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Post by eileen on Dec 30, 2009 11:20:23 GMT 1
 
go to sleep, close your eyes,
and dream of broken butterflies
that tore their wings upon a thorn,
you know the pain that they have born.
Now it was not just illegal to be entering the depths of Knockturn Alley, anyone caught entering the Alley itself could be arrested on sight and searched to ensure that they were not dark wizards. This did not phase Ziva Kaligaris, however. Ziva strode through the streets her black robe covering the Slytherin green dress that adorned her frame. Even for most it was not wise to enter these parts, but a woman alone was easy prey for some of those that hid under the cloaks in wait. Ziva had never had problems, however, being the daughter of Carlisle Kaligaris and the fiancé of Angelo Rodriguez had its perks when you were in this kind of situation. She sighed to herself, the rhythmic clicking of her heels on the cobblestone road echoed off the walls around her, the grimy windows in the shops she passed making the street look nothing more than abandoned, if you didn't count the beggers that sat on the sidewalks shaking tins and begging for money or selling black market items.
Just as she was approaching her destination, an apothecary that sold only the darkest of potions ingredients (honestly! why did her fiancé need all these exotic things to play around with anyway) she saw a familiar face and her curiousity peaked once more. She began to quicken her pace just as she saw none other than Tabitha Kaligaris (the daughter of her father's blood traitor brother) entering the apothecary she was headed for and her eyebrow raised slightly. What was the young woman doing in these parts, not to mention the country, last she had heard the traitors had been left in Australia, not permitted to move with the family. No matter the reason, it was not wise for her to be down here, and alone none the less, even Ziva's own brothers hated her being in the alley alone, surely the blood traitor and his halfblood wife would not let their eldest daughter wander into enemy territory without backup. She stopped at the door and pushed it open gently, the bell at the top tinkling lightly to signal that another had entered the store. Waving off the store clerk she decided to do her shopping first, she would not suffer the supposed wrath of her husband for forgetting his precious ingredients, which meant that he would talk her ears off until she agreed never to forget them again. Ziva loved potions, she was even rather good at the subject, but even she could not understand her husband's passion for the Dark Arts potions he was always brewing. She had been in Diagon Alley earlier to pick up the more legal ingredients but there were still a few things that she needed.
"Newts eyes, Rat tails..." "Bat Wings."
She heard the mutter of the young woman as she was picking up a jar of pickled slugs eyes (which in truth looked like nothing more than green goop). She sighed and then moved down the shelf further, grabbing a few more ingredients. Once she was done she headed to the counter just in time to see Talitha leaving the store. She cursed under her breath and told the clerk to owl them to Angelo at their house, ensuring that nothing broke or she would be back to deal with him in the most horrible way possible. The clerk shook slightly as he nodded, not sure what to make of the small 5'5" woman who appeared so authoritive. Throwing the money down on the counter and heading to the door she turned briefly "and if anything is removed you will have to deal with the wrath of my husband" she added as an after thought. This had him positively quaking, Angelo was nasty at the best of times. She smirked, satisfied, and left.
Slipping through the streets she finally caught sight of the young woman once more and fell into step with her "not wise to be around these parts Talitha" she said in a low voice, her tone betraying the niceness of her words and indicating that she was livid "I am sure that Uncle Andreus would have something to say about it, would he not?" she extended the word 'uncle' an added undertone of sarcasm the tell tale sign that she did not think of the man as such "No light wizard ever comes down here, now what business would you have in old Jack's Apothecary eh?" a smirk played on her lips. The young woman finally turned to face her, her eyes going wide, before she bolted in the opposite direction, dropping her shopping to the ground. The jars had obviously been charmed to be unbreakable as none of them smashed. Ziva picked up the bag and examined the contents with curiousity. She shrugged, at least she had scored some free ingredients. As she turned around, ready to leave, she had to take a step back, almost running into someone was not something she enjoyed.
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Post by severus snape on Feb 6, 2010 10:16:06 GMT 1
(don't know who you wanted to reply, but I thought it's been around for a while and was a damned good topic in need of some revitiliaing. So I sent in the Nose. Don't know when you had this set timewise, and if it doesn't work, no worries.)
