Post by Kelly Evans on Sept 18, 2009 6:29:28 GMT -5
The shadows of Licentious Lane seemed deeper than normal. The early-autumn night crept by like the splotches of clouds covering the moon, and within the lane a young witch also crept, just as silently. It wasn't a place you were seen in in the daytime, let alone the middle of the night, and there was a heady sense of dark magic filling in the empty spaces between the air she was breathing that made Kelly Evans all that much more afraid. She wasn't meant to be there, she knew that. I should have left it to the Aurors.
The cloak draped about her shoulders, covering the dark wizarding robes over her slim body, the hood pulled up over her now blonde hair, covering her face, screamed that Kelly didn't belong there. It was too covert, too dark, and her affiliation with light seemed to create a pulsing neon halo over her head. Maybe she was paranoid, but maybe she was right to be cautious. There was no denying that to be here was either to get yourself killed or roped into something that made you beg for death. I should have left it to the Aurors, she thought over and over, though the screaming voice inside her head hardly made it any better.
Kelly had promised herself that she would find out what had happened to Queety, and so there she was. In truth, the witch was kidding herself; what did she know about tracking down criminals, trying to get confessions, or even defending herself against them once she found them? She was a Healer, she fixed the people after they'd come across the criminals, tried to get the confessions out of them. Or, though her sense of right and wrong was always called into question, Kelly fixed up the criminals after the Aurors, the people in charge, had finished with them. She had never had so much respect for Hermione as she did in that moment.
Maybe that was why she was so worked up about what had happened, then. Because Queety hadn't gone looking for trouble. She had simply been minding her own business one day, and had attracted the wrong attention. A noise in the shadows behind her made Kelly jump around and the hood fall off her head. Her pale hair and face now showing, the witch couldn't help but point out the irony, that while she was attempting to defend Queety against the criminals and the dark magic, she had turned into the very same person who went looking for trouble.