Dark side or Light (open)

[veela]

Sarah clapped her hands happily. She now has a importent job. She put on a ragity white childrens dress looked in the mirror. She looked her age, ok not her real age her bodys age. She was just so pleased with herself. HER, the one who was always made fun of for this tiny body, got the usefullest job ever because of this tiny body. Putting a white dirty bow in her hair for the last touches. Now she looked like a orphan girl who nededed help. She left her room in a great mood. She would be the purfict spy for the dark just wait till she gets all the praise she will show the fools who made fun of her. Putting on a sad face she though of her sadest time. Sitting on the steps to hogs head she begain to cry. This always happened when she even came close to sad times in her life. Sitting herself there on the dirty steps she cried. This was the best way to get a order member. A young 7 to 8 year old cute girl crying would bring any good and sometimes bad soul to there knees. Pulling her tiny legs to her chest and burying her head in her knees she waited. It was a cold chilly night and this raggidy white dress didnt help her keep warm. After it got so dark she couldnt see anything she almost really did cry. She failed on a great mission! no one had come to get her. Getting up, with cramps in her whole body, when she got up shackinly she only fell for her body wasw numb with waiting. Laying in the dirt she layed there not waiting to go back to see the told you so eyes of the others.

[Cassieopia Thurgoode]

It was cold.

Yes, it was extremely nippy and dark in our now bumbling town of Hogsmeade. Hundreds of Dark cloaks were seen trudging their way through the streets, and the ends of the varied fabric were whipping around at each of their ankles. A street performer was quietly practicing at his carved, wooden flute in the entrance of The Hog’s Head. His beard was long, and his clothes were tattered. And he sneezed a little from the chilled air.
September was quickly passing by it seemed, and Fall was rapidly sticking to the leaves of the nearby Cimarron Ashes, causing them to blush in a terribly bewitching color of Burgandy and Carnelian. Like the past ten or so years, the arms of the trees were beginning to slightly and awkwardly bend inward like a solemn ballerina, rather than spreading their full potential high in the night sky. And today although beautiful, looked like they were positively weeping.

It was a true thing, that Cassieopia terribly worshipped this time of year. Before her quick apparition in the Creature Induced-Injuries floor, which withheld her bedroom, (Better than the artifacts accidents. Furniture is known to explode violently in unplanned events) her heart nearly jumped out of her chest, in pure eager to see the trees at their greatest display of the year. Or in all honesty, any type of nature for that matter. If there was a single, miniscule patch of slightly limp grass in front of her, she would be in the extreme right mind to strip her clothes to the complete bare-butt nude and go rolling in it.
She was already caged once, and being caged again took its toll.

…And yet, on second thought, she would possibly die of a painful cruciatus death, because the man whom is currently walking to the right of her is actually Lucius Malfoy, Or …Even Bellatrix. Bellatrix, the woman whom shared her prison. Her personal hell.
Even though she’s quite dead. Although, they always seem to come back to life, don’t they?
It is truly quite possible. And not only that, but she would die in the complete nude. Who on earth wants to die utterly naked whilst being tortured? It is probably the worst way to go. Body parts flapping everywhere…
Poor Neville.

Why was she thinking of these things? Oh, how she craved something firey to shoot down her gullet.

And it wasn’t like Cassie was on duty. And as you can tell, she had such a fever to live a little.
After all, this slightly plucked chicken finally flew the coop for the day, and gained some trust with her fellow peers. It was time to celebrate. And celebrate alone?
…Yes. Celebrate alone.

Cassie huffed in some of the pure, crisped air. It filled her lungs, and it caused pleasure to shoot through her legs.
A smile played on the corner of her lips.
Oh, what a glorius night.

[Torii Damien]

It seemed that with every day that passed, they got a little colder, a little drearier, a lot more difficult to survive through. That could possibly have something to do with the thousands of Death Eaters, Dementors, and psychotic vampiresses with pointy high heels, but either way, it was driving a certain foxy Animagus to her wit's end. And a crazy Torii is most definitely something to be afraid of.

Features carefully transfigure to give her the appearance of a much taller, thinner, and more angry woman, rough feature resembling everyone's favorite Rita Skeeter, she sat in the Hog's Head with a rather lofty look on her face, gulping down a firewhiskey as if it would be the last drink to ever grace her lips. It quite possibly would be.

She watched with utter boredom as shady characters traipsed in and out of the dismal pub. It was nothing short of an oddity to see someone with a clean conscious walk in here, a completely innocent soul. And as she practically lived in the pub, she would know. Just about every creature that stepped inside the pub had a dark purpose, whether they were assassins for hire, selling dark artifacts, or had no reason but looking for a fight, they had no good intentions. Even Torii, dedicated Order member was guilty. She was being selfish, risking her life and the lives of her friends for alcohol that would kill her if Evangeline or Voldemort didn't get to her first.

Her mind slowly unraveled as one subject lead to another until her mind was floating away thinking about broomsticks and love potions. Ah, the joys of childhood.

Tipping her mug to catch the last droplets of firewhiskey, she wiped her mouth with her hand and let her head fall to the table in a form of impending doom, as the depressing thoughts of how short her life could be seeped into her mind. Every day brought her closer to death, of her position in the war ending. Which is precisely why she tried to drown these horrific thoughts in alcohol. It gave her a sense of false hope, much like house- elf chocolate gave her an aching belly. But it would never be enough.

[veela]

Sarah got up after a while and brushed her dress off though it didn't help. She was bleeding from her leg and when she looked down she saw it was for she had fell on a piece of glass. Searching for a wand and not finding it she remembered kids couldn't have one at 8. Grumbling she remembered leaving it on the bedside table. Pouting, for that was all she could think to do, she got up and began to walk but when she started to feel the pain and the blood gushing out of the wound annoyed her she hobbled back to hogs head. Maybe they had water she could clean the wound with and she could just rip a piece from the dress for a Band-Aid. At times like this she wished she had wandless magic, but she was always never good at it.

She felt eyes on her when she walked in and put on a childlike face instead of the pained face she had. Walking to the bar she asked if they had any water. She felt peoples hands brush her from behind and moved closer to the counter. Her veela made her even more easy for targets of rape.Hoping on a chair she waited to get that water. She never looked up from the ground, for you never know what will happen if you do. When she got that water she stretched her leg out and poured it on the dark wound. Ripping her sleeve she wrapped the dirty cloth around the wound tightly gasping as it stung.
Hoping down ready to leave she felt hands on her.
"What's a little lady like you doing her?" Asked one of the slurred voices and she knew they were drunk. From her look at the ground she saw 4 pairs of feet so there was four men. She didn't answer the man. She was slapped.
"He asked you a question!" yelled the one. Biting back a smart comment i turned to leave. I heard a growl and felt myself being pulled over a shoulder.
"Don't walk away from me!" She really missed her wand but if she did anything at this time in a public place she could never come here again. Struggling to get loose the men walked her through the door saying,
"You need to learn respect!"