimlessly wander around and peruse shelf after shelf, looking for something to squander his money on. There were always more important things that money could buy, not that he really ever had a problem getting the money that he needed. All it took was an inquiry with his father, and Kylan could get pretty much anything he wanted. Though, he wasn't one to spoil this ability like his sisters. They quite frequently took advantage of their father's habit of throwing anything that they wanted their way, simply a means of appeasing them since he was never around to do much more. Stopping mid-stride, Kylan waited to see if Mia would at least offer an explanation or if she'd simply continue on her way, too preoccupied for his petty questioning.

[Mia Moretti S4]

Mia didn’t much like meeting random people at random times of the day. She preferred order and organisation; planning to meet. Not just walking into someone you neither knew nor liked in the street and somehow dredging up conversation because you’re wearing the same shoes, or one of you looks a little melancholy so the other feels the need to ask why. And before you know it you have a full-blown friendship, conceived by just the way you were walking and the friendly way you were talking. No, Mia didn’t like that. Who knew who the other person could be? The only time she had ever talked to someone so unfamiliar was the other month in The Redwood Wand with that odd Randy Kerr character. That was the only time she had ever let down her guard enough to talk to a stranger. Of course, Randy hadn’t been a complete stranger. But the two weren’t acquaintances, and Mia far preferred meeting someone who was such a thing to her than meeting someone who wasn’t. And so, as she looked into Kylan’s pale blue eyes she searched her mind for the relationship she knew they had. It was a process she always went through. Her mind was quick, but filled with so many doubts or just abstract thoughts that it took a short second for her to gather everything she knew about a person and sum it up in a few simple, clear sentences, so she could work out the right way to converse with them. This was just another of Mia’s many organisation methods. She’d been doing it all her life and it had never had any disadvantages so far.

So… Kylan Rain. Words sprung to mind instantly – pureblood Slytherin, those two were blatant and appeared first in her head. Quidditch- she knew he had a liking for it, if not a passion. Apart from that, she knew little. He was clever, perhaps more so than many Ravenclaws. There was sometimes a hunger for knowledge in his eyes, she thought, though she could be mistaken. Rain was interesting. Different, she supposed. He had a certain characteristic about him that she normally saw in those who had a different upbringing from the average witch or wizard; she knew it well, for she herself had such an air about her. It was the way you spoke or walked that pointed it out. To Mia, it was something to be proud of. Something which made you stronger, made you able to face almost anything. A certain hidden strength that was so rare these days. She was sure she recognised it in Kylan, and knew that she herself had this trait.

There was something… something else. It was in the name. Rain… Rain… Rain. What was it? She scanned her mind about the name, fastidiously casting away titbits of information about weather or about how Kylan’s hair fell before those eyes. It was something old, she knew. Something to do with… to do with Talia. Mia scowled inwardly at the thought of her sister- half-sister. Long gone were the days she called Talia her sister. Perhaps Kylan had a brother or sister that was once in Talia’s year… yes, that seemed right. She thought for another second. Talia would have been about eighteen now. Maybe Kylan did have a sibling of a similar age; Mia didn’t think about it for long however, for the Slytherin boy was speaking to her.

Mia returned his first word with a similarly one-worded greeting. But she took time over his question. In a hurry… was she in a hurry? She supposed so, in the long run. In a hurry to make something of herself. In a hurry to rid her father of the ridiculous things he had told her about. In a hurry, just generally in a hurry. But she couldn’t tell this boy all of that, so she settled for a friendlier, simpler reply. Her tone was calmer than her mind, which was still a flurry of thoughts. “No, actually I’m not hurrying- although I apologise for almost walking into you.” Her lips twitched in the corners, the slight suggestion of a smile. A smile which didn’t reach her eyes, although they certainly weren’t as cold as before when she had encountered the waiter. “I had hoped to find a good place to get a coffee, but I’m afraid all that I can find around here are mudblood-infested shacks or café’s so busy you can barely step inside. I don’t suppose you know of a good place…?” She kept her tone light. The thought that someone might react unpleasantly to her casual use of the term ‘mudblood’ was a thought which rarely entered into her mind; certainly a Slytherin would not protest to the phrase however. “You are, of course, perfectly welcome to join me should I find a decent place to sit and relax a little.” Mia added, her smile growing ever so slightly. She could find no reason to not want Kylan’s company. He was a good-looking boy at certain angles, and she didn’t doubt he would have some interesting things to say, should Mia be the right person to say them to. Yes, she thought. He could turn out to be quite good company after all.

