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The door to this eerie shop is shaped like a large black casket. As you open the lid and walk through, the red velvet covered walls and wrought iron candelabras feel warm but somewhat creepy. Here is where a dark wizard will find everything he will need for all his necromancy needs.

Next door you'll find Borgin and Burkes and you can exit the Coffin House onto the lower level of Knockturn Alley

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Damian knew very well that is was not a good idea to come here. Even her owl made a nervous sound.
"This is no good place, people will think you're up to no good" she still could recall the words she heard from an old lady that stopped her on the way. But Damian couldn't stop. She HAD to go here.
She had no intention to buy anything or even talk to anyone here. Just to walk those steps, touch the door and enter the place. Place where her grandmother once sold her locket. Damian knew it wasn't here anymore. No one knew where it was now. But she just had to take a look at where she comes from. What are these dark things that people are so afraid of. What made them so terrified of Voldemort back when he was alive.
She didn't know if it was a good idea to enter the place with an owl but it was already done. And so far nothing bad has happened.
"I'll just take a quick look and leave" she whispered to herself, her voice a little shaky. She took a deep breath and tried to look as relaxed as possible. "It's now or never"
She took a few more steps inside the room. It was quite. Surprisingly quiet. She could hear her own steps. It seemed like no one was in the Coffin House but her.
Damian quickly looked around. A lot of necromancy stuff. She was all for curses that won't knock back on her door but necromancy was just something she wished wouldn't exist. She just couldn't understand. Voldemort was resurrected - when she thought about him, it didn't seem so weird. Maybe those who resurrect their own blood don't feel weird as well. She couldn't think about it. It still was weird to walk up to people, marked as his daughter and expect to be safe from curses.
"That's enough" Damian said to herself, face full of pain. She wasn't concerned about being careful anymore. She turned around and almost ran out of the Coffin House. Doors slammed behind her. Yet she still carried the cage in her hand with care. Her other free hand was shaking. She didn't know if she'll be back. She WAS evil... but it just felt wrong. Too painful to go down memory lane.
"What is dead should stay dead" she whispered to the hollow in her heart.
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Damian knew very well that is was not a good idea to come here. Even her owl made a nervous sound.
"This is no good place, people will think you're up to no good" she still could recall the words she heard from an old lady that stopped her on the way. But Damian couldn't stop. She HAD to go here.
She had no intention to buy anything or even talk to anyone here. Just to walk those steps, touch the door and enter the place. Place where her grandmother once sold her locket. Damian knew it wasn't here anymore. No one knew where it was now. But she just had to take a look at where she comes from. What are these dark things that people are so afraid of. What made them so terrified of Voldemort back when he was alive.
She didn't know if it was a good idea to enter the place with an owl but it was already done. And so far nothing bad has happened.
"I'll just take a quick look and leave" she whispered to herself, her voice a little shaky. She took a deep breath and tried to look as relaxed as possible. "It's now or never"
She took a few more steps inside the room. It was quite. Surprisingly quiet. She could hear her own steps. It seemed like no one was in the Coffin House but her.
Damian quickly looked around. A lot of necromancy stuff. She was all for curses that won't knock back on her door but necromancy was just something she wished wouldn't exist. She just couldn't understand. Voldemort was resurrected - when she thought about him, it didn't seem so weird. Maybe those who resurrect their own blood don't feel weird as well. She couldn't think about it. It still was weird to walk up to people, marked as his daughter and expect to be safe from curses.
"That's enough" Damian said to herself, face full of pain. She wasn't concerned about being careful anymore. She turned around and almost ran out of the Coffin House. Doors slammed behind her. Yet she still carried the cage in her hand with care. Her other free hand was shaking. She didn't know if she'll be back. She WAS evil... but it just felt wrong. Too painful to go down memory lane.
"What is dead should stay dead" she whispered to the hollow in her heart.
From out in the dark alley, a tall, slender woman cut through the dim light, with no doubt in her mind where she was going. There was nothing especially odd about this woman, compared to the other strange people in the alley, except that her eyes shone a bright yellow-green, a piercing stare from out of her narrow eyes. These eyes shifted from side to side every thirty seconds or so, not unlike a cat. Her hips kept perfect time with her stride, three inch stiletto heels stabbing against the cobblestones.

