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At least he got some kind of answer out of her, although it didn’t say an awful lot. People came here for all kinds of reasons–although visitors weren’t particularly common–and often they wanted to know what they ‘did here’. They were the same kind of people who’d show up to the scene of an accident, because it intrigued them.

He’d stopped crying, but his eyes felt dry and he was afraid he wasn’t fooling anyone. “You wouldn’t understand,” he replied finally. If it wasn’t the truth he wouldn’t have said it, because he was terrified of angering people, but this time he hadn’t been able to restrain himself.

“What do you want to know?”

The moment she was put on the spot like that, she could feel the lump in her throat getting back. It was hard to speak, because she absolutely didn’t want to sound like she was one of them. She was just curious, wary, disturbed. She wasn’t scared or hateful, right? Or was she. She knew these people believed in what she’d seen, too, but they’d seen it as evil. Was it? Did she have to be scared? She didn’t hope so, because... She didn’t want to become like the kid now in front of her, crying about something Sierra ‘wouldn’t understand.’ Bullshit. “Try me.” She said, her expression remaining blank. She so desperately didn’t want the other to be able to read her.

She took a deep breath and thought for a little while, but then she decided to just start. That was the only way she was going to get somewhere. No matter how ridiculous that still sounded to her. “I saw something impossible happening today.” She said, leaving it at that for just a little bit. Perhaps the boy would say something crazy and she could leave, going on as if nothing had happened.

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“Did you see that?! He had a gun.”

Pansy turned around when she realised she was being spoken to in the midst of a busy street. She’d been on her way to Diagon Alley, but was in no rush. “A what?” Pansy was born into a family of wizards and was rarely in contact with the muggle world at all. She was therefore very unfamiliar with things that were common knowledge to muggles, which was why it took her a moment to realise what she was being told. She might not know much, but she was quite sure that this was out of the ordinary, which the woman’s tone of voice only confirmed. A gun was dangerous.

She reached inside her long coat and rested her hand on the hilt of her wand. “Who had a gun?”

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Sierra loved thrill, but what she loved even more was involving unsuspecting strangers into something they had no idea about. It was something she had been practicing and perhaps it would lead her to somewhere once upon a time. Perhaps she could engage herself in dangerous situations with strangers, because perhaps it would teach her something about herself that she’d like learning about. She could never be sure.

“A gun!” She repeated, assuming the girl just hadn’t heard her. “He was holding it under his coat, but I saw it.” It wasn’t exactly false, but Sierra wasn’t as sure of what she’d seen as she sounded right now. This was thrilling. She wondered what this girl would do, or how she’d respond. “Should we call the police? We have to do something, don’t we? What if he’s going to hurt someone innocent?”

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Not sure why, but I’ve seen to have declared today ‘draw-a-clever-bird-day’. Here is a magpie. I like magpies; like crows they often beg for food when I’m walking the dog, but they’re much braver than the crows.

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When all she gave was a name he was beginning to wonder what she was doing here at all. She must’ve had some kind of purpose as no one came here without one, but she wasn’t stating what it was. She hadn’t come to gloat, or else she would have started laughing at this point.

No one ever asked him why he was crying. He wasn’t supposed to be crying at all, let alone talk about it. “I wasn’t,” he said, sounding everything but convincing. “What are you doing here?”

When she had stepped inside, she had felt unsure, but the longer she stood in front of this crying boy, the more confident she was starting to feel. She was obviously the one in control here, and that was a good thing considering she had felt so little of it in the past couple of hours. She’d felt scared, which wasn’t an emotion—if fear was even an emotion and not some kind of petty state of mind—she particularly wanted to feel. It didn’t suit her. She didn’t do anything out of fear, she didn’t avoid anything out of fear. Fear just wasn’t her thing.

She took a deep breath, but she felt more certain now. She was the stronger one and she would show it. “I came to have a look at what it is you do here.” She answered again. She’d answer all his questions, even if only to show the contrast between the two of them. He was avoiding, he was scared, but Sierra wasn’t. She had nothing to fear. “Why were you crying?” She wasn’t about to let this go, so if he didn’t want to tell her the truth, he’d better start making something up she could be satisfied with.

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No one was supposed to come home for some time. In fact, he wasn’t supposed to be home. There were always things to do and tasks to complete, but he hadn’t gone out to do any of them. That would get him in trouble, if he didn’t soon find the courage to go, but for the moment he just… couldn’t. It was hard to explain, as the tasks were menial enough, but they felt so hard.

That’s why it surprised him–shocked, was a better word–to hear a voice, especially a voice he didn’t recognise. He got up and turned to face the source of the voice. He didn’t know her, but she didn’t seem to pose a threat.