[kylan]

Coffee? She was that concerned about coffee? Kylan never did understand the whole craze over coffee or why people seemed to develop such an addiction to the caffeine. For him, he quite detested the bitter taste that the hot liquid left after swallowing it. In fact, the first time he tried it, he almost spit it back out. Still, he knew many people who were reliant on the effects of the acrid beverage, and so he figured that perhaps Mia was just suffering from her lack of caffeine intake or something of that sort. As she apologized, he shrugged it off as being no big deal. Kylan wasn't one to parade around like he owned the streets, and seeing that she was considerate enough to offer the apology, he left it at that.

Mia continued by offering him the chance to accompany her, an offer to which Kylan paused for a second, considering it, and then proceeded with a suggestion of his own. "I can't say that I much prefer coffee to begin with, nor any of those other café drinks. But, I do know a place..." he trailed off, wondering if Mia was interested in something besides the coffee that she seemed to be craving. Kylan was referring to a small shop in Knockturn Alley, one in which the owner wasn't too observant of the customers who had entered. Many of times, Kylan had entered, unnoticed, only snatch some of the more rare and controlled drinks from behind the counter. He'd always leave his money behind as well, but taking the risk of making a personal transaction at the counter wasn't something he was worth trying. Afterall, he was sure that the drinks he ended up buying were probably banned from children his age. They weren't alcoholic, or at least he didn't think they were, but the affects that they had were quite a bit more noticeable than those of caffeine. One time, Kylan had selected a bright blue bottle of liquid that, when consumed, allowed him to hear the thoughts of the person closest to him. It was fun at first, until he was beside a very intimidating looking wizard who was apparently plotting a murder of some sort. At that point, Kylan rushed away from the store into a place that he felt more safe. Nonetheless, it was an interesting experience, and Kylan was sure to save a sample of the liquid for further studying. He'd yet to do anything with it, but it was packed away safely with a handful of other interesting discoveries he had made over the years.

Looking back to Mia, Kylan wondered if she'd be interested in his offer. He had been vague on purpose, figuring that he could at least test the waters to see if she was remotely open to the idea of something aside from her preconceived plans of finding a café. "The place I know of is in Knockturn Alley," he admitted, deciding he should at least explain the basics. Taking a closer look at Mia, Kylan couldn't help but notice that she was a rather pretty girl, not something he noticed very often. He was normally to preoccupied thinking of something else to take notice of something like that, but lately he found himself drawn more and more to those of the opposite sex. It was an innocent attraction, really, just another part of growing up, he concluded. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Kylan took out the pocket-watch from his bag. "If we are going to go, we should head there soon. Twenty more minutes and the normal end of night rush to get customers on their way might prevent us from sneaking in unnoticed."

[Mia Moretti S4]

‘A place…’ Kylan’s alternative to a coffee interested Mia the moment he suggested it. His hesitance to speak about it told her that perhaps this wasn’t an innocent little shop where they would buy fluffy kittens and books about broomsticks and whatnot. Although Mia wasn’t a dark witch, and her father not a dark wizard (As far as she knew. Who knows what else he could be hiding from her?) there was something about forbidden things which excited her. It was the kind of excitement she rarely felt lately; as if something fun and new was about to happen. She glanced at the boy again. It was rare that someone in her life would be spontaneous, and so she took the chance to be different, and nodded. “Sure, that sounds… that sounds good. My coffee needs can wait.” The last comment was accompanied by a soft, fleeting twitch of a smile. It wasn’t that Mia didn’t like to smile; she often did so. But she hated seeing silly lower year students (often Hufflepuffs) sporting stupid massive grins that merely made them look completely juvenile, or like they had recently been attacked by a particularly strong cheering charm.

Knockturn Alley… It was an area that Mia wasn’t in very often. She’d browsed through the shops a few times, but the vibe that it gave her was a little dull. It was the ‘ooh-I’m-a-dark-wizard-but-you-have-no-proof’ sort of vibe, as if everyone there was trying to be bad or trying to be caught doing something forbidden. As a result of the way she thought of those in the Alley, she hadn’t really taken much interest to what went on there.

