RetroWitchcraft
Star
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2011
- Location
- The Basement
Roslyn knew that this trip was particularly dangerous. Travelling anywhere that was considered wizard territory was bad enough when you had a bounty on your head, going into a rather heavily populated and popular place was quite a different story. There was something to the thrill of it that she could not deny and, in very horrible judgment, she had insisted that she go that one alone. It would look odd for several people to be walking around in hoods huddling together at any rate and really she had come to have a taste for precarious situations.
Simply it was not enough that she was the spearhead of the Neo Order. Roslyn Magdala Devan had to be in the middle of the action as well.
Quietly she managed her way through the crowds in Diagon Alley. The place had changed since she had been in school. The brick wall that had separated the muggle world and the magical one had been obliterated. Death Eaters saw to that almost immediately. There was little doubt that this was to happen and, the wizarding world still reeling from the defeat of Harry Potter, offered little resistance to it. Enslavement of the non magical folk happened almost immediately. Those who were not killed were made into pets and treated worse than the common house elf. From England on, that sort of domination swept through the whole of Europe. Mudbloods were offered the same fate however, grotesquely enough, they were also used for breeding. A waste of magical blood, no matter how dirty, was still a waste and through enough generations that which was dirty could be cleansed. Looking about you could tell who was the servant and who were the purebloods. It made her stomach churn.
Many of the stores had been bordered up or turned into shops that catered to the dark arts. From many windows creatures of a horrible nature leered at her as she passed. Objects whispered to her from behind the windows. Her fingers pulsed and she fought the urge to go into that store and completely destroy everything. It was not unlike her to do something like that for a bit of fun but she had something else to think about.
Herbs. Their garden was between seasons and they needed ingredients for potions that would help them with their goals in the up and coming months. Not only that but there were just plants that could not be grown by conventional methods.
She pulled her hood tighter around her face, hoping to hide her pale skin. Due to the nature of her life, most of her time was spent in the dark or the night. She had become quite vampire-like in her appearance and that light color really stood out. All of her hair was tucked away carefully. Again it was a red color that garnered much attention and curly and long. Tight leather pants tapered into brown boots. A dagger was strapped to her ankle and a backup wand, one she nicked off of a now dead Death Eater, was tied to her thigh. A long, raggedy cloak hung from her. What she looked like was a rouge witch hunter; a paid goon of the Dark Lord.
Simply it was not enough that she was the spearhead of the Neo Order. Roslyn Magdala Devan had to be in the middle of the action as well.
Quietly she managed her way through the crowds in Diagon Alley. The place had changed since she had been in school. The brick wall that had separated the muggle world and the magical one had been obliterated. Death Eaters saw to that almost immediately. There was little doubt that this was to happen and, the wizarding world still reeling from the defeat of Harry Potter, offered little resistance to it. Enslavement of the non magical folk happened almost immediately. Those who were not killed were made into pets and treated worse than the common house elf. From England on, that sort of domination swept through the whole of Europe. Mudbloods were offered the same fate however, grotesquely enough, they were also used for breeding. A waste of magical blood, no matter how dirty, was still a waste and through enough generations that which was dirty could be cleansed. Looking about you could tell who was the servant and who were the purebloods. It made her stomach churn.
Many of the stores had been bordered up or turned into shops that catered to the dark arts. From many windows creatures of a horrible nature leered at her as she passed. Objects whispered to her from behind the windows. Her fingers pulsed and she fought the urge to go into that store and completely destroy everything. It was not unlike her to do something like that for a bit of fun but she had something else to think about.
Herbs. Their garden was between seasons and they needed ingredients for potions that would help them with their goals in the up and coming months. Not only that but there were just plants that could not be grown by conventional methods.
She pulled her hood tighter around her face, hoping to hide her pale skin. Due to the nature of her life, most of her time was spent in the dark or the night. She had become quite vampire-like in her appearance and that light color really stood out. All of her hair was tucked away carefully. Again it was a red color that garnered much attention and curly and long. Tight leather pants tapered into brown boots. A dagger was strapped to her ankle and a backup wand, one she nicked off of a now dead Death Eater, was tied to her thigh. A long, raggedy cloak hung from her. What she looked like was a rouge witch hunter; a paid goon of the Dark Lord.