The pale woman had short, tufted black hair that stuck up in all directions. Her cloak, hood down, was thick, but light, brown fur that reached her calves. The boots were put on over dark venim* jeans that matched neatly with a black-purple longsleeved tee. As she reached the doorway to The Coffin House, a small girl, no more than twelve, came dashing out.

Reacting quickly, the woman lunged after the girl, clutching one bony hand around the girl's wrist, holding her firmly in place. The woman had her left foot extended, holding open the door of the shop, in case this needed to be taken inside...
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From out in the dark alley, a tall, slender woman cut through the dim light, with no doubt in her mind where she was going. There was nothing especially odd about this woman, compared to the other strange people in the alley, except that her eyes shone a bright yellow-green, a piercing stare from out of her narrow eyes. These eyes shifted from side to side every thirty seconds or so, not unlike a cat. Her hips kept perfect time with her stride, three inch stiletto heels stabbing against the cobblestones.

The pale woman had short, tufted black hair that stuck up in all directions. Her cloak, hood down, was thick, but light, brown fur that reached her calves. The boots were put on over dark venim* jeans that matched neatly with a black-purple longsleeved tee. As she reached the doorway to The Coffin House, a small girl, no more than twelve, came dashing out.

Reacting quickly, the woman lunged after the girl, clutching one bony hand around the girl's wrist, holding her firmly in place. The woman had her left foot extended, holding open the door of the shop, in case this needed to be taken inside...
Damian was too emotional to be surprised at the same time. As she locked the owl's cage in one hand, desperately trying to protect the bird from whoever was holding her, she knew she had to think something up. And fast.
She turned her head to face a tall pale woman. For a moment she froze, not knowing what to expect next.
"I'm sorry... I... I was lost... I'm looking for... Owl Post Office..." Damian froze to examine woman's face. Damian looked straight into her eyes without blinking. Manipulating was one of her naturally given talents.
She felt the woman's grasp on her hand. Damian was running out of time to make her excuse believable.
"As you can see I ran out of the store immediately when I saw what it had in it..." she tried to reflect the woman's face to make herself look more appealing and likable. It was hard for her not to smile. Every time she did something like that, it made her awkwardly smile.
If her father would have succeeded in his plan, she wouldn't have to be scared to be caught in these streets, but then again - if he would have succeeded there would be no Hogwarts.
She didn't want to make fast moves. As she waited for a reaction from the woman, she realized that she'll want to go back here again. And once she'll have an access to some spells she won't have to sneak around anymore...
A wicked spark was gracing Damian's eyes.

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"Who dares disturbs my slumber!" a voice came from a wall... Floating through Demian Andromalius, the ghost who haunts the store came through the stone walls. "Oh..." he said disgusted, "a child... how... quaint... Be sure to stop by the starry prophesier." He said admiring himself in the mirror on the wall, "I hear the Hag has been hungry..."
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Damian was too emotional to be surprised at the same time. As she locked the owl's cage in one hand, desperately trying to protect the bird from whoever was holding her, she knew she had to think something up. And fast.
She turned her head to face a tall pale woman. For a moment she froze, not knowing what to expect next.
"I'm sorry... I... I was lost... I'm looking for... Owl Post Office..." Damian froze to examine woman's face. Damian looked straight into her eyes without blinking. Manipulating was one of her naturally given talents.
She felt the woman's grasp on her hand. Damian was running out of time to make her excuse believable.
"As you can see I ran out of the store immediately when I saw what it had in it..." she tried to reflect the woman's face to make herself look more appealing and likable. It was hard for her not to smile. Every time she did something like that, it made her awkwardly smile.
If her father would have succeeded in his plan, she wouldn't have to be scared to be caught in these streets, but then again - if he would have succeeded there would be no Hogwarts.
She didn't want to make fast moves. As she waited for a reaction from the woman, she realized that she'll want to go back here again. And once she'll have an access to some spells she won't have to sneak around anymore...
A wicked spark was gracing Damian's eyes.
The woman raised an eyebrow, but no other part of her face showed anything other than the harsh look she usually had. Lost? Pfft. No child ever got "lost" and ended up in Knockturn Alley. No, the only thing lost was reason. Children often overlook the terrible stories of Knockturn alley, ignore the warnings, and think they can get the better of the place.