But now Kylan seemed to want to go there. Well, why not? Maybe he could show her something interesting enough to make her change her mind about the Alley, something that wasn’t just a silly object charmed to make you paranoid or fear something. Something better. She listen as he added something about the time. Sneaking in unnoticed? Didn’t he know that Mia was, essentially, a ‘good’ girl? She never really did anything that went against her father’s wishes, and those wishes were to be a dutiful, obedient daughter. She was sure that ‘sneaking unnoticed’ into somewhere in Knockturn Alley was not what he wanted her to do. Mia wasn’t even sure she wanted to go now; she was very brave, and strong, but her father…
Her father had lied to her. He’d kept terrible secrets from her. He had not been a good father… and so perhaps she would do this. Her eyes sparkled, and a mischievous little smile tugged at her lips. “Alright.” She nodded. “Let’s do it.” She couldn’t keep the smile from her voice.

(sorry it's a little short/rubbish^^)

[kylan]

It was with what seemed to be a bit of hesitation that Mia agreed to come, but Kylan didn't notice something so trivial. His mind was already five steps ahead of him, too preoccupied to noticed something as small as Mia's method of response. He was simply happy for the company, and now already plotting a diversion to get the two of them into the shop unnoticed. Similarly, Kylan also failed to notice her sudden increase in enthusiasm when he mentioned their lack of time. "Follow me then," he said. Raising his brow, Kylan flashed a look of excitement as he turned on one foot, leading Mia toward Knockturn Alley.

When they arrived at the point in which Diagon Alley ended and Knockturn Alley began, Kylan couldn't help but notice a distinct drop in temperature. It was almost as though the warmth from the summer sunlight was impenetrable beyond an invisible plane which kept the two alleys separate. Had he not been used to the feeling, Kylan might have been a bit paranoid, but it was something he had learned to expect. It was true that many witches and wizards had such a predetermined mindset about the dark and mysterious place, but Kylan simply found it as another avenue of new and exciting experiences. Then again, he knew the danger that quite inevitably surrounded them, but he simply chose to ignore it. Why waste time worrying when there was so much to explore.

"This way," he said in a hushed tone, pulling Mia (in a gentle and stealthy manner, of course) behind a large barrel that was against the stone wall of a nearby store. "See it over there?" he asked, pointing to the tiny entrance of the shop located between two larger, more prominent stores. "It's the one with the wooden door. That crimson coloured one." He waited to see if Mia had spotted the place he was referring to. "It's the only way in, but not the only way out. There is a cellar door in the back, but it's charmed to only be opened from the inside, which means we have to enter through the front door where everyone can see us." Kylan spoke in a very calm and confident manner. He knew that if they got caught, it wouldn't be a terrible thing. After all, he'd only been successful two out of the five times he tried getting into this particular store. When he did get caught, the owner would simply scowl at him and tell him to run along, all the while threatening to cast some sort of facial distortion charm if Kylan failed to listen. It had yet to happen though, and Kylan wasn't one to take threats too seriously. When the sparks started shooting, perhaps then he'd run away with a bit more purpose behind his steps. But until then, he wasn't going to let the stubby old man scare him.

"Alright, I'm going to cross over and hide behind that corner. When I give you the signal, you need to run straight to the door and hold it open. The old man has all kinds of charms on the doors, and if you let it shut, then we can't get in without the proper counter charm." The fact that Kylan hadn't figured out the proper counter charm still bothered him, but that would be another task for another time. For now, the plan he had would hopefully suffice. "I'm going to set off a dung bomb, so whenever the man comes out to inspect the source of the explosion, that's when I'll give you the signal. Then, I'll follow you in. We'll only have twenty seconds or so, so make it quick. Once your inside, go to the back, left corner, and meet me under the large dragon-foot table. Got it?" Kylan's voice was beginning to shake just slightly as he was filling with adrenaline. These kinds of things always seemed to excite him, and the thrill of it all was always a welcome feeling. What made it even better was knowing that he had someone to share the fun with. It wasn't every day that he found an accomplice.

"Alright, wait for my signal." Kylan stepped from behind the barrel and sneakily followed the shadows across the street. He almost bumped into a tall wizard who was dressed in all black, so much so that it was hard to see him in the darkness. Soon, he was at the corner where he could see the front door of the shop. Fumbling through his rucksack, he felt the spherical shape of a dung bomb, and pulled it out. Looking back over toward Mia, he checked to see that she was paying attention, ready for their grand entrance. Three... two.... one! he counted down in his head. Then, with a steady aim, he tossed the dung bomb toward the front door, just off to the left so that the owner would have to come out far enough, allowing for enough space that he and Mia could sneak past.

