The Starry Prophesier
 

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Some ways down Knockturn alley there is an old cart owned by a romanian gypsy hag. From the cart two wooded steps come down, and there is a table with two ratty chairs on their side. Above the cart a sign hovers that says The Starry Prophesier. It has been said that Madame Hildegard, the old white haired gypsy hag, with green skin who owned the cart was known to have tasted the flesh of children and muggle borns who came to her cart. Her hook nose was punctuated with a large black hairy mole and her yellow eyes can petrify you if you stare at them too long. Here you may purchase all sort of dark magic divination items and be it Palms, Tarots or Runes, this is the place to get your future read.

Arkie Alderton's Kwik-Repair Shop and Twilfit and Tattings are just next door and of course, Knockturn Alley has plenty more to offer if you dare.

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Items for Sale Crystal Balls 40mm - 8 galleons 100mm - 16 galleons 150mm - 24 galleons 200mm - 32 galleons Crystal Ball stands & pillows Dragon Claw Crystal Ball Stand - 2 galleons Witch Cats Crystal Ball Stand - 2 galleons, 16 sickles Unicorns of Strength Crystal Ball Stand - 3 galleons Flowing Fairy Crystal Ball Stand - 2 galleon, 5 sickles Crystal Ball pillows - All colors - 10 sickles, 4 knuts Scrying Scrying Mirror - 2 galleons, 9 sickles Adjustable Scrying Mirror Stand - 11 sickles, 24 knuts Scrying Bowl - (Water NOT included) - 2 galleons, 13 sickles, 8 knuts Runes The Ancient Rune Set - 3 galleons The Bloodstone Rune Set - 3 galleons The Moonstone Rune Set - 3 galleons Rune Casting Cloth (All colors) -1 galleon Tarots Complete Tarot Card Deck - 4 galleons The Witches Tarot Kit - 3 galleons The Dragon Tarot Card Deck - 1 galleon, 12 knuts Other Pendulum Box Set - Comes with the pendulum, mini reading board, carrying bag, and display box. - 3 galleons, 15 knuts Telekinetic Enhancer - 19 sickles, 10 knuts Brass Dowsing Rod Set - 1 galleon, 13 sickles - They have an ultra-sensitive response for measuring energy fields and chakras. They are great for finding lost or buried objects, testing foods, supplements and remedies, receiving bio-energetic feedback, finding safe distances from electrical or magnetic equipment.

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Rafe wasn't at all scared to walk into Knockturn Alley, if anything it felt like he was back in Bulgaria. It was dark and gloomy and very much mysterious. When he heard that Madame Hildegard had set up shop here. She was legendary in his homeland and his father knew of her very well. "Good day to you," Rafe said in Romanian. "I hope business is going well for you dear lady."

With her cloak fully covering the length of her body and her face, Zoey silently approached the cart.

Was she scared? Yes. Should she have been down here? Probobly not, but that hadn't stopped her so far. Seeing as the rest of London had pretty much sucked already, this place couldn't be any worse.

The sound of her heart pounded in her head. Just the adrenaline, she told herself. Nobody can hear me. or see her face for that matter, just a precaution but it was probobly a good idea.

The girl tapped her fingers on her leg nervously beneath the cloak and taking a deep breath. "Hello ma'am." Zoey said, just loud enough to hear. Her fingers grasped her wand reflexively, then let it go.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Mister Trelawney." the hag cackled, waggling her bony fingers towards the man. He she liked. Unlike that other man. The one who she would one day hit in the head with a crystal ball. See? He knew how to compliment. "Business..is going well."

Or it would be. The smell of children was in the air.

With a deep sniff in with her crooked nose, the hag gave a toothy smile and turned towards the scent.

And the boy who spoke to her in that language!

A hiss escaping her mouth, she gestured the boy closer with a bony finger. "Come closer, child. Madame Hildegard is not as young as she used to be."

Was it the hag's lucky day? Not one, but two children. All in the matter of minutes.

Now if only that man she despised so much would drop by. Madame Hildegard had a crystal ball with his name written all over it. "Child." she said, her yellow eyes looking the cloaked girl up and down. "What is it you want?"

Zoey gripped her wand again, this time not letting go.

