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Post by becca on Sept 3, 2009 22:37:11 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  YOU’LL NEVER WINS O W H Y W A S T E T I M E A N D S U R R E N D E R_________________________________________________ It was broad daylight but even then, a young woman was hidden underneath a dark cloak. If she were in London, most would consider it to be suspicious. Finally she approached the estate. The house was just like her family’s pride. It was often used for parties and gatherings. Even though most other children would kill to have an estate like this, just one visit back home was enough to make Becca go crazy. The place she had grown up was not a happy one. She wore a navy blue dress and blue heels, trying to make herself presentable for anyone important whom she managed to cross paths with. Their house elf, Poppy ran up to get the door and bowed as she entered. “Hello young mistress,” Poppy squeaked. Becca simply nodded. She walked in and waited impatiently for her stepmum. Her stepmum said that she had something she needed the girl to do in Knockturn Alley, even though it was probably one of the last places she wanted to be... especially, when this day was her day off. “Would you like anything to drink, ma’am?” Poppy asked, scrambling to get something for her. “No thank you,” she said cooly, looking up the stairs to see whether her stepmother was coming. Becca had something to do in the afternoon. She put her hand out, looking at her nails. They were perfectly manicured and matched well with her dress. Finally her stepstepmother came down the stairs, looking fabulous as usual. Her jet black hair was wavy, going down to her back. Sometimes it made her envious about how beautiful her family was while she just looked ordinary. “Oh it’s you. Becca, be a sweetie and get me a flask of Tugwood,” her stepmum said, her voice smoother than ice. The Nott family wasn’t very close due to the constant favoring and eerie tension that always hung in the air. There was a pause and what Becca wanted to do was to talk back, but she knew it would be pointless. Her stepmother started back up the stairs, “What are you still doing here? Go.” She couldn’t help but scoff from the sharp orders. Who did this woman think she was?
After passing Poppy by without another glance, Becca briskly stepped down the stairs and walking along the sidewalk. Sometimes her anger got ahold of her and she wasn’t able to control it well enough. It was assumed that she had inherited the trait from her father. She looked both ways and apparated in a snap. In a moment’s notice, Becca arrived in Knockturn Alley. It was a good thing she was wearing her cloak or she would definitely stand out. She wasn’t quite fond of this area, only because everything was suspicious. Even then, she had been here enough times to know that no one would dare lay hands on her. After all, she had connections. Becca may have been the ‘failure’ of the family, but neither less, she was raised by the same morals as all pureblood children and she knew how to act. She knew just the place to get her stepmum’s Tugwood potion which was actually a beauty liquid. She did wonder why the woman needed it. She walked past people who were muttering curses under their breaths, counting money, bullying others, the sight was all too familiar. Her father used to bring them here to learn how to treat others and gain respect. She was about to pass Borgin and Burke’s shop when something caught her eye. The place was always very mysterious to her. They sold things that most no one else had and it made her curious. She was about to enter, but she convinced herself that she would go in later. Becca needed to get something for her stepmum first. Either that or suffer the consquences.
She found the store she had been looking for. Matilda. The name was simple, but everyone knew that the woman who owned the store was extremely talented in any kind of potions. Becca walked inside to find the place filled with flasks. There were shelves and shelves of everything you could ever imagine. She smiled a little, wanting to see what they had. All the prices were a bit expensive, but she could fix that. She skimmed the shelves, seeing that they were all alphabetical. O, P, Q, R, S, T… her finger touched the glass ever so slightly. “Girl! Don’t touch!” a hoarse voice snapped from behind a curtain- it must’ve led to the back room. Becca instantly withdrew her hand, looking both ways, before finding Tugwood. She gently took the flask and went over to the cashier. The curtain flew open, revealing a hunched back woman scratching her chin. Matilda. She must’ve been what most muggles considered a ‘witch’. “Ah, Tugwood potion, eh? Trying to get pretty for a bo?” Matilda asked. Becca scowled. “You should learn to keep your mouth shut in respected company”, she snapped as she put down her payment before taking the potion out and leaving. She had enough of the nonsense and her stepmother would have to pay her back for the robbery of the store.
She went back into Diagon Alley where the atmosphere was much lighter. Becca smiled, content as she walked into the Leaky Cauldron. She ordered a firewhiskey, flipping the bartender a knut. She settled herself at a table, letting her hood fall back to reveal her light blond hair. It was one of the only features of her father that actually showed. Becca walked to the counter, taking the mug delicately and sipping it. She couldn't remember the last time she had a decent drink. As much as she hated to admit it, drinking firewhiskey was in her blood and so she was able to become very addicted to it, which was something she was trying to avoid. She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over another, scanning to see if she knew anyone here.
NOTES NOPE. WORDS ONE THOUSAND, OH TWO.
TAGGED LUCIUS MALFOY. OUTFIT DRESS WITH CLOAK.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ! |
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Sept 4, 2009 14:46:28 GMT -5
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It wasn't everyday that Lucius decided to act on a whim, but today was one of those days. He hadn't exactly wandered into the Leaky Cauldron but instead had strode in purposefully yet calmly, looking stright ahead most of the time but his eyes flickered twoce to a exoticly sprawled figure. At the speed he was walking he didn;t register the face immediately and stupidly, didn't think about who it was as he ordered his drink. Elderberry wine. He would get onto something heavier the longer he stayed. Having your breath reek of drink was not the way to go about it. Well, it certaintly wasn't the Malfoy way. He smirked as his drink was delievered to him and he gave a graceful and gracious nod to the bar tender, toook his drink and sipped at it elegantly, whilst turning around and leaning his broad back against the strong wood of the bar and looked regally around, trying to find the figure that had caught his attention. How shallow.