And now, it seemed, the child was trying to stare her down. After looking her up and down a few times, the woman stared back with her piercing green eyes. And, after trying to explain away her actions, she noticed a glint of mischief, or otherwise of pleasure, in the little girl's eyes.

"What is your name?", she finally asked in a low voice, still clutched to the girl's arm. She knew that if she could get the girl out of here without any trouble, it would be grand, but there were only so many ways do do it, and none of them were good ideas. Perhaps it wasn't possible...


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"Who dares disturbs my slumber!" a voice came from a wall... Floating through Demian Andromalius, the ghost who haunts the store came through the stone walls. "Oh..." he said disgusted, "a child... how... quaint... Be sure to stop by the starry prophesier." He said admiring himself in the mirror on the wall, "I hear the Hag has been hungry..."
Then the pale woman turned, still holding the girl, to see Demian Andromalius; A ghost she had encountered once or twice before. "Mister Andromalius, sir, please accept my deepest apologies," she crooned, looking back to the girl "I was simply on my way to this fine establishment, when, lo and behold, this little girl comes dashing out! And I think to myself, 'How odd that she's down here all alone...'"

She turned back to Demian, who was gazing into the dusty mirror, "Had I remembered your distaste for such ruckus, I would have kept her in the alley."
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The woman raised an eyebrow, but no other part of her face showed anything other than the harsh look she usually had. Lost? Pfft. No child ever got "lost" and ended up in Knockturn Alley. No, the only thing lost was reason. Children often overlook the terrible stories of Knockturn alley, ignore the warnings, and think they can get the better of the place.

And now, it seemed, the child was trying to stare her down. After looking her up and down a few times, the woman stared back with her piercing green eyes. And, after trying to explain away her actions, she noticed a glint of mischief, or otherwise of pleasure, in the little girl's eyes.

"What is your name?", she finally asked in a low voice, still clutched to the girl's arm. She knew that if she could get the girl out of here without any trouble, it would be grand, but there were only so many ways do do it, and none of them were good ideas. Perhaps it wasn't possible...




Then the pale woman turned, still holding the girl, to see Demian Andromalius; A ghost she had encountered once or twice before. "Mister Andromalius, sir, please accept my deepest apologies," she crooned, looking back to the girl "I was simply on my way to this fine establishment, when, lo and behold, this little girl comes dashing out! And I think to myself, 'How odd that she's down here all alone...'"