Should she run? Probobly, but she had some business to take care of. "A Moonstone Rune set ma'am." she said cooly. She silently picked out three galleons from the inside pocket of her cloak and held them tightly. She would get her runes, and get out-- simple.

And anybody that got in her way would be sorry they did.

The girl's eyes were set with determination, fear was long gone. Just like hunting. Yes, daddy had raised her right. Maybe England wasn't so different from Alaska. In any case, she was getting her runes and leaving-- no exceptions.

Rafe stepped up closer, so the woman could hear. He wasn't afraid of her green skin or weird smile, not like he probably should.

"I said good day to you miss and I hope business is going well for you," Rafe continued in Romanian. "Did you not once come from a distant land that spoke like this or I'm a mistaken?" The half-werewolf tilted his head and had a quizzical look on his face.

Ellie hesitated. Should she just walk away? The manky old cart was a bit dodgy looking... and smelling. But she was intrigued by it. She read the floating sign. "The Starry Prophesier." She mumbled. Interested, Ellie carefully walked up to the cart and peeked inside, but saw no one. "Hello? Anyone here?" She called out, trying to hide her nervousness.

Margery had stumbled upon knockturn alley, and within her reach was everything to make her wildest dreams come true. She was nervous, but extatic. She walked up to the shop keeper, Margery is very well at acting as an adult she was short but very sophisticated and mature, and asked for one 100mm crystal ball, one scrying mirror, one scrying bowl, one bloodstone rune set, one witches tarot kit, and one brass dowsing set. She was very much prepared to spend whatever she had to.

Noel didn't really know exactly...where...he was going, but he just kept walking. Some of the people that were down here looked as if they would appreciate the opportunity to try and show them around, and the guy just didn't want that to happen, thank you very much. Surely whoever did would show them the opposite way to the exit out of here.

He had, however, been listening to what Mr. Durmstrang guy was saying. Famous wandmaker? Interning? Huh, he didn't take Nik as a wandmaker type. Perhaps more into some business that tested his physicality. "A difficult job." he nodded, looking around to where they ended up. "I wouldn't have zought you az a wandmaker zough." Grin. "Which wandmaker are you interning wiz?"

Where DID they end up? The Starry Prophesier? Hmph, that sounded like a bunch of divination stuff to him.

Not a fan.

Nikolai might have been just a tad bit impressed.

They had reached the bottom of the steps and instead of Noel running into the first shop they passed, the French guy continued to walk through the Alley. It was a lot dirtier and smellier now that they were down there all the way, and the people were far shiftier, but no way was Nik thinking about turning around. He actually had things to do and just passing the shop windows, a few things might have caught his eye.

And no. He was not thinking about his reflection.

Dodging a few more of those shifties, Nikolai turned his attention back to Noel. He'd rather not make eye contact with anyone else..not that he wanted to make eye contact with Noel either.. He nodded his head at the difficult job comment; obviously Noel didn't realize he was having a go at him. And it seemed they both thought the same of eachother. "I think I surprised a lot of people with that choice." he shrugged. "Konstantin Fedorov. He made our wands." As in the Durmstrang Champions.

Where were they? "Looking to buy something here?"

Snicker.

The hag, for her age, was fast.

It took only seconds for the woman to walk around her cart at the sound of approaching feet, and lucky for her, because business had been slow, the person had stopped. But being a hag of her age, she was not happy about it. She didn't want him to stand around her cart all day and just stare at her merchandise. She wanted him gone, and she didn't care what Atropos had to say about it.

Picking up one of the dowsing rods she noticed him looking at, she began prodding him in the chest with it. "You! What do you want?"



The prodding of the first man stopped momentarily as two more decided to show their faces in front of her cart. Could none of them see that the green skinned woman did not want them there? And how could she miss the grin on the first man's face and the snickering coming from the second?

She had been stared at, laughed at and teased all her life, she was not going to stand there, in front of her cart and do nothing about it.

Prodding the first man once again, she picked up one of her crystal balls and raising it above her head, she narrowed her yellow eyes dangerously. "What do you want?"

