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Post by Twila Kaitryn LaCroix (Landry) on Aug 24, 2009 22:47:13 GMT -5
Twila LaCroix (she refused to use that bastard's last name, regardless of documentation) studied the wall of the building with much curiousity. She was looking for someone, but she wasn't sure that they lived in London. They used to, rumor said. They could be anywhere by now. It's been years.
She sighed and turned around, watching the milling passersby. She hadn't changed much to the naked eye since school, but Twila's usual cocky, self-assurance was missing, replaced by a grim quality that didn't suit her pretty face. She pushed her hair out of her face as the wind stirred it, and her violet eyes narrowed as she watched a curly-haired woman walk past her, possibly on her way to work. Twila wished she could say the same, really. Anything to get her out of her husband's house, and away from his cold gaze. She stifled a surge of anger in her gut- she had learned long ago that it didn't help to get angry. Alexander was stronger than her.
Twila's alertness perked up as someone she thought she recognized headed her way from down the street...
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Post by Lily Ann Evans-Potter on Sept 12, 2009 8:38:36 GMT -5
It had been awhile since she'd visited this part of London mostly because it was where Petunia lived and her parents were buried close by she had been thinking of her mother quiet a bit lately and wishing she had not passed those eight years ago when she was still right here. There tears she wiped away were for the living not the dead. The dead no longer needed them. Her granny had told her as a girl when she asked why she was crying at a funeral. Little Lily had been punched hard in the arm and told to be quiet by her older sister. She dabbed at her eyes as she moved and saw a form seem to manifest from the early morning fogs.
"Oh excuse me." she said to the curl red haired woman who smiled kindly to her in passing. Lily felt a little bit better at that. She nodded to her in turn. She managed to make her way out of that fog bank into another. There was a woman she thought she knew from her years at Hogwarts. What wait! Hadn't she disappeared ? Blinking her eyes Lily tried to focus. She knew the woman because well admittedly Lily had spent a great deal of time with Severus. Thus Lily had been around Slytherin. She figured the mocked her blood behind her back, she hadn't cared than as long as they didn't hex her or they left her to her own ends. Since more than one had found out she was a red head with a temper. Better at throwing hexs than most girls her age and she had a gift for magic. A head for retaining things in passing.
She tipped the black cap that was the only thing keeping the bright red curls from spilling into her eyes up to get a better look and the young woman. She looked just like school not that she could have forgotten. She blanked on a name stunned to see the girl alive. "Oh!" she managed to say drawing attention to herself. "Don't I know you ?" her voice dropped low so as to not alert anyone else near. Lily herself hadn't changed her green eyes were still bright and glowed faintly in her pale face in the fog. "Merlin..what happened to you ?' she asked. Drawing her hat off so she didn't look like a random Weasley. She'd been asked that before was she one of the Weasley's she'd been amused and thought someday it might make a good alternate identity.
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Post by Twila Kaitryn LaCroix (Landry) on Oct 17, 2009 19:01:02 GMT -5
Twila raised a brow at her. Why wasn't she afraid? Hell, she was friends with Severus- all the more reason to be afraid of Twila's return.
"I don't think you do." She said silkily, offering Lily a slight smirk as she ducked her head. Hell, Twila didn't know herself anymore. Not the way she had once upon a time. "A case of mistaken identity, I'm afraid."
Afraid. Funny how that word popped up again and again in Twila's subconcious. CREDIT ! MICHAELA ?! OF BLANK PAGES
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Post by Lily Ann Evans-Potter on Oct 22, 2009 4:28:46 GMT -5
But nothings greater than the rush,
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The silky tones didn't effect Lily not in the least nor did the fact the girl knew Severus. No one knew Severus like she did.To imply such a thing would have been a blatant lie. Lily often saw right through those. She remembered the girl quiet well from School. Though if she wanted to play games so be it. She wasn't afraid of her, never had been. There had been nothing to fear. Still the way she talked, the way she held herself. The woman was scared of something. "Pssh." she said making a soft sound."One can say such a thing but how long does it take you to convince yourself of this...Madame ?" she inquired. Her tone held no challange maybe even a touch of concern. The Slytherin crowd had been the same crowd she'd been around up until her seventh year.
Never mind the fact that Severus kept nothing from her and she had been told of the womans return. Twila was a follower of Voldemort, she knew this much. However what she didn't know was why she was sneaking around like a thief in a place that looked to be her home. She could have been a vindictive bitch, she could have knocked on the door and asked who lived there. She didn't though. "Well if you need help either way." she answered with a shrug. "You look like your in trouble." she meant the woman posture ducking and hiding.
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