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Post by Cora Rowle on Jul 7, 2016 17:27:10 GMT -5
July 7, 1890 Though Cora was a Slytherin deep in her heart, she had not come to Knockturn Alley very often in her life. And the handful of times she had come before, she had either been with her father, or it had been a mistake. Today was different, however. She had come here with a purpose and she tried to look as if she belonged here. It was just beginning to be dark outside, but the atmosphere here always seemed dark, at least to a certain degree. She needed to follow her instincts, though. The answer had to be here somewhere. The rumors were hard to come by, but they existed all the same, if you listened in the right social circles. There were women of her class and bearing that were finding ways to become with child when things in the bedchamber were not working naturally. She loved her husband, and she had no complaints in that department, except in regards to childbearing. Five years without a child was more than she could stand when all of her friends were mothers, some of which many times over. She tried to keep her head high and act as if she had no children by design, but inside she was in despair. Every month she hoped for it, and every month she was denied. She was desperate to have a child. So much so, that she had come to this foul place without anyone knowing she had done it, and she was determined to follow the whispered gossip until she found what she was looking for. Cora looked in the windows of the apothecary and had almost decided to go in until she heard approaching footsteps on the cobblestone. She turned toward the sound and her hand gripped her wand in her skirts, just in case they meant her harm. "Who goes there?" She asked in a voice that was meant to be bold, but failed. |
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Post by Aleksei Volkova on Jul 10, 2016 2:48:26 GMT -5
Aleksei had left the pub to get some air. Between his sister and his woman, he was feeling the need for some space. Those women would be the death of him, but he adored them so he tolerated it. He lit a cigarette as he walked and blew his smoke into the evening air. He kept his eyes on the folks around him, knowing that they were not to be trusted. Anyone that walked the dark streets were never up to anything good, something he'd learned to expect years ago. He actually made a living on most of these fools. He was used to seeing those types of people. What he wasn't used to was seeing anyone of real class wandering around. Which is why it was such a surprise that he found a finely dressed young woman nearing the apothecary. Out of curiosity he followed the lass until she turned on him. He stopped and took a drag from his cigarette before responding, although he ignored her question. "You can always tell when someone doesn't belong here, even if they try to hide it. You shouldn't be alone, darling. Not safe on this alley." He took another drag, eyes not leaving hers.
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Post by Cora Rowle on Jul 15, 2016 21:51:25 GMT -5
Cora was relieved when she found that her pursuer was a normal looking man, but sometimes the most vile thoughts ran through the minds of "normal" men. She had read about it in a magazine somewhere and couldn't get the thought out of her head. He was handsome, but not the first thing she noticed in a man anymore. She had Elijah to thank for that. She swallowed when he spoke to her and kept her chin up to hold his gaze, though she gripped her wand so tightly it might have broken in her hand. "I can hold my own," she said defiantly. Even in a situation such as this, she still had her pride to consider.
"What are you doing out alone, then? I'm looking for...information. You wouldn't happen to know anything about...rare herbs, would you?" She had to be careful. This man could be dangerous, but he could also be a ministry man undercover. And leave it to her to make someone believe she was searching for illegal controlled substances. That would certainly get back to her husband, and then she would have to explain herself to him.
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