He never heard of that wandmaker before, so Noel just shrugged, nodding as a reply. He assumed 'our' meant the students at Durmstrang, so if it was farther to the north, than Noel probably wouldn't have known about it anyways.

"You are lucky zen." If this wandmaker was so famous, he must be good. It was always good to have the best education. Although...nothing beat the French wandmakers. That was just a FACT.

...What? Stare. "Non, I juzt..."

Erm...


He just couldn't finish his sentence now.

Eying the crystal ball in this...woman's?...hand, Noel glanced to the Durmstrang company he currently had out of the corner of his eyes before fiddling with the pockets of his jeans.

The other shifty people in this place were looking a lot better now...

"We..." Umm. Perhaps it was the yellow eyes that had all the words die before they could even make it out of his mouth. Or maybe it was just because he was afraid of breathing the same air as this person was for fear that he'd end up looking like her. It. Thing. "Nikolai 'ere waz juzt wanting to look at zose...zingz." Those things there. The ones he was pointing to.

The shiny crystal balls orb things. Oui? Nik?

Yes, Nikolai thought himself lucky as well. He had his whole life planned out already, and it was that much better because he had his whole life planned out with Mia. Everything was perfect and he would have boasted about it, but seeing as they were standing in the middle of Knockturn Alley, in front of a rather strange cart, he decided it best not to. He did give the French guy a rare smile, though, before turning his attention back to the cart.

The cart that Noel wasn't going to buy anything from. Then why did they stop there, of all places?

He had opened his mouth to ask, but instead, he had come face to face with the ugliest woman he had ever seen. She had green skin! Screwing his face up a bit, he took a step back as the Hag raised a crystal ball over her head. She wasn't planning on throwing it, was she? Surely not at HIM? Glancing at Noel from the corner of his eyes as he began to explain what they were doing there, Nikolai was tempted to rip the crystal ball from the woman's claws and throw it at him. Why was he being blamed? He wasn't the one that stopped!

"Actually." Nik finally piped up after glancing at the things Noel was pointing to. He did not want those! He didn't even know what they were. "My friend Noel here was just wondering if he could owl you sometime. Says he likes your eyes."

Milton was surprised as an old green lady? hag greeted him. She seemed to not enjoy customers more then Milton. He took a few steps back as he was being poked.

"Err... one of those would be lovely. Two. I mean, two. I couldn't do much with one..." he stuttered out.

He then stood up straight after reaching a safe distance away. He cleared his throat. Appearances are everything down here. he reminded himself. "I mean one set. I would like one set of dowsing rods."

Yeah... that could have gone better. Did he still have time to turn around and leave?

Ara walked into The Starry Prophesier intent on acquiring her ancient rune set and crystal ball, so that she could return to her slytherin counterparts in Diagon Alley for some quality time before returning to the manor...

The Hag apologizes to the other folk, she will come back to you later. ;)
 

It was the summer, which would be the only reason for the smell of children lingering in the air.

Sometimes the Hag wished her cart was even closer to the steps that led down into Knockturn Alley. She might have a better chance of catching one of those children who thought they were brave enough to venture down, but in reality, they were terrified and changed their minds at the last moment.

But then, there were a few that actually were brave enough, and it seemed like today was one of those days.

The smell of her brought the green-skinned woman bustling out of her cart, and stopping right in front of the girl, she narrowed her yellow eyes. "If it isn't a person-child." she tsked, "What brings you down here, in Knockturn Alley?" The Hag began to back away, closer to her cart.

If the girl wanted to talk, she would have to follow.

Orchid looked in the cart and on the table seeing immediately what she needed, an Ancient Rune Set. As she walked towards what appeared to be the owner, Rune set in hand she noticed some sort of mirror like object. "Hello, I'd like to purchase this." She said to the store keeper, and tried to hold her tongue, but her curiousity got the better of her - again. "I'm sorry, but what are those mirror-like objects? What are they used for?"

Jack knew straight away he shouldn't be here. He wasn't the type to do stupid things just because it might turn out fun and you might be fine, and maybe you might meet some interesting people. Well, he was sixteen now, starting his first year at Hogwarts, and he wanted to know all he could about, well, everything. That's the reason he was here.
Of course, having been only just introduced to the wizarding world, Jack didn't realise that in certain places, certain people had a certain status. Such as muggle borns, like him. But of course, he didn't know that.

