Post by PHOEBE HECATE THORNWALLOW on Nov 12, 2011 21:41:43 GMT -6
[/justify]Swathed in a cloak of darkness, a woman strolled down the alley. With her rather dark and ominous demeanor, Phoebe fit right in with the usual patrons of Knockturn Alley. The dark cloak was rather large and covered more than enough of her to hide her identity. The dark hood flopped over her head and hid a portion of her face in darkness. Like many of the patrons, she also dealt in less than legal materials, and as well as some... unsavoury business. Naturally, this had garnered herself and her sisters quite a reputation with the Ministry. A reputation that rather delighted all of them. The only unfortunate thing was that strolling about in the alley to go out and smell the roses was a rather impossible task now.
Due to the triplets' notoriety, the ability to hide one's identity was of great import. As wanted criminal, it was hardly reasonable to stroll about in a lovely little sundress as she would have liked to do. Tucking a lock of brown curls behind her ears, Phoebe continued down the alleyway until she came to a rather ominous looking door that neither made a particular effort to entice customers nor to hide itself from the public. Entering the dimly lit shop without a care, Phoebe passed the threshold as the door let out a small cling, signaling the arrival of a customer.
Although hearing such a chime might make some criminals nervous, Phoebe hardly batted an eyelash at the sound. The dark-eyed girl passed a lazy eye over the contents of the store including its meager customers and ignored them in favour of more interesting things such as the wares. Glancing over the materials with a critical eye and wary of the usual trappings of Dark items, Phoebe had only want of the best of the best materials. It could be said that the 'soft-hearted' triplet tended to have an expensive taste, especially when it came to her things. It seemed that the witch was simply passing by item by item until she came to a rather nondescript artifact.
However, her enjoyment of her shopping trip was soon ruined when she detected a presence behind her. While the people in this alley tended to be 'her' type of people, one could never be too cautious with folks like these. It was a dangerous world they lived in.
