Sneaking about [Omi-sickle/OPEN]

[julia]

It had been a while since Julia had been out. After her ordeal at Hogwarts she'd taken time to relax, heal, and prepare herself to go out and do what she could to take down the Dark Lord. Her work so far had mainly been through her visions, through interpreting them and trying to get some idea of what the future held for the Order. She was sure that was what Voldemort's Seers were doing, and though she knew she couldn't force a vision she found herself doing all she could to encourage them.

She was feeling much better, and she needed a few things from a shop, so she decided to head out to Knockturn. After getting another bandage applied to the healing wound on her neck, Julia threw together an outfit that didn't scream that she didn't belong, wrapped a black cloak around herself, and threw up the hood. Apparation wasn't an option, she hadn't been using her wand if she didn't have to. Who knew what Voldemort was tracking these days? The last thing she needed was to be caught because she was lazy and didn't feel like walking somewhere. The wand was still up her sleeve, ready to come out should the need to defend arise.

Even as she moved through the crowds, the young witch felt as if she was being watched and followed, like someone was just waiting to pounce and drag her off to be tortured. A shake of her head drove that feeling away for a moment, but it returned as soon as she moved again. It was ridiculous, they would have to be tracking her somehow. While the Death Eaters had the Desmodus on their side, Julia wasn't sure that they were good enough to notice her among the various people in the crowd, unless it was a vampire who knew her or something of the sort. And if it had been Evangeline, she would have struck already.

[Zephyra Stark]

The moon was waning gibbous.


Tonight, she knew it. Our wolf could feel it in the marrows of her bones. It was almost as if they were in perfect sync, the way the moon and Zephyra communicated. The feeling was a sudden jolt to the heart, as if it was tugging her sleeve to remind her she was alive.
Zep absentmindedly touched the part of her scar that was placed below her eye, and solemnly smirked. Yes, Waning Gibbous. It meant in a Day or two she was going to turn… And feast. Oh, yes. Feast to her heart’s content. Her stomach flipped angrily in hunger. A month with little food is like an infected wound waiting to be scratched. It drives you crazy, but no matter what you cant itch or the infection will spread…
Or something like it, anyways.
She cursed her Dark Lord for such a fast, but loved him tenderly when her belly was close to bursting at that now one precious night of the month.
Oh… Food, Food, Food…

“Cauldron Cake, for the lovely lady?” A street vendor with an outrageous black, and peacock feathered hat called out, as Phyra slowly made her way through the now uplifting Knockturn Alley. Her black robes billowing and yet engulfing her torso, the only thing that showed was a mess of green-bagged pants that met only to her mid-calf, and army boots resumed to take over the rest of her leg, ankles, and feet. Blonde and black hair was whipping behind her, in her calm strides.
Now, Zephyra has always hated cauldron cakes. Always. There wasn’t a time in her life when she liked them… Well, since she could remember. And there will never ever be a time to come when she savors them as well. She recalls their soft texture as a moist, lovely thing. But, the taste of this confusing cake reminded her of tar. At every sniff of such a ‘wizard’s delicacy’, her nose involuntarily ruffles. But at this vendor’s call, her stomach growled enormously. Her body was hardly cooperating with her at the moment.

But… The cake was so close! And in her pockets were—

Starke stopped in mid-drool.
A passerby in the street would think she had gone to stone, unless they were looking right at the middle of her face, where her nostrils lay. They were twitching back in forth.

Vampire?

She smelled blood. Yes, blood. And venom too! But in the daylight? Was it possible?
No. Never!
The wolf whisked around. Her eyes darted into the general area where the scent first trailed into her nostril. To find a Vampire that can lurk in the daylight means… Rewards. Evangeline would be more than estatic. And The Dark Lord would be more than happy do give a treat to a dog that whipped up a new trick, right?
Right.

It would be an hour or two, that she lurked behind her target.


((OoC; Woo! That was an awkward post! xDD Sorry. I wrote this really late.))

[julia]

Her needed store was approaching quickly, and the crowd was beginning to thin a bit. It was a lesser known shop, more dedicated to Divination than anything else. Julia had to admit she was quite glad that they hadn't closed down yet, that the Death Eaters hadn't just blasted the place to bits yet. She knew for a fact that the people who ran the shop weren't the strongest supporters of Voldemort, but they rarely voiced their opinions.

Breaking away from the crowd, Julia made her way into the shop, not taking her hood off until the door closed behind her. Letting out a sigh of relief, the young witch moved among the items, looking at the crystal balls with a smirk. She didn't need another one, but she just felt so much better around them. A noise made her spin, her wand dropping into her hand as she moved to look at the source. Nothing more than the cat the old couple who ran the shop kept. She let out another sigh, giving the cat a few strokes before starting to pick up the actual items she needed, no doubt one of the pair would be out soon to see who was around.

Her total purchase consisted of some more dream charts, a new pack of tarot cards, and just a few nick-nacks that she had found interesting. After a light conversation, it was easily time to go. Maybe whoever had been following her had lost interest by now, if there had even been someone following her. But after being picked up by the Order, everything was a bit more dangerous, and therefore Julia was always a bit more paranoid. She moved back into the crowd, shoving her way through as much as she could while keeping a low profile.

She turned down a small alley between shops, trying her best to not look suspicious. There were still a few people in these side streets, and Julia swore she was still being followed. Julia snuck a glance behind her, taking note of the few people back there. Was it just her or was one of them watching her? The paranoia was building, and Julia was starting to panic. She moved quickly, winding through small passages before she came to one that was a dead end. Still unable to shake the feeling she was being followed, Julia pulled out her wand and spun to face the direction she came, her wand hand coming up to aim at whatever was behind her and shoot off a quick body-binding curse.

((This was a horrible post, sorry.))[/size]