This was stupid. No, this was beyond stupid. If Lily found out...but she wouldn't. With his hood up and head down, he wasn't recognizeable. Notthat anyone in Knockturn would know Severus Tobias Snape, fifteen year old hogwarts student come September again. Fifth year was going to be beyond incredible. They only took the subjects that interested them, which meant he could drop Divination and Astronomy, and that he wouldn't have to cope with the horrors of Care of Magical Creatures. It wasn't that he was bad at COMC. He just didn't seem to have any connection with animals and Magical Creatures alike. He could identify them, use their livers or wings or eyes in potions, but he could never get on with them. He followed the bookk to the letter, but still, Unicorns snubbed him, Hippogryffs didn't let him near...even plain old dogs tended to take offence to him.
He was no great shakes at practical Herbology either, but he needed an O at OWL level to become a Potions Master, and it wasn't an elective. So he was determined to knuckle down.
In the meantime however, there was Potions. Severus had recently come into possession of his mother's old book, Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage and fully intended to explore it. Unfortunately, some ingredients were unattainable in Diagon, partially because of their questionable legality, and of the lack of demand.
So here he was, rucksack over shoulder, full of the ingredients he would need for his experiments. He ducked into a bookstore, marvellong at the various titles. Of course, he didn't have the finances to purchase any of these books, but he could still look around. After a good half hour of browsing, the soon to be fifth year slytherin left the shop and started back to Diagon.
About a minute later, some woman walked smack bang into him. He stepped back, slightly winded. Adrenaline surged as he realised that he was no longer one of the unseen masses who minded there own business. He needed to react. To not seem out of place...if he spoke she might hear his breaking voice and guess his age...
This was so stupid an idea, Severus wished he hadn't come. But here he was so he had to act the part.
"Watch it." it was short, which meant that there was less chance of her noticing the slight hoarseness.
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Post by eileen on Feb 9, 2010 12:40:40 GMT 1
go to sleep, close your eyes,
and dream of broken butterflies
that tore their wings upon a thorn,
you know the pain that they have born.
((sorry its so short, had a bit of a muse shortage, its not been a good day for me))
Ziva regained her balance in a rather dignified way and turned her attention to the person she had just walked into. The person had a rucksack slung over their shoulder. She raised her eyebrow at the short 'watch it' that came from his mouth, for it was definately a he judging by the voice. "You should be careful who you speak to in such a way" she sneered, her lip curling slightly and a rather evil glint in her eyes "these parts are dangerous, wouldn't want to suddenly disappear and have no-one to find your body for a few years now would you?" Ziva was often called cruel and callous and, aside from a select few family members, that is how the world saw her. She did nothing to stem the words that spread about her, most courtesy of former rivals from her Hogwarts days, just allowing them to slide off her shoulder with little effort. She studied the man in front of her no not man, boy she decided, taking in his appearance. Surely he could not have graduated yet, though she could not clearly guess his age, many people looked older or younger than they were these days.
"What are you doing down here anyway?" she asked, her tone one that demanded respect and had an underlying 'you had better tell me or else', though no-one knew what the or else meant. Her wand was grasped firmly in her right hand and her shopping in her left, the stolen items from her cousin having been added to her own bags. She twirled the wand between her fingers as she waited for an answer. Her gaze calculating and all other emotions masked rather effectively. She was still rather annoyed at his opening statement, after all it had been he who had walked into her. She allowed her eyes to wander to her surroundings, noting a begger in a side alley to her left and a group of three cloaked wizards to her right, the only indication that they were wizards were their voices which carried towards her and her companion. Their faces were perfectly covered by black hooded cloaks. Several other nameless faces were bustling around the street but none dared to come near her, no doubt having heard of her treatment of the store clerk at the apothecary.
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Post by severus snape on Mar 5, 2010 8:01:49 GMT 1
Fantastic. Of all the people he could have walked into.... This was proof that the universe thought it was funny to torture him; he had walked into some egotistical pureblood sadist. He was lucky that he'd grown up in Spinner's End at times like these. It wasn't a neighbourhood of puppies and delicately planted gardens. The streets around the Marquis were alright but it seemed the further away one went, the further into trouble one got.
Being threatened with death, while very worrying, assured him that she wouldn't just bump himnoff on a whim else she would have done so already.
And now she was asking questions. Questions that he was fairly sure he was supposed to answer or at least reply to in some way, shape or form.
"Might ask you the same." He kept his replies gruff to make up for his still relatively high voice, and made sure to just seem casual and unbothered. "Just picking up some ingredients."
He hoisted the rucksack a little higher in order to put one hand in his pocket. If he needed to, he had a knife and a wand. He wasn't scared. Oh hell...who was he kidding, yes he was. He just had to keep the facade up for a little while longer.
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