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Post by ADALYN IRIS DOLOHOV on Feb 9, 2014 19:08:14 GMT -5
 Watching the wizarding world lose a bit of its sanity when Harry Potter turned up dead was a definite highlight of Adalyn’s year. However unknown to the rest of the wizarding world, his death had just been the start. Sure she had killed shop keepers before that and even some people of somewhat importance but no one really cared. Those deaths she was sure didn’t even make the front page of the Daily Prophet. But once she took away the man who stood for hope and goodness in the wizarding world, things collapsed. It took a lot of planning and intelligence to kill the ‘boy who lived’ but after reading history books over and over Adalyn noticed how his go to spell was expelliarmus. A bloody disarming spell. If the man hadn’t used the killing curse on Voldemort, Adalyn knew for a fact that the man had too many morals to use it on a shop owner. It didn’t take long for Adalyn to deliver the final curse and her only mistake was not getting rid of the shop owner’s body quick enough because the aurors had seen the dead body and then her using the shop owner’s identity. Oh well, no one expected the widowed healer to be the mastermind behind this anyways.
And as Adalyn Dolohov sat on the small bench outside some shop in Diagon Alley she couldn’t help but let a smirk go on her lips for a moment that everyone passed by her without a second thought. When Voldemort was around everyone knew what evil like, the dark lord even looked evil, barely human. However Adalyn had a pleasant smile, blonde hair, blue eyes and looked like someone who could be trusted; definitely not the face of evil. It wouldn’t be long before the death eater’s became more prominent in the wizarding world and even then Adalyn was sure that no one would guess that the one who was planning everyone’s death wasn’t hiding herself. She flipped to the next page of the Daily Prophet as she ‘read’ the news. Nothing interesting; some were still talking about Potter’s death, which was a bore. She did enjoy however that everyone thought a man killed him. Wouldn’t they all be shocked when it came out (if it ever did) that a twenty-seven year old female killed the boy who lived? She took a quick look at her watch before she continued to people watch behind the paper. A man tripped over her foot, which Adalyn just nodded her head as he apologized then kept walking. Someone interesting had to be in this bloody town who she didn’t want to kill after hearing them speak a single word.
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Post by SEBASTIAN CASSIUS WARRINGTON on Feb 12, 2014 4:06:34 GMT -5
 Walking through the streets of Diagon Alley, Sebastian kept his eyes forward, not purposely making eye contact with anyone as he walked. He could feel people watching him, for whatever their reasons were, Bastian did not know nor did he care. Let them stare. Bastian just ignored them. He continued to walk, by himself as usual, with his hands in his pockets and a serious dark expression on his face. Sebastian had been spending a lot of time wandering, hanging around by himself lately. It was no surprise really. Being on his own was all that Bastian had done, for his entire life. Even with a four younger siblings, it still never stopped him from spending a lot of time by himself. His younger siblings were all close in age, where as there was six years between Bastian and the next eldest. So even though he had nothing against his siblings, the small age gap was enough for Bastian to want his own time without his younger siblings being all over him trying to get his attention and whatever else. That and the fact that being alone was just how he liked it. Of course, it didn't mean he was always alone, he did enjoy certain company from time to time. It all just depended on who it was and what was going on.
As a couple of young women were walking, laughing and not really paying attention to where they were going and finding themselves not walking in a straight line, Seb frowned. Within moments, the closer one had then bumped into Sebs side, almost knocking herself over. It was just a normal event that happened when you walked through Diagon Alley. You couldn't walk through the busy streets without bumping into people. The women looked at him, seeing the unpleasant, dark look on his face. They fell nervous, apologising before quickly hurrying off without another word. Seb turned his head, watching them practically running off away from him. As he turned back to face straight ahead again, a smirk spread on his lips as he kept walking, satisfied to have freaked out a couple of young women.
When Bastian looked to the side, he stopped in his tracks, looking at the woman that was sitting outside of a shop with the Daily Prophet. His face softened, the dark expressions dissolving and turning more friendly as he dipped his head for a moment and walked on over to his first, greatest and longest friend. He didn't say a word as he went right up to her, instantly helping himself to the empty seat on the other side of the small table. He looked at her, keeping silent as he then finally smirked. "Adikins, I didn't know you could read."
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