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[25 Jun 2009|07:16pm] |
[A far off distant place]
[After the attacks]
[Pansy]
After the attack on Hannah, her flat and cafe, Anya had been charged with sending up the Dark Mark, something she did with pride. It had been a long while since she had done it. It felt just like old times. But everthing after she sent up the mark was still playing over and over again in her head. She had turned and she had seen fire. And the fire had been coming from a place that she knew.
It had been coming from Don's club.
She had let a scream escape from her lips. She knew she had screamed no. Despite what she had been charged to do, despite what she had just done, that was one thing that would tear her good side to the surface, suffocate the evil in her. She ran towards the burning building, but stopped dead. Pansy. Pansy had done it. The two women stared at each other, but heard footsteps. They both looked over their shoulders then quickly apparated to their designated safe house.
Once they were both inside, Anya ripped her mask and hood off.
"What the bloody hell was that!?" she screamed.
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[08 Jun 2009|08:17pm] |
[The streets]
[ANYONE attn: Don?]
[afternoon]
Playing hooky was fun. Playing hooky after having been playing someone else all morning was even better. Anya was in a playful mood as she walked through the streets. She wasn't at work and she could care less. She stopped for some groceries and after having them sent to her flat continued to walk in the fading sunlight. She was checking out a poster for some even or other when she hear someone walk up behind her. SHe froze, something natural for her and waited to see, friend or foe?
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[20 Apr 2009|10:28pm] |
[Anyone]
[her office in the ministry]
[day after club opening]
Anya poured herself yet another glass of water. Sure she could have taken a hangover cure, but the dull ache behind her eyes reminded her of just how silly she really was. Or at least it was PART of her getting back at the fun she had had the night before. The memos flying in and out of her office were a constant nuicance and she wanted to burn every one of them. Her assistant came in and dropped a large stack of folders on her desk with a lout thud.
"GET OUT!" she roared, then rubbed her temples.
"Bloody hell...I'll never drink again..."
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[07 Apr 2009|05:47pm] |
[Little Italian restaurant]
[Don]
[Evening]
Not quite sure why, Anya changed what she was going to wear about fifty times. She kept telling herself it was just a dinner, just a simple date. But everytime she let herself go, she would look in the mirror and see brown patches of hair peaking through. "Well that certainly wont do.." she said to herself. She concoctated a potion that would calm her nerves and keep her from involuntarily letting her hair change. She didn't want anything to screw this up. She finally settled on a modest little black dress and smiled, satisfied at herself in the mirror. She didn't look liek she was trying too hard, but still looked like a knockout.
She left her flat, prefering to walk to the restaurant to work out a few more of the nerves that were still plauging her. She arrived and asked to be shown to a table, not wanting to wait out in front of everyone, in case he didn't show.
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[05 Mar 2009|11:12pm] |
[Anyone! mayhap Pansy or Donaghan]
[Knockturn Alley]
[Early morning]
The blonde woman would have looked incredibly out of place had her head not been covered. As a blonde, Anya was simply to pure and innocent looking to be in a place like Knockturn. She had come from a meeting with a supplier. She was running low on some necessities that she would need, things that you just couldn't buy in any RESPECTABLE shop.
she stopped to listen, hearing footsteps, but not sure where they were coming from. With her head covered, she could change her hair in an instant, but she had to be wary...
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[13 Jan 2009|07:47pm] |
[Anyone]
[Diagon Alley]
[Evening]
Anya stalked down a back alley off of the main street in Diagon Alley. Her hands were in her pockets, her head down. She knew no one would recognize her, but she walked quietly, just the same. She pushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her eyes, looking up only when she heard children's voices up ahead of her. She ducked into an abandoned shop and stood, waiting to see if anyone had seen her. The children passed by, not noticing her presence.
She took her hands out of her pockets, taking off the gloves on her hands finger by finger. She dropped them on the floor. She took out her wand. "Incendio" she said quietly, the gloves immediately going up in flames.
She took her hair down and concentrated. A moment later she stepped out of the abandonded shop, a new person. She emerged from the alley onto bustling Diagon Alley and walked, a light walk, a fairy walk. She checked from side to side and smiled. No one knew.
No one ever knew.
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