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Post by Vena Leimbach on Jul 20, 2010 16:43:42 GMT -5
Vena moved quickly and quietly through the streets of knockturn, it was sad to say the least that it was much more lively then the streets of Diagon. It wasn't a safe place for her, but then again it was made clear that no place was safe besides her home, but she was annoyed at staying there trapt, as if she was hiding away. Oh wait she was. Vena Leimbach did not hide though. She wasn't sure where she had picked up that stupid cowardice. Not that fear of the dark lord was something to scoff at. He was terrifying. She however was part of a some centuries old Wizarding family and as such she refused to hide away. Of course most of her family had joined Voldemort, or some other dark creature, but still.
She ducked into a side alley, just to get away from the people, it was a bit daunting after being alone for so long to be around so many. She wore a cloak of course with her hood up, most people didn't mess with cloaked, hooded figures and in these times they had good reason. She didn't particularly feel like drawing attention to herself. Underneath she was dressed as plain as any muggle might be, jeans and a long sleeved shirt, purple in stead of black, maybe Stella had been rubbing off on her.
She looked around for a moment just to make sure she wasn't being followed before opening a door directly in front of her and stepping in, it was a pub unknown to those except for people already knew it existed, seemed like a decent place to go out and get a drink.
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Post by Mercutio Storm on Jul 27, 2010 2:53:08 GMT -5
A black cat had been sitting on the bar enjoying a little attention from a tired looking barmaid, her hands idily scratching behind the feline's ears as he purred with contentment. The only problem Mercutio had with being in his furry form was the immediate love/hate reaction he got from humans. Personally he was a cat person, always had been, and that was why he'd ended up as a feline when he transformed into an Animagus for the first time. But he didn't enjoy how some people would fuss over him and others would throw bottles at him. Maybe t was because he was all black, and supposedly unlucky. Magical folk were very suspicious these days.
He opened one eye as he heard the door open and immediately recognised the woman who had entered. His tail twitched as he shifted and stood up, leaving the barmaid to do some actual work for once as he padded boldly across the bar nearer to the new arrival. She'd know it was him, how could she not? He acted differently around her, regardless of his physical form. When a cat Mercutio was overly friendly towards Vena, especially compared to other people. Though he had to admit he was taking a liking to that Draco character more. That boy had a way with cats, obviously.
The black cat sat himself down, waiting for Vena to order her drink and find herself a seat. He would disappear upstairs to the guest room he had been staying in for the last few days, and return in his human form. He was supposed to be laying low, but since that meant he had to keep his low prifile in tact, didn't mean he couldn't at least say hello to Vena and update her on his situation
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Post by Vena Leimbach on Jul 28, 2010 18:19:13 GMT -5
Being her paranoid woman as of late of course she glanced around the room, crossing her legs and giving a half turn she checked out the local over her glass. She turned back to the bar and a smile twitched up the corner of her mouth.
She glanced over the barmaid, "Black cats are supposed to be bad luck haven't you heard". She would know that attention loving cat anywhere. The woman gave her a glare and startled sort of noise, whether she knew who Vena was or not, she had never screamed not dangerous at all to anyone.
She took another sip of her drink and turned back to the bar, waiting for the cat to come to her, because honestly, have you ever seen anyone call a cat to them? Not likely.
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Post by Mercutio Storm on Jul 29, 2010 16:27:54 GMT -5
The black cat padded towards her, his feet making no sound as he paced the short walk to the woman who had seated herself down. He, of course, was now thought of as a local in the bar. Any cat who favours one place is thought of as an anomoly. Felines go where they want, when they want, and do not answer to any human. But naturally, he wasn't all animal. He had his attention needs.
The cat sat himself down in front of Vena, right beside her drink, and looked at her expectantly, knowing she would scratch behind his ears without him needing to pester her. He looked a little worse for wear though. He had a ct on his nose and a tiny cut in one of his ears. Not to mention he looked dusty. Normally Mercutio was very particular about his coat. He almost seemed neglected.
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Post by Vena Leimbach on Aug 2, 2010 16:17:02 GMT -5
Without taking her eyes from the wall in front of her Vena absent mindedly scratched the cat behind the ears, frowning as she glanced down and noticed his appearence. Bad days apparently. She honestly shouldn't even be out and about herself, but she couldn't hide forever.
"Don't you look a bit worse for the wear", one of her eyebrows popped up in a "what in the hell were you thinking" type look. "Careful someone might actually start thinking you're mangy", a small smile lit her face.
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Post by Mercutio Storm on Aug 3, 2010 11:39:42 GMT -5
The cat shook himself entirely, almost as if this comment had offended him and he leapt light off the bar, down the floor and padded off towards the staircase that led to the guest rooms upstairs. He was out of sight, and for anybody except Vena, out of mind for no more than a minute before there, in the doorframe stood a man in a pair of dirty jeans, t-shirt and tattered leather jacket.
Mercutio smiled as he entered the main bar area and sat himself down next to Vena, ordering himself a Gillywater and looking at the woman with a smile creeping up on his face. "I thought I'd go for the rogue look, you know, something a little more devil may care.. " He chuckled, wondering if she would notice the drastic lack of dreadlocks and the cuts and bruises he was sporting both on his face and the rest of his currently clothed body.
