Post by Kelly Evans on May 20, 2010 6:38:05 GMT -5
She couldn't sit around and just doctor wounds anymore. She had passed the point of no return when she'd woken up to find that her nightmares had crossed over into reality. It was personal now. So many people she loved left her. Without a backwards look, without a parting goodbye, without a last kiss she could look back on fondly, they left her to stumble blindly through the dark, without even the gentle embrace of memory. She couldn't sit around and wait for another person she loved to be hurt. She couldn't be patient and act like the pretty face the injured woke up to. Not anymore.
Kelly had learnt a long time ago that if you couldn't beat the enemy, you had to play their game better than they did. She wasn't content to watch as the Ministry of Magic ambled about, following their rules and regulations, trying to put a stop to so much pain. There were plenty of people she could have gone to for help. Nathan, Hermione, Straw. Cole would even have come back, if she so asked. But they all had one thing in common: they were much too morally bound to the rules and regulations than Kelly needed. Without much else choice, and despite her own rational misgivings, Kelly instead sought out the only person she could think of who would help her. Not to help her, mind: to get even with his own demons.
Because she knew he had them, of course. She wasn't just a pretty face, after all.
So, dressed in the tight pencil-line skirt she wore to work, with a red blouse and black high-heeled shoes, a black travelling cloak thrown over the top to offer some semblance of disguise, Kelly stormed down Licentious Lane, seeking out Sebastién de La Pérouse. She knew it was stupid, and dangerous, and if Jacques had any idea who she was, he would have been the first person to talk her out of it. But he didn't have any idea of who she was, and that was the very point. She was brimming with clichés, but there was no room for the nice witch act anymore. She was past nice, and polite, and she'd moved straight into manipulating. Essentially, she was Sebastién, with breasts. And she wasn't above using them anymore, either.
" Sebastién!" she called to the dark shadows, her heart pounding in her chest despite herself. "I swear to Merlin, I will stand in this alley and scream your name until you come out here and talk to me!" Kelly's dark eyes, adjusted now to the dim lighting spilling into the Lane from a building that looked much worse in quality than the Hogs Head ever did, stared down the cracked, cobblestone streets, unflinching. "I mean it, Sebastién. And if I die waiting for you, I will haunt your manipulative, conniving arse until the end of time."
