Feb 8, 2021
@halfbreedhawkins
It had been a quiet shift, only a few regulars passing by for a quick performance but nothing incredibly exciting. Dylan was wired, tired, and strung out on caffeine. She was nearly home, walking the final stretch from the entrance to Knockturn Alley, when something caught her eye. Or rather, someone. “Well, well, if it isn’t Penny Dreadful herself.” Dylan tsk’ed, turning on a dime to face the other woman. “Why are you hanging around here at this hour?”