Post by Mosrael//Ranna on May 19, 2011 0:13:57 GMT -5
A man wearing a hood pulled low over his face ran out of the nearby building.
Night time, the witching hour.
Behind him the starglow made the words of the building faintly readable. Godric's Hollow Bank. All was quiet, no sound of alarm, no shout from the goblins patrolling the premises. But wait, a light flared, and several goblins poured out of the bank's now-open doors.
The hooded wizard turned and shot several hexes at the goblins. They fell to the ground, dead.
He ran to the outskirts of the village, to where the forest clawed at the open lawn. A smaller shadow detached from the darkness. One side shrouded in shade, the other side visible as a woman wearing a dress and cloak, black hair framing a masked face frozen in an eternal smile of ice.
"I got it," the man sauntered over to her, holding out a cloth bag.
One gloved hand reached out, took the item.
"My payment? I do this job for you, twenty galleons, right?"
A cold voice rasped out of the darkness. "It wasn't a job."
He frowned. "It wasn't? Look lady, if you think you're gonna stiff me-"
"It was an audition." The masked witch's voice, though icy quiet, cut through his protest like a knife through skin. "You were sloppy. And one minute too slow. I told you to do this in thirty minutes. You were back in thirty one minutes."
He gaped at her. "Are you serious? You're crazy lady. Give me my payment or else I'll-" he reached for his wand.
Green light flashed, illuminating the masked woman for a heartbeat. She turned around and walked back into the forest as his body hit the grass with a muffled thump.
Once inside the forest, the woman stopped and untied the bag, reaching in and pulling out a large splinter of a mirror, except unlike regular glass, this shard, about the length of her forearm, did not reflect her masked face.
"Illumina descordo," her breath reached through the mask and fogged the surface of the mirror. Glowing purple circles ringed around it as she examined the artifact, making adjustments to the spellweave occasionally.
Night time, the witching hour.
Behind him the starglow made the words of the building faintly readable. Godric's Hollow Bank. All was quiet, no sound of alarm, no shout from the goblins patrolling the premises. But wait, a light flared, and several goblins poured out of the bank's now-open doors.
The hooded wizard turned and shot several hexes at the goblins. They fell to the ground, dead.
He ran to the outskirts of the village, to where the forest clawed at the open lawn. A smaller shadow detached from the darkness. One side shrouded in shade, the other side visible as a woman wearing a dress and cloak, black hair framing a masked face frozen in an eternal smile of ice.
"I got it," the man sauntered over to her, holding out a cloth bag.
One gloved hand reached out, took the item.
"My payment? I do this job for you, twenty galleons, right?"
A cold voice rasped out of the darkness. "It wasn't a job."
He frowned. "It wasn't? Look lady, if you think you're gonna stiff me-"
"It was an audition." The masked witch's voice, though icy quiet, cut through his protest like a knife through skin. "You were sloppy. And one minute too slow. I told you to do this in thirty minutes. You were back in thirty one minutes."
He gaped at her. "Are you serious? You're crazy lady. Give me my payment or else I'll-" he reached for his wand.
Green light flashed, illuminating the masked woman for a heartbeat. She turned around and walked back into the forest as his body hit the grass with a muffled thump.
Once inside the forest, the woman stopped and untied the bag, reaching in and pulling out a large splinter of a mirror, except unlike regular glass, this shard, about the length of her forearm, did not reflect her masked face.
"Illumina descordo," her breath reached through the mask and fogged the surface of the mirror. Glowing purple circles ringed around it as she examined the artifact, making adjustments to the spellweave occasionally.
