Welcome to TB, an all levels Harry Potter roleplay with no word count. Our purpose is to go through the books with one exception: the addition of original characters and what changes that makes.
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Post by CASSIOPEIA BRONTË on Jul 2, 2024 13:06:16 GMT -5
Cassiopeia leant against one of the old cobbled buildings in the alley. It was beginning to get lighter in the evenings as Spring approached in full force. The prolonged period of daylight was irritating, and so she stuck to the shadows. She had been on an afternoon shift today, and so she had chance to take her break before she had to head back to work for the bustling nightclub hours.
She tapped her feet, the toe of her steel-capped boots were stiff and uncomfortable. They were good for kicking butt, though. It was almost as if the leather wrapped around the steel was just as tough as the steel itself. Cassiopeia cast her gaze across the alley and watched people come and go. She couldn't help but wonder what these people were up to. Her mind wandered and she created a persona for each person who passed her by. None of them muggles, of course. As it should be.
She pushed herself forward and took a sip from a goblet she'd taken from work. It was sweet, and enough to satisfy her for now.
Post by DRACO MALFOY on Jul 2, 2024 13:30:30 GMT -5
Draco had decided that walking to his property would be a good idea. It was about fifty (yes, he counted) steps into this journey, before he decided that was an abhorrent idea. Why was he bothering to walk anywhere? He wasn't enjoying the nights air, he didn't have anything to be recollective about, he had just wanted to walk Until he hadn't. And so, ducking down the first Alley he came cross felt like the right thing to do. Logical, even. He could apparate from there and be done with it.
That had been his plan, right up until he'd spotted someone else, and then he paused. "Do you usually lay in wait down dimly lit alleys?" he asked her.
Post by CASSIOPEIA BRONTË on Jul 2, 2024 14:10:03 GMT -5
Cassiopeia arched a brow as the blonde man approached. Of course she recognised him, who wouldn't? None other than the nation-renowned healer, Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately for him, Cassiopeia simply did not give a damn about his reputation.
She looked down her nose at him and gave him a brief glance up and down. He definitely looked wealthy. Was that a wedding ring? She couldn't tell. She felt he would be pretty difficult to convince him to write her in his will before he mysteriously disappeared.
"Do you normally chat up women in dimly lit alleys? The Prophet would have a field day with that." she retorted, oozing with snark.
Post by DRACO MALFOY on Jul 2, 2024 15:18:58 GMT -5
Draco wondered what he'd done to deserve the hatred of so many women in the world all at once. And then he remembered.. everything he had done and gave up on that particular train of thought.
He took a moment, exhaled, brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, exhaled again and then dropped it, fingers settling into the edge of his pocket - he really wasn't looking forward to having to explain why he was late to his wife or his lover if it involed the words 'chatting up'. "If I had any intention on, how did you put it? chatting you up, you would know about it." he said, "I take it that's not a common occurence for you? Men flirting?" he asked but gave her no time to answer, "No? I can understand the confusion then and I'll take your thinly veild threat about the prophet as a misunderstanding." he said and tipped his head to look down the alley again, to eye the people passing. "I merely wondered what you were gaining by lurking here." If he were paying more attention, he might have made the connection of the glass she were holding - alas, he had not.
Post by CASSIOPEIA BRONTË on Jul 2, 2024 15:38:04 GMT -5
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, babe. I have had my fair share of men chat me up in this very alley, and I've said no to each and every one of them" she replied, pushing herself off of the wall and standing to face him more evenly.
"Anyway. I see they don't teach observation in medical school. This is a goblet from The Archer's Rose, I work there. I'm taking my break before the club hours start. If I could smoke, I would." Cassiopeia paused. Had she incriminated herself with that sentence? He couldn't know. He mustn't. Of all the blood around, rich Malfoy blood was probably second only to Veela.
"It's a shame about the asthma. What are you doing hanging around a dimly lit alley anyway?"
Noá stepped out of the nearest Potions supply shop, holding a package wrapped carefully in paper and string. She had come here by train earlier to pick up some things she needed for Theodore Nott's class at Rutherford. She elected to impress him by getting out of the box ingredients that you couldn't get at Remedy Nott. It was her first year at Rutherford, and she was determined to make a mark, to prove she had what it took to become an Auror. Her adoptive mother had always told her she was destined for great things, and Noá believed it with every fiber of her being. Plus, secretly, she was here to learn the pattern of the shop owners so one day, perhaps, she could borrow one extra lacewing fly jar that she may need for exhaustive studies.
Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a figure stepping into the alley. The man's platinum blonde hair was unmistakable in the dim light. Draco Malfoy, she thought with a mix of curiosity and wariness. She had heard plenty about him, both good and bad. His reputation preceded him, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here. She watched as he exchanged words with another woman, someone who seemed equally at ease in the shadows. Noá's eyes narrowed slightly, her instincts kicking in. Something about the situation felt off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She stepped closer, her curiosity getting the better of her, though she stayed within the protective cover of the shadows.
She couldn't stay subtle for long, however, as Noá not so gracefully drew attention towards her naturally by her appearance. Not only that - but she happened to accidentality kick a rock down the alley which perhaps, revealed her location.
Post by CASSIOPEIA BRONTË on Jul 6, 2024 3:14:22 GMT -5
Cassiopeia was naturally drawn to the sound, being able to pick it up quite easily. Her hearing was not supreme, but it was sharper than others. She watched the rock bounce down the alley and looked further to the source. Her eyes found Noa, who looked quite beautiful. She glanced the woman up and down for a moment, then gestured.
"Come and join us. I'm trying to prove to Mr Malfoy that I'm not a common street rat. I just happen to stand in alleyways a lot."
Noá hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the boldness of the woman just casually inviting her over. Trying to get by unnoticed didn't work evidently, meaning that she should work hardly on her subtlety. She stepped out of the shadows that were attempting to conceal her. When she approached, Noá studied Cassiopeia carefully. Something about her gave her the itch that she could see right through her, breaking down her usual brave demeanor layer by layer. It was equally thrilling and terrifying. Noá figured that this woman was unique.
"I'm Noá," she introduced herself, her voice melodic and soft, despite being put on the spot like this in front of a powerful important figure such as Draco Malfoy. "And I don't think you're a street rat." She offered Cassiopeia a gentle smile laced with the depths of how nervous she was to be near Malfoy. Her chest was fluttering. Noá didn't want to come off as a freak, however, she adjusted the paper package in her hands slightly and focused her attention on him.
"And Mr. Malfoy," she attempted to meet his gaze with a layer of confidence that she didn't entirely feel. "It's a pleasure." Would it be strange to say her name twice? Maybe so. Therefore, she omitted it.
Post by DRACO MALFOY on Jul 6, 2024 16:11:42 GMT -5
Honestly, the situations he managed to find himself in were mind-boggling. "Hanging around-" he sighed, "This just happens to be my route home." It wasn't at all but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He opened his mouth to speak again, possibly insult her but he realised someone else had joined them. Brilliant, another one.
"So we all know who I am then." he said, "And you're Noá," he pointed, and then let his finger move to point at Cassiopeia, "And street rat? Interesting name, wouldn't have picked it myself."
Post by CASSIOPEIA BRONTË on Jul 11, 2024 13:46:10 GMT -5
She reached out and took the tip of Draco's index finger between her well manicured fingertips. Her hands were slightly cold, a little unusual for a May evening. Still, one might assume she had been caught in the wind. Cassiopeia moved his hand out of the way using her own.
"It's rude to point, darling. Keep your hands by your sides. Thanks." she said with a soft tut and shake of the head. She stepped back afterwards.
"Anyway. I'm Cassiopeia. You can call me Cassie, Cass. Anything you like really. Just as long as it's polite. And thank you, Noa. I try to be a cute street rat. "
Post by NOÁ OLIVAR on Jul 15, 2024 12:27:01 GMT -5
Noá tucked some of her hair behind her ears. Her silver streaks were coming back through and they bounced off the limited lighting in Diagon Alley. She focused specifically at Draco, wanting to know more about him. It was after all, curiosity that killed the cat. "The Malfoy Manor is nearby here, then?" She spoke in such a tone that her voice allured mystery and almost, seduction. It couldn't be helped given her genetics. Noá hoped she didn't come off creepy.
"Cassie is a lovely name." She flashed a pretty smile in the direction of Cassiopeia.
