Post by Shiri Moretti on Mar 13, 2008 13:08:56 GMT -5
(This takes place after the breakout)
After all, of this time she was finally free. The past several months dragged on for eternity the only company was with fellow Shadows, which she did not mind, the shouts of others from other cells. The Ministry created hell was torturous, but she did not break, as she normally would have if it were not for her best friend, Dante. He had trained her mind to withstand most mental tortures, making her mind wiser, stronger, and darker than it had been in the past. Moreover, she was going to thank him for everything he had done for her. “My brother,” she whispered under her breath.
Since the breakout, she had cut her long, unkempt, dark hair to about shoulder length and did a color changing charm on her eyes so they were no longer blue, but a nice brown instead. A pair of loose black cargo shorts that came to her knee fell slightly off her hips. Her torso was covered in a white t-shirt with a black khaki jacket over it. In addition, a newly purchased wand was stashed in her shorts pocket for easy access. How she missed taking a shower.
Therefore, with her appearance changed, she made her way into the Changing Hands bookstore. Not only was it owned by someone she might as well call family, but according to a letter that she received recently, it would make a great safe haven for the time being.
“It seems that brother is still the neat freak he always was,” she laughed gently as her fingers grazed a couple book spines glancing carelessly at the titles. “And of course yet again does he keep all of the good stuff in the back. But, I guess he has good reason to just in case,” she whispered.
Walking into the floor room, Lightning’s eyes widened at how many books there were around her. “Oh my lord,” she whispered in slight shock. “There are a lot of books here,” she grinned slightly as she approached the muggle fiction section and scanned the titles. “And it seems that he doesn’t have any of the Arthurian legends that I am currently looking for,” she sighed shaking her head. “I need to make not to tell him to increase the historical fiction section,” she noted softly to herself.
Finding a couch out of the corner of her eye, Shiri walked gracefully over to it and sat down resting her head on her hand. Lord, how she wanted sleep, but sleeping in a store like this would certainly draw attention to herself, which she didn’t really need.
(Open to anyone who has reason to be in a bookstore after hours)
After all, of this time she was finally free. The past several months dragged on for eternity the only company was with fellow Shadows, which she did not mind, the shouts of others from other cells. The Ministry created hell was torturous, but she did not break, as she normally would have if it were not for her best friend, Dante. He had trained her mind to withstand most mental tortures, making her mind wiser, stronger, and darker than it had been in the past. Moreover, she was going to thank him for everything he had done for her. “My brother,” she whispered under her breath.
Since the breakout, she had cut her long, unkempt, dark hair to about shoulder length and did a color changing charm on her eyes so they were no longer blue, but a nice brown instead. A pair of loose black cargo shorts that came to her knee fell slightly off her hips. Her torso was covered in a white t-shirt with a black khaki jacket over it. In addition, a newly purchased wand was stashed in her shorts pocket for easy access. How she missed taking a shower.
Therefore, with her appearance changed, she made her way into the Changing Hands bookstore. Not only was it owned by someone she might as well call family, but according to a letter that she received recently, it would make a great safe haven for the time being.
“It seems that brother is still the neat freak he always was,” she laughed gently as her fingers grazed a couple book spines glancing carelessly at the titles. “And of course yet again does he keep all of the good stuff in the back. But, I guess he has good reason to just in case,” she whispered.
Walking into the floor room, Lightning’s eyes widened at how many books there were around her. “Oh my lord,” she whispered in slight shock. “There are a lot of books here,” she grinned slightly as she approached the muggle fiction section and scanned the titles. “And it seems that he doesn’t have any of the Arthurian legends that I am currently looking for,” she sighed shaking her head. “I need to make not to tell him to increase the historical fiction section,” she noted softly to herself.
Finding a couch out of the corner of her eye, Shiri walked gracefully over to it and sat down resting her head on her hand. Lord, how she wanted sleep, but sleeping in a store like this would certainly draw attention to herself, which she didn’t really need.
(Open to anyone who has reason to be in a bookstore after hours)