Post by Harmony Lupin on Aug 26, 2015 22:07:56 GMT -5
Perhaps coming here was a bad idea.
There was a certain malicious undertone to the gazes that followed her dark cloak that moved majestically against the cool winds of late summer, Harmony Lupin keeping her eyes forward as she pressed on through Licentious Lane. She did not dare engage any of the people who watched her on the black market, their cricked smiles and waning sanity being treated like that of a wild animal; just don't look at it and it won't bother you. Yet she couldn't help but judge the people that were around her, ones who allowed themselves to get so controlled by the dark arts that they loved. Harmony was well aware of her own flare and interest in the craft, but over her travels aboard she saw what happened to those who acted upon their interest - it turns into obsession and, eventually, you end up here. Among the bottom feeding, underbelly of society. She liked to think of herself above this, despite the fact she was currently leaving footprints on the damp ground.
Harmony wasn't here for dark arts per say. As a potioneer she experimented with a lot of different ingredients when trying to invent her own potions, and some of the ingredients she needed happened to be .. non-tradable materials. At the moment she was looking for Venomous Tentacula seeds. She tried to smuggle some into London when she came back from Egypt but the Ministry was having none of that. Egypt was much less strict with its goods which made it so easy for the Mihael graduate to do as she pleased when she pleased, but it wasn't the case now that she was back in London. So she kept her eyes on the venders as oppose to the people, despite the fact her light hair caught their attention.
She eventually found a herbology vender who was willing to sell - but it wasn't easy. He thought she was an auror at first, despite the fact that Harmony was positive that not many (if any) law enforcement officials knew where this place was. It was both good and bad; she was able to get what she needed, but it also meant she was unprotected. So after a long and gruelling process (not to mention 300 galleons later) Harmony managed to get her seeds before proceeding to make her way to the exit.
But she didn't get far.
A couple grizzly wizards cut her off, a poisonous smirk looking down at the 24 year old, who was rather tiny in comparison. Instinctively she slipped her hand into her pocket, wrapping it around the handle of her wand.
Give us the seeds.
"Screw you, go buy your own," she snapped in response, her thick brows furrowed as she prepared to draw her wand.