She turned back to Demian, who was gazing into the dusty mirror, "Had I remembered your distaste for such ruckus, I would have kept her in the alley."
Damian dropped her mask. The smile in her eyes now was reflected in her face as well.
"Damian" she replied to the woman. "Slytherin" the last word she spoke out slowly, tasting every letter of it.
She turned to face the ghost and smiled at him. "Damien Andromalius, huh?" she thought to herself. She'd never seen a ghost before. Damian always imagined it to be a bright pale light without any particular form, but she never expected a ghost to be attractive, in an awkward way.
Damian turned her head to face the woman again. She couldn't read her face. For the first time, her compulsion didn't work.
"Damn it..." a wave of rage came across her face. But then she realized something. If the woman would have wanted to do something to her, she would have done it by now. The door to The Coffin House was right next to them. She could have taken her in and cursed her by now. Then again, maybe Damian shouldn't have told her that she's related to Salazar.
Damian notice how the woman looked at her. "I'm sixteen..." she said quietly. Damian didn't know why it was important for her to point that out, but she was getting tired sometimes that she was taken for 12 years old child just because she wasn't that high.
Damian felt silly for a moment for pointing her age out. She already dropped her mask, why not give the actual reason for her being in Knockturn Alley...
Damian looked in the woman's eyes once more, this time with her real - thinking and slightly evil - face expression.
"I was here because..." she didn't know how to put this right. "My father was once here. And his mother was here. This place used to have a lot of my family related stuff. Like the Slytherin locket. I was blindly hoping to walk in and see it, even though I realize it's gone. Lost would be the right word, I suppose. I saw my father only right before he was killed. More like... destroyed..."
Damian took a deep breath but didn't continue. She didn't know how to continue.
She turned her face away from the woman's eyes. She didn't want her to see any pain or ghostly tears. She really wasn't a child.
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Damian dropped her mask. The smile in her eyes now was reflected in her face as well.
"Damian" she replied to the woman. "Slytherin" the last word she spoke out slowly, tasting every letter of it.
She turned to face the ghost and smiled at him. "Damien Andromalius, huh?" she thought to herself. She'd never seen a ghost before. Damian always imagined it to be a bright pale light without any particular form, but she never expected a ghost to be attractive, in an awkward way.
Damian turned her head to face the woman again. She couldn't read her face. For the first time, her compulsion didn't work.
"Damn it..." a wave of rage came across her face. But then she realized something. If the woman would have wanted to do something to her, she would have done it by now. The door to The Coffin House was right next to them. She could have taken her in and cursed her by now. Then again, maybe Damian shouldn't have told her that she's related to Salazar.
Damian notice how the woman looked at her. "I'm sixteen..." she said quietly. Damian didn't know why it was important for her to point that out, but she was getting tired sometimes that she was taken for 12 years old child just because she wasn't that high.
Damian felt silly for a moment for pointing her age out. She already dropped her mask, why not give the actual reason for her being in Knockturn Alley...
Damian looked in the woman's eyes once more, this time with her real - thinking and slightly evil - face expression.
"I was here because..." she didn't know how to put this right. "My father was once here. And his mother was here. This place used to have a lot of my family related stuff. Like the Slytherin locket. I was blindly hoping to walk in and see it, even though I realize it's gone. Lost would be the right word, I suppose. I saw my father only right before he was killed. More like... destroyed..."
Damian took a deep breath but didn't continue. She didn't know how to continue.
She turned her face away from the woman's eyes. She didn't want her to see any pain or ghostly tears. She really wasn't a child.
The woman didn't react while the girl was speaking, merely blinked. Damian Slytherin. Was this some kind of joke? And then the sob story, puh-lease. Of course, this girl of sixteen--something that thuroughly surprised her--was unlikely to be lying, as she was rather good at detecting liars. But in that case, it was just as foolish to tell the truth in Knockturn Alley. Kind of a catch twenty-two.

But at the end of the story, she gave a tiny laugh, straightening up--not letting go still. "My dear, if you're telling the truth, then perhaps I should give you a news flash. That locket of which you speak is long, long gone and destroyed. And even if it isn't, thousands of witches and wizards are still, at this moment, bent on finding some trace of it. If it were anywhere near here, how on earth would you have made it this far?"

Then she looked back to the ghost, "Did you hear that, Demian? This is Damian Slytherin," she said. If it was a lie, then it was a grave mistake to say such a thing. If it was the truth... It still would've been a mistake. "Isn't that something?"
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The woman didn't react while the girl was speaking, merely blinked. Damian Slytherin. Was this some kind of joke? And then the sob story, puh-lease. Of course, this girl of sixteen--something that thuroughly surprised her--was unlikely to be lying, as she was rather good at detecting liars. But in that case, it was just as foolish to tell the truth in Knockturn Alley. Kind of a catch twenty-two.

But at the end of the story, she gave a tiny laugh, straightening up--not letting go still. "My dear, if you're telling the truth, then perhaps I should give you a news flash. That locket of which you speak is long, long gone and destroyed. And even if it isn't, thousands of witches and wizards are still, at this moment, bent on finding some trace of it. If it were anywhere near here, how on earth would you have made it this far?"

