Post by Amelia Decessum on Apr 3, 2009 19:15:02 GMT -5
A flick here and a flash there, and her table was cleaner than the chandelier back at Decessum Manor.
Then again, the magicks going on at her home were of either her own will or her sister's; this one involved a little money - the flash - and a wizard to clean for her -- the flick. Amelia Decessum usually wouldn't choose such a Dark, disgusting place to eat on the third she'd gone without any food. In a sense, she was very hungry, and she told herself she would almost anything. Usually, though, "anything" didn't involve Knockturn Alley -- not even the most popular, well-prepared restaurant. Unfortunately, she came to realize, this was the easiest place to reach; she'd taken a few wrong turns when she'd apparated.
The woman certainly felt the need to be beautiful, even if it was just some joint in Knockturn Alley. Perhaps she would visit the Wretching Pit after her little trip to the Flaming Toad. True, she didn't like losing money -- but it was the weekend, and she felt like having a little fun. Though she was strict and uneasy in the classroom, she didn't mind letting lose every once and a while outside the castle; she was a very outgoing person, either way, and students in her classes usually figured this out one way or another. That's all she needed: a cheap, casual meal and a trip to an underground casino. Isn't that what everyone did on the weekend?
Amelia wore a simple outfit this late afternoon: a silk dark green miniskirt and a matching tee-shirt over a simple pair of black leggings and a black long-sleeve shirt. It was winter, and even this woman dressed warmly. Usually. Her long, straight raven hair fell freely, as per usual, bouncing against her back with every step. She wore dark green lipstick, no surprise, and the red crystal heart-shaped necklace rested about her neck. Her appearance had changed, health-wise, a considerable bit over the month she had returned: bags no longer existed under her eyes, her clothes and appearance were neat and fitting, and she didn't appear quite as insane as she had when she stalked into her classroom, demanding and sharp as ever.
And now here she sat, ordering a vegetarian salad and slipping the waiter some extra money as a "make sure it's perfect" payment. She had ordered a glass of sweat tea and found the man bringing it to her only a minute later. She gave it a look-over, examined it for some time, and decided against using her wand to check for anything abnormal before taking a large sip and letting out a gentle sigh. Not even the snow flurry outside could ruin her weekend.
Then again, the magicks going on at her home were of either her own will or her sister's; this one involved a little money - the flash - and a wizard to clean for her -- the flick. Amelia Decessum usually wouldn't choose such a Dark, disgusting place to eat on the third she'd gone without any food. In a sense, she was very hungry, and she told herself she would almost anything. Usually, though, "anything" didn't involve Knockturn Alley -- not even the most popular, well-prepared restaurant. Unfortunately, she came to realize, this was the easiest place to reach; she'd taken a few wrong turns when she'd apparated.
The woman certainly felt the need to be beautiful, even if it was just some joint in Knockturn Alley. Perhaps she would visit the Wretching Pit after her little trip to the Flaming Toad. True, she didn't like losing money -- but it was the weekend, and she felt like having a little fun. Though she was strict and uneasy in the classroom, she didn't mind letting lose every once and a while outside the castle; she was a very outgoing person, either way, and students in her classes usually figured this out one way or another. That's all she needed: a cheap, casual meal and a trip to an underground casino. Isn't that what everyone did on the weekend?
Amelia wore a simple outfit this late afternoon: a silk dark green miniskirt and a matching tee-shirt over a simple pair of black leggings and a black long-sleeve shirt. It was winter, and even this woman dressed warmly. Usually. Her long, straight raven hair fell freely, as per usual, bouncing against her back with every step. She wore dark green lipstick, no surprise, and the red crystal heart-shaped necklace rested about her neck. Her appearance had changed, health-wise, a considerable bit over the month she had returned: bags no longer existed under her eyes, her clothes and appearance were neat and fitting, and she didn't appear quite as insane as she had when she stalked into her classroom, demanding and sharp as ever.
And now here she sat, ordering a vegetarian salad and slipping the waiter some extra money as a "make sure it's perfect" payment. She had ordered a glass of sweat tea and found the man bringing it to her only a minute later. She gave it a look-over, examined it for some time, and decided against using her wand to check for anything abnormal before taking a large sip and letting out a gentle sigh. Not even the snow flurry outside could ruin her weekend.