He quickly wiped at his cheeks and shook his head. “No. Who are you?”

It didn't take long for the boy to come into action. She'd expected him to wipe his face immediately upon hearing the question, because of course he wouldn't like to be seen crying, especially not by a stranger. It only made sense.

Her expression didn't give anything away. In fact, it was like she was now pretending that she hadn't seen anything at all, just because she so badly wanted to be different from the people inside this building. She didn't want to be like them, she didn't want to believe what they believed. She also didn't want it to be true, because she didn't even know what that would mean.

She looked at the other, feeling a bit more in control now. "Sierra." She answered factually, as if it still wasn't weird that she was here at all. "Why are you crying?"

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Of course she was going to be in Slytherin. She’d known from the very moment she’d heard about the houses at Hogwarts that she’d be sorted into it. It had never been a question. Her parents were Slytherins and the majority of her ancestors were too. She was supposed to be sorted into this house. In fact, it would have been a disgrace to be placed anywhere else.

She grinned widely while Professor McGonagall raised the hat from her head and she got up from the chair, eyeing the long table to the far right of the room. Everyone’s robes were embellished with emerald lining and stitching. She couldn’t wait to put on the full uniform.

Pansy walked towards the table with pride. She was excited to sit down here. The few first years’ who had been sorted before her shuffled to make place and she sat down between them immediately. Before her sat an ugly, round boy and beside him sat a pale, blonde boy. She had seen him in Diagon Alley and she was quite certain he was a Malfoy. She couldn’t wait to get to know all her fellow Slytherins.

To her left sat a girl with light brown hair. She’d seen her on the train, she believed. “Hello there,” she said rather sweetly. “You’re Sierra, right?” she asked, hoping she remembered the girl’s name correctly from it being called out before.

It wasn't exactly as she has expected, even though she'd always secretly thought. She'd even imagined it constantly because it had been exciting, but now that had become reality. Sierra was a Slytherin now. A real Slytherin. She couldn't help but grin, because this was completely amazing. There was no other word for it.

She'd kept looking at the people who continued to fill up their table and she could feel she was getting more and more exciting. Oh, what a dream coming true. And this was only the start of it.

When the seat next to her was being filled up and she was being spoken to, her face lit up. She'd been chatting very casually to some others, but this felt different. "Hey. Hey yes." She grinned. "I'm Sierra." She looked at the other but she didn't remember her name, too consumed in her own excitement. "Who are you?"

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Trick of the Light

Today, she'd felt disturbed. As though all the things she’d once thought had been false, or perhaps just that there was more than what she had ever been able to see. Either way, she couldn't shake the feeling of the mess this had left her in. She needed answers, and so she was going to get them.

This is exactly why she had come here, to take a look at the people everyone had considered to be completely insane. Perhaps she was one of them herself, or perhaps they weren’t as insane as everybody else made them out to be. She’d come here to get a confirmation of something, though. However, she didn’t know what kind of confirmation that was going to be. 

Hesitantly, she’d entered the building, only to instantly find herself looking at a boy who was sitting at the table. Something seemed off. She’d seen him before, but now the sigh of him simply disturbed her further. She shouldn’t be here. 

The boy was facing away from her and she could only see some subtle movement in his shoulders. “Wait, are you crying?” She asked, completely disregarding the fact that she had just stepped into this building without being invited to, acting as though it was normal for Sierra to be the one asking all th questions

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What she’d thought would be a night of fun and a good fuck instead was her being absolutely enticed by the woman before her and not knowing quite what to do with it. Her attraction to Sierra had suddenly escalated and she was going to put it all into how they danced together.

She’d done ballet all her life and knew how to dance to this kind of music too. Her moves were smooth and precise and she damn well made sure she looked sexy while moving to the music. It took only a few moments to get into it, but when she was, she was smiling at the other. She was in her element again and she was slowly becoming less nervous while she showed the other how she could move as much as she was watching Sierra dance too. She liked what she saw and slowly she moved closer to her, moving her hand back to Sierra’s waist so they could dance closely together.

This was something Sierra quite enjoyed seeing, which was merely an addition to the many great qualities the other had managed to show her in just a matter of a few minutes. But no, it looked like Rosie really did know how to dance, whereas Sierra didn't quite have these skills, but was moving gracefully and sexy anyway. In her own way. Fortunately it didn't long for the distance between them to decrease and Sierra could feel one of her arms moving to the others shoulders and gently taking a hold of a strand of hair, which she merely played with for a moment until she moved her eyes to look into the others again. She was looking back. This was definitely good. "Did I win you over yet?" She dared to ask, laughing gently but not quite pulling her eyes away from Rosie's. "Want to see more?" She moved in a little bit closer and moved her hand to the back of Rosie's head to push her head a little more towards Sierra's. This was turning her on in ways she hadn't experienced in quite a while. This was going to be incredible, she thought.