Then she looked back to the ghost, "Did you hear that, Demian? This is Damian Slytherin," she said. If it was a lie, then it was a grave mistake to say such a thing. If it was the truth... It still would've been a mistake. "Isn't that something?"
Another wave of rage crossed Damian's face. She knew what she was about to do was the most insane thing at the moment. Even suicide.
Damian used all force she had to pull her hand out of the woman's grab and pulled up her sleeve fighting the cape that blocked her action.
Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She was a shake away from taking out her wand and casting the petrifying curse at everyone who'd block her way.
She was desperate. She wanted her father back. His fearsome persona.
Damian pulled the cape off her hand and pulled the sleeve higher. She turned her hand so that only the woman would see what was on it.
While she held her hand, fighting the shaking of her body in anger and desperation, the last memory came back to her mind.
The last memory she had about her father. A memory of the dungeons she was locked in after Death Eaters found her. Her white shirt was all bloody. Some blood was also in her hair, face. On her hands. Blood marks on the ground where she was lying. She was tortured for three days, her mind was examined from all ways possible to find out if she really was His daughter. The last torture made Death Eaters froze in surprise. And then he arrived. Voldemort Himself. "Enough! he'd shouted as everyone scattered in the corners. He was walking slowly. Damian still could recall every single step he made towards her - every slow, painful step he made while almost out of all his strength. She never knew him but it was hard enough to watch someone so powerful and feared to be so weak and vulnerable at the same time. He was only a step away from her when he looked in Damian's eyes, reading her soul and thoughts at the same time. "Leave!" He shouted again as everyone rushed towards the exit from dungeons. He looked in Damian's eyes once again. But this time different. He wasn't He-Who's-Must-Not-Be-Named anymore. There was a sparkle of curiousness and a father being born somewhere deep down in what was left of this wizard. He said one thing, and one thing only, "Now in case I die, I can do it knowing that my blood will keep boiling in you who, I'm sure, will do the right thing." Then he took out his wand, gently holding it in his long fingers and stared at it for a moment. He grabbed Damian's hand and placed the tip of his wand on her wrist. It dented painfully in her veins. She could feel something coming out of it and piercing her veins. But she did not dare to even make a slightest sound. When he took the wand away from her hand he took off one of his rings and placed it on her finger. "You'll soon discover... it" he smirked with mystery in his eyes.
Now Damian was holding her hand so that the snake coming out of the skull on her wrist could be seen only by the woman, a ring on her middle finger was also still there. No matter how insane she was now, the only thing she knew - no one is able to take the ring off. A Dark wizard tried it once but it hit him back with a curse to death.

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"WILL YOU JUST. STOP. TALKING!" The ghost said irritated. "My name is Demian, child, Demian as in DEMON." He said menacingly. "Just purchase what you need and LEAVE this place. A man as handsome as myself needs his beauty sleep." He said fixing his hair in the mirror. "And I will not lose my looks over a bratty child, and her ugly captor."
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"WILL YOU JUST. STOP. TALKING!" The ghost said irritated. "My name is Demian, child, Demian as in DEMON." He said menacingly. "Just purchase what you need and LEAVE this place. A man as handsome as myself needs his beauty sleep." He said fixing his hair in the mirror. "And I will not lose my looks over a bratty child, and he ugly captor."
Immediately after the girl wrenched from her grip, the woman looked to Mister Andromalius with no expression other than that between annoyance, contempt, and the look you get when you need to decide between two priorities.

"Then, by all means, Demian, get your rest."

With a short nod of her head, so short it possibly wasn't a nod, she let the door close, and moved into the Alley, turning again to face the girl.
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Immediately after the girl wrenched from her grip, the woman looked to Mister Andromalius with no expression other than that between annoyance, contempt, and the look you get when you need to decide between two priorities.

"Then, by all means, Demian, get your rest."

With a short nod of her head, so short it possibly wasn't a nod, she let the door close, and moved into the Alley, turning again to face the girl.
"You have no say over what I do or don't do." He said flipping his hair. Demian was very very VERY vain. "Just... get on with your... shopping." He said looking at her. "What is it you want to purchase from here anyway?"
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Crap. Willow looked up to find herself on the floor in a what seemed to be a giant luxury coffin. Williw looked over her shoulder at the half open door. She had tripped on her cloak and fallen in to what seemed like a giant luxury coffin. "Er...sorry to interrupt...I'll just er... go now."
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Crap. Willow looked up to find herself on the floor in a what seemed to be a giant luxury coffin. Williw looked over her shoulder at the half open door. She had tripped on her cloak and fallen in to what seemed like a giant luxury coffin. "Er...sorry to interrupt...I'll just er... go now."
Why was an 11 year old child in his homeshop! "Get out! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!" If this girl didn't leave Knockturn Alley right, he was going to get the hag and have her eat the kid!
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Crap. Willow looked up to find herself on the floor in a what seemed to be a giant luxury coffin. Williw looked over her shoulder at the half open door. She had tripped on her cloak and fallen in to what seemed like a giant luxury coffin. "Er...sorry to interrupt...I'll just er... go now."
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Why was an 11 year old child in his homeshop! "Get out! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!" If this girl didn't leave Knockturn Alley right, he was going to get the hag and have her eat the kid!
Medea walked into the store just as the ghost was screaming at a young child to leave. Medea hated a lot of things, but children were not one of them. In fact it was the only thing she felt soft towards. The woman dressed in mostly dark maroon nodded respectively to the ghost.... errr shopkeep.