"I am touched, however. You coming all the way out here to see little ol' me. It's nice to know I'm loved" Mercutio said with a crooked grin, glancing at Vena's reaction to this. He wasn't sure if Vena had known this was where he was staying as of late. Maybe it wa just a coincidence, but it was good to see her, even if she was out in the open and in danger. Not that there wasn't danger for everybody these days, but Death Eater runaways usually didn't go down well with many folk.
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Post by Vena Leimbach on Aug 8, 2010 22:16:14 GMT -5
"Well it looks more like the devil took notice in you love, and stomped all over you're pretty face", she reached her hand up quickly and gently and traced the few bruises that lingered across it, with a frown, and then her hand was gone. She settled back into a neutral face of simply chatting with an old friend.
"As much as i'd like to claim I was here to see you", she took a drink, "I simply just came here, although, running into you is never the worst part of my evening", she smiled as if they shared some private joke and quite honestly, they sort of did.
"I'd ask what you've been up to", she glanced over at him, "but I'm not sure I want to know".
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Post by Mercutio Storm on Aug 9, 2010 17:07:14 GMT -5
Mercutio smirked. Of course, they should behave while in public and all, but it was good to see her. He couldn't help but feel better, lighter maybe. She had a way of making him forget, which was some comfort.
"Well, I suppose when you chase the dogs, eventually one is going to turn around and snap at you.. It wasn't particularly nasty. He ended up worse than me, I can tell you that. Still in St Mungo's from what I heard..." He said, his tone suddenly serious now, and his voice dipping to a very low whisper before he added; "It was Goyle. Bastard caught me evesdropping and chased me for half a mile through Chester. Ended up blowing up a taxi somehow... Muggles thought it was a car bomb. I feel bad, some bloke nearly had a heart attack. But Goyle's in a petty bad way, so I can't be too upset." His eyes lingered on the odd cuts and bruises on his hands. The problem with blowing up a car is there's a hell of alot of shattered glass frying round then. And of course, some were from the curses Goyle was throwing left right and centre. Talk about discression. Sure, it was five in the morning, and dark, but a Muggle could have been watching out of their window or anything..
"How're you then? And Stella? I'm guessing she had Draco wrapped around her little finger now?"
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Post by Vena Leimbach on Aug 10, 2010 9:30:03 GMT -5
Vena's anger sparked, she knew Goyle. She knew them all of course she had lived in that house, they were always around. Goyle however disgusted her very litterally, there was something wrong with the man's head. "Lets hope he stays there", she shuddered one less to worry about.
"I'm fine", she said with a shrug, "Although I still haven't figured out how to get the pictures off the wall without messing with the wards, and even I don't fully understand how they work". Her relatives remarks from behind their frames have been bothering her as of late, especailly those towards Stella. Not that Stella ever seemed to be bothered, but Vena was protective when it came to her cousin, and apparently whoever else the cat dragged in, pun intended.
"Stella has been dragging Draco to hell and back, running in his room at the slightest thing, he had to start locking his door", she rolled her eyes, "It's like she has a new toy or something and she's five years old again, She dragged him out tonight, to a Muggle club, and she thinks I don't know", Vena has long giving up trying to reign in her cousin, but instead of waiting at home adn worrying about when the girl and now Draco were coming home, she decided to go out and get a drink for herself.
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Post by Mercutio Storm on Aug 10, 2010 16:17:44 GMT -5
Mercutio bit his bottom lip to stop himself laughing out loud. For some reason, he could picture Draco hiding behind the locked door while Stella hammered at the wood with her fists. They would be fine in London as long as they stuck together. No Wizard was idiotic enough to try cursing two underage wizards in a club full of over two hundred Muggles.
"She's taken quite a shine to him then. I thought Stella would have been more difficult to please. I mean, don't get me wrong, the kid's alright. But he just seems so.. Bored. Or maybe boring. I can't tell. Is he boring?" Merc asked, taking a sip of his drink and almost regretting the olive. He never did get along with having weird things shoved unceremoniously in his drinks. You'd have thought a pub like this wouldnt be so impulsive. He fished the olive out and placed in on the bar, looking at it as if it had offended.
"Hae you tried just covering them? They did that on my friends Mother. She was a cow. They just got some curtains and hid her away. She still muttered, but got quieter because she couldnt see who was passing"
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Post by Stella Leimbach on Aug 26, 2010 15:53:32 GMT -5
"I've tried that once and the curtains dissapeared", Stella rolled her eyes, "I'm cursed with my dead family's opinion on my lifestyle".
She rolled her eyes, "I haven't honestly talked to the boy much myself, he's in his room a lot I feel like the only time he comes out is when Stella makes him, she's persistant", Her cousin was anything but calm. Vena watched the private show down with the olive and simply smiled as she took another sip of her drink.
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Post by Mercutio Storm on Aug 26, 2010 16:20:13 GMT -5
Mercutio shrugged Maybe Sella would come up with a solution to the irritating picture poblem. Or maybe Remus would know of somethig else to try, because really Merc didn't like them staring at him and whispering nasty things to Vena. They were annoying, and there was no telling if thy had other portrait anywhere else that they coud visit. That could be potentially problematic.
"I houd probably save him from her, just for a night. You think he'd be terribly adverse to leaving the castle for a while? I dont kow, do some digging, see if he needs a shopping trip or anything." The young man suggsted, thinking that if Drac was anything like himself, the idea of shopping was a guilty pleasure.
"I'm bored" Mercutio piped up evenaully, looking at his drink somewhat remoursefully. Gillywater always tasted better at the three boomsticks.
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