((Don't worry about the length. Mine aren't ever the longest either, and sometimes the medium/short ones make it easier to reply to with my busy schedule. I figured that you can rp the two of them making it into the store. Feel free to slightly g-mod any of Kylan that you feel necessary. )

[Mia Moretti S4]

The excited expression which Kylan threw at Mia filled her with even further anticipation. This was certainly exciting- and certainly something new. The fact that she was doing something so unfamiliar didn’t worry her as it might have done a few years ago, when she was so ignorant to more rebellious activities. But it was silly and very foolish to be ignorant as she once had, she now knew. There was just so much you missed out on like that. As well as that, there was something about this fellow Slytherin that comforted her in an odd way, that made her feel more alive and somehow safer. Most likely it was because of the certified way he beckoned her with him to the Alley. Or perhaps because he was the first person in quite a while who didn’t seem to detest her company, nor talk to her in a patronizing manner. He seemed to accept her and involve her, yet both subtly. She liked that in him. So, as he lead the way into Knockturn Alley, she obediently followed, eyes still twinkling as they watched his movements. Who knows what could happen? Her mind imagined terrible things they could get up to, and she almost became slightly anxious. Although brave, she hated being foolish and disappointing people. But her eyes were still locked on the back of the other Slytherin’s head, and the confident way he moved from Diagon Alley into Knockturn made her certain that she could trust him. At least with her company to wherever it was he was taking her.

They proceeded through Knockturn Alley, along a street which was quite unfamiliar to Mia. Kylan however had obviously been here before. Resisting the urge to snap her arm back and scold him for taking it without asking to guide her behind the barrel, Mia was silent as he pointed out where he wanted to go. She almost didn’t see the shop he indicated, as the large buildings either side of it caught her eye the moment she peered over the barrel. They were bright (as bright as shops in Knockturn Alley got anyway) and seemed quite popular and busy. The shop in between the two was not so lucky. She didn’t spot one person emerging from the steady wooden door, although there was slight movement to be seen from the windows. She watched it for a moment and then nodded, a slight inclination of the head to show she had seen it.

Kylan’s confident manner comforted her further as he spoke, telling her about the ways in and out. She couldn’t hear even the slightest tremor in his voice and it intrigued her to think that he had obviously done something similar to this risky business before. She wondered if he had a father who had such a presence as her own fathers; if he had a father who made it almost impossible for her to even think of doing something rebellious. Or, for that matter, overly creative.

Mia’s mind snapped back to the situation as Kylan spoke again. He was instructing her on what to do and she almost felt something along the lines of awe for his daring. “Dung-bomb, signal, open the door. Let you in, dragon-foot table, left-back. Right.” She nodded, summing up what he had told her so it was easier for her to remember. It was the same method she had used when thinking about what she knew about people- one-word comments, that told a whole lot more than you could initially think. Mia was always observant with people, especially those she was accompanying, and she just noticed the tiny shiver of excitement in Kylan’s voice. It made her glad she was sharing this little ‘adventure’ with him, thankful that he had suggested it instead of the coffee; which now seemed like an incredibly dull suggestion on her part.

Mia stayed in place as Kylan went forward, and watched carefully. She almost made a sound as he stumbled past a large wizard in black. The corner he went to was almost completely in shadows, but she could just make out Kylan’s form as he threw- with a strength which she hadn’t really expected- the dung bomb in front of the shop.

The uproar it caused was almost enough to distract Mia from the task in hand. Shaking herself mentally, she rose from her hiding place. She knew that if she tried to hide in the shadows and be secretive about her movement into the shop then it would be obvious that she was up to something. So, with an air of grandeur, she stood straight and walked with impeccable posture. She looked down her nose at many of those around her, making sure to stay just out of eyesight of the short shopkeeper who came running as soon as he realised there was an exploded dung bomb just outside his shop. Because of her manner and fairly tall height, she was exempt from any curious looks and managed to keep the wooden door open in a subtle manner.

Kylan slipped past easily, and Mia soon let the door shut behind her, the mutterings about dung bombs fading as they were left outside. The shop was interesting, with a lot of dark wooden furniture. She sensed that it was old in many ways. Unusually shaped items were dotted around the room. The curious side of Mia wanted to explore. But there was something about the shop which made her a little uneasy. Shrugging off the urge to leave so soon after arriving, she headed instinctively to the back-left of the room. The table she’d agreed to meet Kylan under was large indeed, the dragon-feet legs crafted beautifully. She ducked slightly underneath, and was met with Kylan’s pale face. She grinned on impulse before realising she had done so. The large smile was soon gone, replaced by a more subtle little smirk. “Now what?” She muttered in a hushed undertone. Her blood was racing, her heart beating fast. This certainly was a new enough experience.