The dark haired woman slipped her cloak off her head and strode swiftly over to the child. Stooping to her level she spoke softly, "My dear, are you ok? You must be lost. Standing she placed a hand on the little girl's back trying to delicately get her to leave the shop. "Do you know how to get to Diagon Alley love?"

Medea hoped this child wouldn’t take up too much of her time; she needed desperately to purchase a few items.
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Willow's face flushed as red as her hair. "I am NOT eleven! I am TWELVE. Got that? I've been putting up with everyones crap all day, so I don't need yours too. Now I will NOT leave until you ask NICELY!" Willow was panting from roaring so loud but didn't care. She knew she sounded babyish but it was all true.
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"You have no say over what I do or don't do." He said flipping his hair. Demian was very very VERY vain. "Just... get on with your... shopping." He said looking at her. "What is it you want to purchase from here anyway?"
She turned back into the shop, "Yes, sir," she said, knowing good and well it was fruitless to argue with Demian. "Everyone knows supplies from the Coffin House are of highest quality--I came for candles and White Snakeroot, Mister Andromalius."

Glancing over at yet another child that had entered the shop, she figured to ignore her, letting Demian deal with her. Alice made a small face that was either a wince or a smile as she shouted at Demian, knowing good and well he wouldn't like that. Not. One. BIT.
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Willow rose a brow. "Nice place." She said, dripping in sarcasm. "Charming stock." She then stepped over to the ghost. "Ghost, are you? Bloody ugly ghost."
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Atropos walked in and saw the two children leave the shop. "Lord Andromalius..." he said greeting the ghost. The dark wizard approached the counter and placed an order, and while the shopkeeper filled it he turned to the two women. (Proffesor Snape and redifer) "Ladies... what brings you here." He asked ominously.
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Aliena watched after the redheaded girl who left the shop as she entered.
"Good evening, Andromalius." Aliena turned to the three customers. "Atropos, Medea... I don't know you." She said facing the woman. She peered at the teenager beside her. "Or you." Aliena didn't have enough time to waste on a sour child and what was probably her mother or aunt.
"Lord Andromalius, I want to purchase Steal your Souls by Marcus Dooms. I know I bought it a few weeks ago but I had to give it to... a friend. Anyway, I need another."
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Atropos walked in and saw the two children leave the shop. "Lord Andromalius..." he said greeting the ghost. The dark wizard approached the counter and placed an order, and while the shopkeeper filled it he turned to the two women. (Proffesor Snape and redifer) "Ladies... what brings you here." He asked ominously.
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Medea watched the children leave in a hurry, and a man walked in. As she started to eye a couple items a man spoke. Bringing her eye to his she smiled ever so slightly. It was really more of a courteous smile than anything.

The dark haired woman's fingers ran along the curve of a skull before answering him. "Just out of a couple things." She said with a slight shrug. Vague yes, but she didn't like to flaunt her business. Especially the kind of business she was here for.

Medea picked up the skull and flashed an alluring smile, "And yourself?"

Just then a woman spoke…
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Aliena watched after the redheaded girl who left the shop as she entered.
"Good evening, Andromalius." Aliena turned to the three customers. "Atropos, Medea... I don't know you." She said facing the woman. She peered at the teenager beside her. "Or you." Aliena didn't have enough time to waste on a sour child and what was probably her mother or aunt.
"Lord Andromalius, I want to purchase Steal your Souls by Marcus Dooms. I know I bought it a few weeks ago but I had to give it to... a friend. Anyway, I need another."