Elizabeth pulled her cloak around her tighter. Even though she is a pureblood witch she still gets creeped out by knockturn alley. She walked up to the old cart and looked at the scrying bowls. She made sure her hood was down, leaving her face in shadow. She didnt want to be seen here.

Someone was at her cart. The hag hoped it wasn't someone that planned on wasting her time. She was getting sick of serving people who were only here for curiosity. She couldn't make galleons on curiosity.

Her green face peered around the cart and her long bony fingers tapped on the wood of the cart as she took in the prospective buyer. "Is there something I can help you with my dear?"

Elizabeth looked up when the hag spoke. "Yes, please, madame, may i buy a scrying bowl, please?"

Why was the woman asking if she can buy a scrying bowl? The Hag hobbled around to the front of the cart and pulled back a sash showing the various bowls. "Were you after a certain color?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No madame, any color will do." She frowned beneath her hood.

Easy to please this one. Lifting a silver bowl from the cart, the Hag placed it into a paper bag. She held out her bony hand. "That will be two galleons, thriteen sickles and eight knuts."

"Thank you, madame." She took out the correct amount then thought better to give her extra so instead took out 4 galleons from her coin purse and handed it to the hag.

The hag's eyes gleamed at the gold and she quickly snatched it out of the woman's hand. "Pleasure doing business with you my dear." She thrust the paper bag into the youngster's arms while she slipped the gold coins into her pocket. "Don't forget to tell your friends."

Elizabeth straighten out the bag after the hag thrusted it into her arms. Youngster? She was no youngster, she was almost 40, but maybe that is young compared to the hag. "Thank you madam." She said sweetly. Tell her friends? no way, she didnt want anyone to know she is in this alley. Elizabeth turned and hurried away.

Bony fingers wrapped around the back of the cart before a pointed nose, sporting a couple of warts, came into view. The Hag appeared and noticing the little girl, licked her lips. It had been a while since she'd had a good tasty meal.

"What can I do for you my dear?" A smile appeared on the old woman's face, showing a few missing teeth.

Lydia rolled her eyes. Please,she was done with being scared by people today.

"You do reading's here right?" The girl asked,pushing her black hair out of her face and closing her cloaks tighter. She had nothing against this lady,but the way the prophesier was staring at her,it almost sent a chill down her back. The eighteen year old scolded herself. You went through seven years of Hogwarts,met so many weird creatures,and you're afraid of this? She asked herself in disbelief.

Mike rolled up to the cart and waited patiently for his turn, he needed a new Crystal ball as Emeilia had accidentally broken his. He waited outside the cart, knowing he'd have to levitate himself inside when his turn came. He waited for the kids to leave. He jotted down what he needed. A 200mm Crystal Ball, Unicorns of Strength Ball stand and a Reading.

Mike saw his best friend but could tell she didn't want to speak so he didn't either.

All of a sudden her cart had become a flurry of activity. The Hag's beady eyes watched each and every person that walked around her cart. If they so much as touched anything, she would know. If they tried to steal anything then they would be sorry.

"I can do a reading for you my dear." A wave of her hand and a table with two chairs appeared. "What kind of reading would you like? Tarot? Runes? The crystal ball?"

Tarot cards." Lydia said,leaning on the chair closest to her. She might've come off a scared little girl, but even they knew manners and she was not going to be the exception.

Besides that, she didn't want to get a gypsy angry, especially with the stories she was told as a kid. She straightened her back to make herself look taller as the tales of the gypsy lady eating children came back,but kept her composure, not scared, but somehow in the defensive position.

It wasn't like she believed them, and the gypsy seemed okay so far, but it was like kind of like when you hear a strange noise,you automatically straighten up.

They always wanted a tarot reading. The Hag gestured for the young girl to take a seat while she herself sat her large behind onto the wooden chair. Reaching deep inside the folds of her robes, the Hag retrieved a deck of cards that were rather tatty looking. Some were dog eared and others were faded slightly but they had been with the Hag for years and have been wrong yet.

She held out the deck to the young girl. "Give them a shuffle my dear and then place the deck onto the table and cut it once."

