people watching was an unfortunate policy made into a boredom - demanded routine — before, it was necessary for her to know just who to approach and how to approach them, so she may reflect them like clear water, but now, andromeda is but doomed to the tedium brought by the lack of costumers, as the patrons and shopkeepers from diagon alley settle in that weird stage between the bustling season of stocking up ingredients for the start of the school year, and the samhain. as aleyna breaks the monotony, she is all too familiar: not only is she dark haired and dark eyed, gracefully tall as andromeda herself had once been, her perfect posture seems to be tainted by the keeping of a secret andromeda could not help but to wonder just how deep it ran. could it be like her own, at that age ?
her words are but a well - meaning warning, and it is difficult to keep the cheek from not appearing in her gaze as the black allows her eyes to wander across the files. “are those important? you ought to take care, miss macmillan. the paper tells us we are living in dangerous times — what if some odd sort of thief comes and takes those files away before you’ve made a copy? your boss may have your head.” or your mother’s, andromeda bites back from insinuating what may as well be the truth — it certainly was for her, in her time in the ministry. how deep the similarities run, she wonders?
assuming genuine concern, laced with gentle curiosity, the eldest nods towards her own shop. “would you like me to give you a folder to keep those ? that may lend you some subtlety. or you can use my floo to return to your office, should you prefer it.”
( * ── 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 like to pride herself on . the art of shared gazes that can turn to words even with absence of any sound outside the brush of eyelashes against skin , and slight gestures that speak volumes . of somebody's character , of the true relationship between a pair of individuals . yet her mastery extends as far as her physical form does . through body language , she feels as though words flow from gait , eye contact ── or lack thereof . they speak far better than her lips could . because when trying to convey something false , her lips stumble over the simplest of words , like a first year muggleborn trying to cast a spell and tripping over the incantation time and time again . she becomes tongue tied , only able to spill vague words and half truths in order to hold onto a shred of her dignity ── yet when confronted by a gaze that is sharp enough or another who is just a bit too insistent , her wit fails and all that is left is cowardice emerging in the form of terrible lies .
( * ── ❝ 𝐨𝐡 , 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 , ❞ 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 attempts once more . from the way her voice trembles at the beginning of such a brief and simple sentence , it is in vain . yet she does not yield as easily as she previously did , standing her ground this time rather than immediately admitting that she is lying . she has been told that the contents of the file she carries are confidential , and in spite of her better instincts , she has made the daft move of walking instead of opting for magical means of transportation . ❝ ah , yes ── dangerous times indeed . file thieves run rampant among these streets , ❞ she quips , with a soft smile on elegant features that bestow kindness upon someone she is meant to shun . lightheartedness fades the second her mother is mentioned , much like the rosiness of her cheeks ── foolish girl , how she forgets herself . aleyna briefly averts her gaze . ❝ i'd like to take you up on that folder , mrs ... um , andromeda . ❞ how spoken words speak volumes , how the unspoken can speak even louder .
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