Medea went into a very guarded mode the dark haired woman turned to face the woman. Grasping her wand ever so tightly and placing the skull back on the shelf she spoke to the woman, ”Yes I don’t know you either, that brings up an interesting question. How do you know my name?” Her tone had gone cold, ruthless and sharp. There is no reason this woman should know my name, I’ve not introduced myself! Even at that Medea very rarely introduce herself, names weren’t needed.

Taking a step closer to the woman her tall black boots made a very distinct and loud *clink*. “You will answer me!” Medea was very irritated indeed.
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Medea watched the children leave in a hurry, and a man walked in. As she started to eye a couple items a man spoke. Bringing her eye to his she smiled ever so slightly. It was really more of a courteous smile than anything.

The dark haired woman's fingers ran along the curve of a skull before answering him. "Just out of a couple things." She said with a slight shrug. Vague yes, but she didn't like to flaunt her business. Especially the kind of business she was here for.

Medea picked up the skull and flashed an alluring smile, "And yourself?"

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Medea went into a very guarded mode the dark haired woman turned to face the woman. Grasping her wand ever so tightly and placing the skull back on the shelf she spoke to the woman, ”Yes I don’t know you either, that brings up an interesting question. How do you know my name?” Her tone had gone cold, ruthless and sharp. There is no reason this woman should know my name, I’ve not introduced myself! Even at that Medea very rarely introduce herself, names weren’t needed.

Taking a step closer to the woman her tall black boots made a very distinct and loud *clink*. “You will answer me!” Medea was very irritated indeed.


Aliena allowed herself a quiet chuckle and looked at the irritated woman. Aliena was taller. Aliena was six foot eight, but with some it took more than height to me intimidating.
"Indeed I shall answer you," said Aliena. "Because doing otherwise would be profoundly rude. I know everyone's name." Aliena glaced at the third woman. "Except yours."
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"Indeed I shall answer you," said Aliena. "Because doing otherwise would be profoundly rude. I know everyone's name." Aliena glaced at the third woman. "Except yours."

Medea was never intimidated by anyone. Height, weight, stature meant nothing in the way of ability; and Medea had plenty of ability. A single brow rose toward her hairline. A small little voice in her head mimicked the giant woman. I know everyone's name, except yours. ICK! She hated people who acted bigger and badder than they are.

"Oh you know everyone's name, is that so?" Her voice had a mocking tone, a tone of challenging. Medea was indeed challenging the ugly giant of a woman. She took a step closer to the woman making sure to keep constant eye contact. "You'll do well to not know everyone's name. Most people find that annoying, and threatening. That's especially true with people who partake in shops on this side of town." Medea paused momentarily, "I hope that you take this warning with great caution and understanding."

Medea stood there staring at the giant and spat these last words of warning, ”And you’d do very well to forget my name.”

She walked past the woman very briskly (making sure to bump into her ever so slightly…), made her order with the shop keep and then waited – smiling once more at the nice gentleman. If he wanted to talk she’d be glad to continue their conversation. After smiling she turned away, inspecting the merchandise as she waited.
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"Ladies, Ladies... I believe Mr. Andromalius is not one for female squabbles..." Not that it would do the ghost any good... He took the dark haired woman's hand and kissed it. "Medea, is it? Such a beautiful name... Let me know what you are seeking, and I would be glad to have the shopkeeper put it on my tab." Atropos said with that creepy charm he was known for. He then rounded on the other woman. "I know I'm fairly well known, I own nearly all the shops in Knockturn Alley... this is my Alley... but if I may give a word of advice... Don't call people by name here. They don't like it... and some more than others. Unforgivables are given a blind eye in this Alley..." She said basically warning the woman she'd be killed if she greeted the wrong person by name.
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Well good... Mister Trelawney always had a way of getting rid of children... it was why the Hag was getting fat... Fat and ugly... unlike him...

... He was beautiful. Eternally so...

The woman thought he was going to get her bloody book? "Madame, I do not perform menial labor. That is for the shopkeeper." He said and floated higher. "He will have your book ready. Go see him."

Hag...

He looked over to Medea... she didn't seem that pretty... But to each their own. "Well, I will return to my rest... try not to linger in my shop..." and with that, he floated toward the back of the shop and disappeared through a wall.
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