Lydia sat down as she was told,exhaling as the chair squeaked in response. looking directly at the cards,she took them as told and shuffled them,studying the back of the deck as she did.

"You must do this a lot." The black haired girl said quietly,focusing her eyes on the cards in front of her. She carefully placed the deck onto the table,and cut it,hoping she did everything right.

She never exactly did anything like this before,and she felt like she was being judged as she fumbled on the simple task of shuffling the cards. Feeling like she was being treated like a child,she smirked up at the Gypsy,shuffling in the chair and placing her hands on her lap.

"I've been doing this since before your mother was born." The Hag picked up the cards then spread them across the table. She then looked up from the deck of cards, her gaze resting on the youngster opposite her.

"Ask a question, then pull three cards from the deck and place them face down in front of you."

Lydia tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her left ear and scrunched up her lips. There where so many questions she could ask the gypsy lady,and she didn't know which one to ask. Questions seemed to be swirling around in her brain,and only fragments where becoming clear.

Ask ,Job, Marriage now

The eighteen year old sighed. How helpful of her brain. She realized she was thinking about this for five seconds, those seconds full of awkward silence while nothing got done. She forced a coherent thought through,which was mostly what she could piece together.

"Will I ever get married?" Lydia asked,taking the cards off of the desk and placing them face down as she was told.

At the sight of the woman, the Hag suddenly perked up a bit. Business was slow nowadays and it was great to see a customer. A pretty one at that. With a smile lacking a few teeth, the Hag greeted the woman. "Is there anything I could be of help to you, dear?" she spoke.

The Hag watched the woman. Readings? Purchasing items? Speak.

Meghan thought for a second before responding, keeping her voice as calm and steady as she possibly could. She was an adult now, and adults didn't get scared by rumors of child-eating. Explain that the the sweat that's on the back of my knees, she thought bitterly.

"I would like a reading please." The young woman smiled gratefully, showing off a set of pearly whites. The thought of her mother's fairy tales crept into her mind, and her pink lips worked their way back into normal position. A memory popped into her vision as suddenly as a memory often did, and as it grew, it latched onto her brain, until it came through, clear as day.

She remembered wandering into Knockturn Alley with her Aunt years ago, coming across the gypsy hag and screaming in fright. Her childish scream sounded like the ones from movies. Meghan remembered hiding behind her Aunts skirts, her little hands trembling with the sight of this woman. It wasn't that her looks were frightening, it was the fact that this was the woman from the stories her mom used to tell her. The stories of a woman who liked to devour young children.

More sweat, cold sweat this time, prickled on the back of her kneecaps, and a soft breeze seemed to only let it dance on the surface. The young woman tried to keep her face clear of emotions and her sweat stained armpits hidden, wanting to look tough in some way or another. Was it going to work? No chance. Was it going to make her at least feel like something was working in her favor? Yes. And that was what was important.

As she waited for a response, Meghan shifted her weight from foot to foot, something she did often. She didn't know why she did it, but she did it and that was the fact of the matter.

A reading, the woman wanted. The hag had a lot of readings, but which one did the woman want specifically? "What kind of reading, dear?" she asked. "Tarot reading? Runes reading? Crystal ball reading?" The woman could even ask for all, only with... an amount of galleons depending on the service.

The hag was waiting.

"Tarot." She stood up taller and shifted her weight again, smiling insistently at the Gypsy Hag. However, she immediately moved back. Even though this maneuver worked everywhere else in getting her the things she wanted/needed, she somehow felt like the gypsy hag was immune to bratty attitudes. Meghan actually felt like she should bow or something. No, that wasn't happening.


"Hurry." The words awkwardly left her mouth, and she felt like she should add something. It was somehow important to her to not let the Gypsy Hag think she was rude. Maybe it was an elder thing, or fear, or perhaps she was slowly turning over a new leaf. "Please." Meghan rubbed her arm awkwardly. "If you want." She was going to have to yell at a lot of people when she got home In order to fix the unraveling taking place here.

Tarot readings seemed to be popular in her business these days. The hag would never understand why these people with common minds choose tarots over runes and crystal ball readings. She gestured the lady to take a seat as she took a deck of cards from her pocket.