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She grinned wider at that and moved her hand through Sierra’s hair again. They were standing so close they could almost kiss and she had no idea how she’d got from staring at girls on the dance floor to all of a sudden standing with a girl who was way hotter than any of the ones she’d been watching. There was something about Sierra, something that she couldn’t read, that was thrilling her. Rosie felt observed by those eyes and it was making her so nervous it was almost as if she’d never done this before. She hoped Sierra couldn’t tell, yet simultaneously she wanted her to know what she was doing to Rosie. It wasn’t every day she came across a girl who was so daring, so forward and confident and so damn mysterious without it seeming like she was actually hiding anything.

Her eyes were on Sierra’s lips and she wanted them to kiss hers. It wasn’t that she was desperate, because she had been with multiple girls over the past weeks, but none of them were quite as interesting as Sierra. This girl seemed different and she was beyond curious to find out what it was about her that intrigued her so much.

“We should dance,” she then said, pulling away from the touch, not because she didn’t want to kiss Sierra, because she really did, or because she wanted to stop touching her, but she wanted to feel them dance together before anything happened, just to see how long she could hold off from kissing this girl.

For the first time tonight, Sierra could feel that her smile was absolutely genuine. She wasn't trying anymore at this point, because what had started as something she had just taken to get out of something quite dangerous for her, had now turned into something she actually wanted and might even prefer over the thing she had initially gone for. 

That being said, it wasn't quite often that she enjoyed herself like this when sex was the obvious endgame of the situation. She usually got herself into it quite easily when she wanted it, and then nothing more was asked of everything that came before it. She liked it quick and smooth, like an enjoyable transaction she could simply get out of the morning after, after the excitement had worn off.   But tonight was different. It was more spontaneous and the person she was with-- a girl, for a change-- didn't just look physically pleasing, but she also seemed intelligent and funny. This was still easy, but it was different. The thing that followed after just proved that, because the thing that could have been so easy was just made harder, seemingly just because Rosie... Could. It made her laugh, but not quite obviously. She kept it to herself mostly, and followed the other to dance with her. Was this a test? Did Sierra have to prove that she was worth it? Because she didn't think so. She assumed they were just stalling it, and perhaps Sierra didn't quite mind that. She started to move in front of the other, slowly easing herself into it until Rosie would. Then they could get closer again, which was something Sierra knew she really really wanted at the moment.

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She raised her eyebrows a little, not one hundred percent sure whether she was buying it or not, but she’d definitely go along with it. “I looked like I’d appreciate it?” she questioned, before laughing softly. Her hand moved down slowly until it rested on Sierra’s hip. Her heart was still racing. She hadn’t expected affection like this to come this easy or this quickly.

She was curious to see what kind of girl she’d be in the bedroom, so curious she was determined to not let Sierra go home without her. “So what do you usually do on a night like this?”

She got a little bit closer so her arms wouldn’t get tired and smiled,  thinking about the answer for a little bit. “To be completely honest, I don’t go out alone that often.” Which was true. It wasn’t often that she ended up going somewhere completely alone, unless it was for one of the two reasons she could think of right now. “But, needless to say, you always go somewhere on your own in the hope you will find someting, right? Something quite like this actually.” She moved in even closer after that, but not yet making the next move.

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Sierra definitely wasn’t shy, which was something she was definitely incredibly happy with. She was usually the one making the suggestive moves to pull a girl out of her shell, but this time her confident moves were replied with Sierra’s.

Sierra’s hands on her ass felt good and it instantly had her body reacting to it. Her heart was starting to beat a little faster because of it. She moved her hand to the back of Sierra’s neck, her other hand moving to her waist. She had the feeling this could be a lot of fun, especially as she was being put on the spot to answer her question. “That’s… quite right, yes.” She grinned a little. “What about you then, hm? What made you make the move?”

The question would have made her laugh if that wouldn’t be very inappropriate and require some explanation. She held it in instead, but she was definitely amused in every single way she could think of. The touches were amusing in another way... She wanted more of those. “Interesting question.” She grinned. “That would almost imply I didn’t touch at least a hundred different asses before yours came along.” She finished that sentence with another squeeze, but then she laughed. She was kidding, kind of. There were still a couple of back-pocket phones in her purse.

“You seemed like you could appreciate it, and you looked nice. Definitely made me want to try.”

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That was desperately forward, but she liked that. There was no point in beating around the bush, especially with this all having started with Sierra grabbing her ass. Sex was probably what they were both looking for, so why look further when they had something appropriate in front of them?