He finally found her again and chuckled chillingly low down in his throat. Aparently, he he was feeling predatory as well as dangerously random. Lucius rolled his shoulders and pushed his ponytail back as a woman walked past him with a dirty smirk on her face. Lucius sneered contempuously at her. She only laughed but was visibly shaken. Or maybe not then. His predatory streak had dissapeared and now he was only mildly ticked. Probably just as well, he usually held the upper hand when angry.
Heaving himself from the bar, he strode rhythmically and perfectly over to the table at where the moan wasn't so most sprawling but sitting primly yet in a relaxed state. Must have been his pace earlier, for now he was much more relaxed and smooth. He went to circle her and his blood froze. Rebecca Nott.
He had such contemp for her father he had completely forgotten his name. Although her face had not left his head. He wondered why, and he did so with a sarcastic smirk. She had seemed pl;ain and ordinary the first few times he had glanced her, but that was probably that's because she was with her father. He probably toned her down somewhat and took away some of wahtever she was worth to other men. That aside though, he looked radiant and alive today. Human exactly. Or maybe it was the drink affecting him already. Lucius lifted his head slightly higher and looked down at her, a smirk playing on his beautiful lips, his voice was low and chilling.
Rebecca. I didn't expect to see you here.
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Post by becca on Sept 4, 2009 23:32:55 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - YOU’LL NEVER WINS O W H Y W A S T E T I M E A N D S U R R E N D E R_________________________________________________ Becca had been put into Ravenclaw for a reason. She knew her limits on firewhiskey and it really wasn’t that hard for her to stop drinking. Too much of it often caused her skin to rash up. It wasn’t pretty. The first time she had firewhiskey was when she was twelve years old and her father said it was okay for her to try. She drank some, too much actually, and the next morning, her skin was incredibly itchy and she had to take a gross potion to make it reduce. She had enough self control to know when she should stop drinking. Becca delicately wiped her lips with a napkin before waving her hand a little, "Take this glass away.” A waitress noded, bring it back to the kitchen. She leaned back into her chair as her brown eyes skimmed the room. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to see anyone she knew. Then again, it wasn’t uncommon for her dread the awkwardness people brought to the table. Becca wasn’t exactly a people person and it was obvious. She didn’t like to get close to anyone after what happened with her mum. She
Hearing that particular voice, Becca narrowed her eyes. She certainly didn’t need to be reminded of him. The last time she met him, it had been a complete disgrace and she hated his attitude. It reminded her so much of her father. She glanced up and raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Malfoy, what a… pleasure to meet up with you again,” she said, gritting her teeth at the word ‘pleasure’. If you subsituted the words ‘horror’ or ‘nightmare’ in its place, you might know what she was feeling. Something about him wasn’t as ‘fatherly’ as Draco was. Becca had known Draco all her life and preferred to talk to him rather than his father. Lucius was one of those men who thought they would never age. He thought he was still pull some moves on innocent women. He thought he was the best thing in their generation. Fortunately, he wasn’t. If the world was filled with Mr. Malfoys… well, hopefully it wouldn’t get to that. Becca glared at him. He knew that she didn’t like him and so she wouldn’t pretend that they were ‘friends’.
NOTES BLARGH, IT’S SHORT. SORRY! LOW ON MUSE WORDS THREE THIRTY SEVEN.
TAGGED LUCIUS MALFOY. OUTFIT DRESS WITH CLOAK.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ! |
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Sept 6, 2009 15:49:41 GMT -5
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Lucius laughed. Yes, laughed. Quietly but deeply and fully, in her face. Or something close, he was standing opposite her and facing to the side, so his profile was what she could see, and a rather hot profile at that. He had scoffed at her attitude and toossed his head back, just a little, not to much so it looked dramatic though. The laugh held no bitterness or negative vibes or amythimg to be exact. It even bordered on happy. But when he head swung back round and his gaze met hers, it was a gaze of bright cut stone and granite. They flashed with a disgusted fury. The last time they had met, he had walked away from her and she had left it at that, as had he. His face wasn't close to hers at all, he hadn't even moved from an upright postion, but his neck was arched and the pony tail flowed with his cirves and straight down his back and tapering off, showing his face fully. His lips where inbetween tight and relaxed and his eyebrows didn't seem to have drawn together but his expression was thunderous.
I don't think so, Rebecca. I'm suprised to even find you here and don't start acting like you're better than me even though you can't finish a confrontation to save your life.
[/color] he growled. His head flicked forward again as a waitress approached him. An easy smile flickered onto his handsome features as the waitress approched. It obviously set her at ease since her strides became longer ans easier. Lucius held out his half drained glass to her and laid it carefully on the tray, he placed another hand on her shoulder and smiled. She returned the grin as well. They obviously knew each other. I take it that will be all, Mr.Malfoy.[/color] he asked proffesionally. For now, Kayleh, my dear. For now. I seem to have been...put off...my drink at the moment. The moment comes and goes.[/color] Kayleh nodded and said something back at only Mlafoy could hear. His smile became sly and he nodded once as she went back to her duties. Lucius turned his head back to Rebecca and leant against a chair. Well then, now that we've all quite recovered out manners and maturity, Shall we start this again?[/color][/blockquote] [/size][/font] |
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Oct 11, 2009 14:59:35 GMT -5
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