Hurry. The hag looked up at the lady. "Why in a hurry, dear?" she asked. "Readings take time." A toothy grin was given to the young lady. Now it was back to business. "Shuffle. And place them back on the table, then cut it. One cut will do."

Meghan smoothed her skirt and sat on the chair as the Gypsy woman told her to. She concentrated on keeping a straight and not amused face, although, in her head she was really wondering if she could buy tarot cards. Was that a thing she could do? Hopefully.

"I'm not in a hurry." Meghan played with her hair as she spoke. "I just have to get home in an hour and I don't want to keep my dad waiting." If she were being honest, that was a complete and total lie. She wasn't even in a hurry, and her dad was the one that told her to go shopping. He didn't care what time she got home. He had important business to take care of anyway.

But, anyway, the deck. She took the cards and shuffled them, smiling at the woman and humming a tune to herself. Now she had to cut the cards. How you did that, she had no idea. She just knew this didn't involve scissors. Or did it? Well, there were no scissors around so it probably didn't. She did a movement and hoped that was right, biting her thumb nail as she did.

"Daddy's girl, I see," The hag said. The woman said she wasn't in a hurry, but based on her explanation she was. She better not be playing with the hag, because Madame Hildegard could still do what she deems appropriate.

The hag took the deck and spread the cards on top of her table. After so, she looked up at the woman. "Ask a question, pull three cards and place them, faced downwards in front of you." Clock was ticking if the woman wanted to go home...

Meghan bit her lip as she thought of a question. There were so many things she could ask, and every question seemed to burn in her brain. She could ask about dating, marriage, children, career plans. Eww, those were boring questions. She needed something exciting to ask. She wanted her question to be memorable.

Although she had to know, could you really buy those tarot cards? She would actually try to learn how to do the readings. Or did ladies like the Gypsy hag not give their own readings? Did they not want to know the future after reading it for so man others, or did they just get bored of doing the readings? She would have to ask.

Wait, she had something to be doing right now. She had to work on her focus. What was a really cool question to ask? It couldn't be something that everyone asked, and it had to be something she really wanted to know. Those were her two requirements.

She heard the hustle of patrons walking around and shuffled in her seat. This was harder than she thought.


Marriage? Nah, everyone asked something like that.Career plans? still a question everyone seemed to ask. Maybe she could ask if she was going to find herself a boyfriend soon. OR was that desperate. Whatever.

"Will I find the right guy soon?" Ugh! Everyone seemed to ask that. Whatever, it was asked, and genuine, and she worded it differently. She then did as she was told, and put three cards face down in front of her. Again she squirmed, but this time with excitement. And for the record, she had chosen to let the Daddy's girl comment go.

The hag heard enough of those love things. Her last customer had a similar question. If that's what this lady wanted, then okay. She received a stare for a while before finally going back to the deck.

She flipped one of the cards of the lady. The first one. "It says yes, you will find the right guy." Happy endings. Whatever. The hag flipped the second one. "You won't find him now. Not yet." Patience was required, and the hag had already noted this lady couldn't do that after her experience today. The hag finally flipped the last card. "However you will suffer too much consequences before finding him. Too much consequences." The hag had a small smirk. What could these consequences be? She wanted to know.

And she was done with the lady. "Anymore questions?" In case she wanted another reading.

Business was going well these days and the hag was really glad. Hearing a knock, the hag immediately watched the woman who paid her a visit. "Ah." she said. "What brings a lady like you here today, dear?" Another reading? As always.

Well, now she was wondering what that whole 'lady like you comment' had been about. But, she also knew it wasn't wise to push her luck when she didn't have to, so she let it go. "I would like a rune reading, please." she said, holding out the appropriate amount of galleons. Roxanne knew those were the most accurate, seeing as they were most tied in with magic. And she wasn't up for inaccuracies and technicalities. Nope. She wanted to know the answer to her question straight up.

Meghan sat for a moment with her head down. Consequences? Why did she have to face consequences? She wasn't planning on being a martyr, and she didn't want to end up lonely. Yet somehow she couldn't ask more questions about love. Whether it be that love remained an overused topic, or that she wanted to know about something else was unknown. However, she did have more question in mind and consequently, that the question that came out of her mouth.