“Might be,” she said cheekily, before having another sip of her drink. “I mean, grabbing my ass is a nice start, but it’s not gonna win me over.” She put her drink down on the table beside them and moved a little closer, reaching out to touch Sierra’s hair. She stroked the strands between her fingers before slowly sliding her hand to the girl’s shoulder as an invitation to do a little more.

The outcome of a (surprisingly) failed attempt at stealing couldn’t have landed her a better outcome. She laughed to herself because of it, but that was also partially because of what was happening now. She was being touched. “I don’t think that assgrab won you over, no.” She smirked. “I think my looks did, in combination with my touch.”

Since they were getting physical now, Sierra put her drink down as well and moved both her hands down to Rosie’s ass now. She grinned even more when she felt the phone still sticking out of the back pocket she hadn’t taken it out of. “Isn’t that right?” She asked, taking a hold of her ass a little bit firmer.

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Sierra’s laugh was slightly out of place and she wondered what had made her laugh. There seemed to be so much going on in behind those eyes and it wouldn’t surprise her if Sierra was silently judging her, not necessarily in a bad way, though. Only time would tell what would come from all of this. “I usually come here, unless I go out with straight people,” she said, laughing softly before having a sip from her drink.

“And I usually spend my time with strangers, dancing, chatting, like this,” she said, looking Sierra over. “And I let them take me home with them if they’re good enough,” she added cheekily, keeping her eyes fixed on Sierra’s.

The way Rosie was responding proves that she was interesting and amusing. Even more so, it made Sierra smirk. “Oh, yeah. That’s what we’re going for tonight, too, right?” She grinned. She usually didn’t prefer taking people home as she’d much preferred being taken home, but tonight there was no other option and it felt okay enough to just go for it. Her place was clean, and they didn’t necessarily have to make it to the bedroom. If this was happening, at least. “Glad to know it’s mutual.” She winked quickly, knowing that it was easy for Rosie to have missed it all together.

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Ah, not wanting to get into what was a disappointing career was not an option with this one. “I work part-time, which sometimes turns out to be pretty much full-time, at a supermarket, which really is as shitty as it sounds, and in my free time I’m trying to make it as a theatre reviewer,” she said. “I studied drama and journalism, so combining the two it’s a logical career choice, but maybe not something that would sustain living here,” she said, then shrugged a little. “I don’t know, I’m still in the process of figuring a lot of stuff out. Brighton is really great though, so I’m not too bummed about it.” She then looked up to meet Sierra’s gaze, having noticed how she’d come closer and was starting to check her out, definitely something she liked seeing.

“Do you come here often?”

She noticed the way the other rather wouldn’t answer that question, but she was doing it anyway. Saying something like ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ wouldn’t sound quite right in this situation, probably. Instead of making a remark about it, she smiled. “There’s a lot of people with crappy jobs, so don’t feel too bad about that. I’m sure you’ll land yourself something better at one point.” She replied. “I’ve been to Brighton before and I did like it as much as I can like something that isn’t London.” She laughed. “But you’d also rather live here, right?”

She noticed the change of subject, and that couldn’t help but make her laugh just a little bit. It wasn’t because the subject was changed, but the way in which it was changed. She yet again didn’t say anything about it. Perhaps she could use all this for later. “Sometimes. Is this your London place to go out, or do you just pick at random? Or... what do you usually do when you come here?”

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In a conversation where an ‘ass-grab’ had been the opener, she assumed there was something suggestive to be found in everything they were going to be saying to one another, At least, she definitely wanted there to be. Sierra wasn’t just pretty, but she was sexy too, despite not being able to read her at all. Maybe that just made it better. She always liked a mysterious girl.

Sierra sounded like she had her shit sorted, which she liked the sound of. She almost always ended up going for lost puppies or women who knew exactly what they wanted. She hardly ever found herself with someone in between.

“I’ve got a shitty job down in Brighton, hoping to find something that’ll let me live here in London, though.”

Her own career was disappointing and not something she could really show off with, so she decided to take a sip of her wine before she could start on the details. Her eyes instantly wandered over Sierra’s body and she couldn’t help wondering what she looked like in her underwear. She probably shouldn’t wonder what she looked like naked.

Sierra grinned as she listened to the other. It wasn’t that the mention of the shitty job made her happy, but it did make her feel a little bit more amused that she had just made her order a pretty expensive drink. Maybe she’d make up for it later, if she felt like that was worth it. She hoped it would be. “What kind of shitty shop might that be?” She asked. She had stopped looking around for anything else. Not only because she didn’t want to look suspicious, but also because her interests for the night had obviously shifted. She even stepped a little closer to Rosie to make it clearer. To both Rosie and herself. She was really looking at the other now, but not too obviously, checking her out. “What kind of job are you looking for here?”