she has cast a spell of smoldering darkness over the store, rolling off the walls like a thick smoke. that lovely feeling of dread, disease and death hangs in the air, as heavy and penetrating as ever. it follows her around like a second skin, like a perfume that she can’t quite shake. nor does she want to. “ i thought i made it quite clear that i wanted this place empty, tonight, “ she says after a while. fingers trace a skull that lays on display, mindlessly, barely noticing how a curse buzzes beneath her finger tips, threatening to break free. “ my family is quite patient with the way this place is being run, but everyone has a limit, “ she adds, a threat much more severe than that of a cursed skull lingering in her voice. the shopkeep disappears before she decides to act on it, and her attention diverts to AUGUSTUS. a slight smile appears on her hips, and her stance softens ever so slightly. shoulders hunch downwards, and her wand is slipped back into the sleeve of her robe. the darkness still doesn’t fade. “ you should know better than to follow me, rookwood. “ there’s a pause. smoke continues to roll across the floors of borgin & burkes, making it very hard to see much of... anything. but some errands are worth the precaution ( and some people are just that dramatic, too ). “ or are we calling this a merry twist of fate? a happy coincidence? “ she continues, feet crossing in front of her. her eyes sparkle in the dark, some form of twisted amusement lingering far below the usual clouded darkness. “ men like you usually don’t walk into places like this. “ or, they do. but like her, she assumes that he’s smart enough to do it when no one’s looking.