"We'll, I've always wanted to know if I was adopted or not?" It came out more as a whisper than actual conversation, and Meghan sat certain that The Gypsy Hag could not hear it.

However, it was the truth, and the truth must be known. Ever since she was act kid she knew something was off. The hair didn't match that of he parents, and everything about their personalities seemed different. However, she was told that it had something to do with genetics, which sometimes messed up and gave them a 'little blessing' like her.

Science class backed up her parents claims, and she had found evidence to prove it, but she had also found evidence for the opposite, and in her objective opinion,that was quite enough. But was she ready to know the answer? And what was she going to do when she knew. Whatever. Those were questions for later.

This one wanted a different reading. She wanted a rune reading. "Have a seat," Or stand there. The hag gestured to the seat in front of her for the lady to take. Then she took her runes set and casting cloth from under her desk.

"Ask a question."

So, was the hag supposed to be expecting another question? The woman should know that she was not a patient hag. But when she heard a soft whisper coming from the woman's mouth, the hag looked at her. "You were saying, dear?" The hag wasn't absent-minded. She knew the woman said something, only that it was too soft to be heard.

Hmm, should she say it again? She wasn't sure she wanted the question answered, and if the little hand on her watch was any indication, she needed to get home. Her dad was already probably calling the cops and the FBI, as well as persistently checking with all of her friends to ask if she was with them. Sigh. The trials and tribulations of living with your dad as an adult. Unless she said she got caught up in something (work, daddy,of course) and asked something quickly, then running home as fast as her leather ballet flats would carry her. She wasn't sure how long she wanted to stick around this place anyway, seeing as the hag was known to be impatient and probably had other things to do. Oh well. You only live once, right? Unless you get eaten by a gypsy hag after dark. Meghan felt a shiver up her spine.

"um, I'm sorry, but I wanted to ask if my mother was like my mother. Not my mother like is she taking care of me, but like did she give birth to me my mother." Okay, so that was a run on sentence. As she talked, Meghan played with the metal band of her watch, studying the aluminum as it reflected in the moonlight. She studied her silver nail polish as the sparkles reflected with the moonbeams. This was her tell, her way of showing that she was nervous. Like how some girls play with their hair, the blond eighteen year old studied shiny things.

"I mean, if you have time. If you're closing up or something then I can just go. I can always come back tomorrow and ask." Yeah, that actually sounded more pathetic in her head. If that was even possible. "Although, I'd like my reading now. It is important." Wow, rude. She wasn't winning this one.

The truth. The woman wanted the truth. Probably this would be... interesting. "Oh no, dear, everything is fine, but I will require your patience," the hag told the woman. If she was in a hurry, she could leave now but then she shouldn't forget to pay otherwise possible consequences could happen to her. She did not like that, the hag could tell.

But she had another reading to do. The hag gave the decks back to the woman. "Shuffle and cut again, just like what you did earlier," the hag told the woman. Hurry up... maybe daddy was looking for his little princess.

Meghan did as she was told, shuffling the cards and then cutting them. Even though she knew how to do the action, she still didn't know what the word entirely meant. Cutting the cards? Reminded her of something violent involving scissors.

However, despite her lack of vocabulary skills, the shuffling and cutting thing wasn't that hard. It made her feel like she was a professional card player too, which was pretty much the weirdest and simultaneously coolest thing EVER.

"The cards are shuffled and cut ma'am." It sounded like such a funny thing to actually say out loud.

Yes, the Hag heard the snickering and as well as the steps of the person coming towards her cart. She did. She maybe have been ugly but her sense of hearing was not to be questioned. The lady outside the cart had caught the her eye, which made the Hag smirk a bit. Another customer, perhaps? Who forgot to knock. Business was running slow these days anyway.

"Come in." She wasn't waiting all day.

Nicole walked up the steps and into the cart, imagining a younge version of her doing the same in her stupid dress and Mary Janes. Back when her hair was curly and her baby teeth just falling out.

"Hello?" That came out as more of a question. Grin! Which Nicole did, though it felt awkward against her cold cheeks.

The girl took a breath of somehow fresh air and gained some confidence throughout her soul. Her brown eyes widened and seemed to have a shine about them. She felt ready to lift buildings and conquer small armies. Okay, so maybe that was a bit of an overstatement, but needless to say, the breath of fresh air was strangely effective.

"I'm getting a reading, today... please." Again, Nicole imagined her young self with her curly brown hair and brown eyes standing in front of this woman, but she resigned herself to not be as afraid as the child would have been. Not an easy task, and she was sure flecks of fear played at her face.

Was she coming in or what? The Hag stared at the woman outside her cart. Testing her patience, wasn't she? It was not a good idea. She gave the woman a look, which served as her warning. But it would be fun to have such a pretty young thing as a treat.

Once the woman came inside the cart, she gestured her towards the almost-broken chair, probably was starting to have splinters, in front of her table. "What kind of reading do you wish for, my dear?" the Hag asked.

Nicole sat in the splintery chair, wondering if she was going to regret that when she started pulling splinters from the back of her legs. There were different kinds of readings? Ummm. Was a future reading good, or did this bring up different kinds? Obviously she knew less about the Gypsy Hag than she had previously thought.

"A reading of the future?" Upon further idea, she thought the words "future reading sounded too.. science fiction for a place like this. She had watched Muggle Movies before and she didn't want to reference them in front of a respected woman like this. Wait, was she respected? Well, Nicole assumed she was. Anyway...

"Oh, please, may I have a reading of the future!" At least she remembered her manners, no matter how late it was.

Good. At least the woman was now seated. She didn't have to worry about the woman knocking her things down and hopefully the splintery chair would be a lesson for her.

The Hag never expected for someone to be this dim-witted at all. Her yellow eyes continued to stare at the woman. "My dear, when I mean what kind of reading, it means in what way do you want me to predict your future," she said. "There's palm reading, runes reading, and tarot reading." One more idiotic response, and Madame Hildegard would be more than honored to lay a finger on the lady.

Nicole pursed her lips in embarrassment. Oops. She thought she knew of those things, but there must've been a missed connection between her brain and her mouth. Didn't Muggles call those things brainfarts?

The question remained and she didn't want to keep the Hag waiting. Call it childish, but she was still somewhat afraid of the woman now. She knew she could throw the money on the table and leave anytime, but another part of her knew that she had to stay. Whether it be to appease her stupid friend or to prove the younger her wrong, something had to be done.

"Tarot reading." It was the one that interested Nicole the most to be honest, even when she heard her dad mumble about it all being mumbo-jumbo. She kind of liked the idea that a dec of cards could predict the rest of your life. And because she was semi-spiteful and didn't like the Hag's tone of voice, she didn't even add a please. Nicole was really bad at the whole being mean thing.

Tarot reading, okay. The Hag was actually quite relieved when she received an answer that wasn't dumb. Honestly, was this really how this generation now act like? Anyway, the Hag opened her drawer and retrieved her deck of tarot cards. Oh... wasn't it dusty? Nobody had came for a tarot reading before this lovely dear paid a visit. The Hag blew the dust off the cards, and the cloud of dust went towards the young girl. She flashed a smile with missing teeth at her customer.

Then she handed the deck to the girl. "Shuffle the cards, my dear. Then cut it once, and then place the cards of my desk." Go on.

Marcus spotted the little cart, and recognized it immediately. It was Madame Hildegard's cart, one of his favorites as a boy (of course, his father never allowed him near the cart unless he was present durning their summer holidays. It all stopped after Cara was born. The twenty-two year old remembered the first day he got a rune set, and it was from that very cart. He bowed his head at the Madame, "Madame, I wish to purchase 'the Witches Tarot set'" he was amazed by the lady, despite of her green skin, and old age, she held a sense of wisdom that many nowadays didn't hold at all. He knew it would be only 3 galleons but gave her ten anyways, in a small, silken black pouch.

Ah, a customer! The hag looked up at the young man and grinned at him, showing off her teeth which were missing one or two. And he wished to purchase a Witches Tarot Kit? That was something new. All the other customers asked for a reading, except this one. Very rare in this place, yes. "Hang on, dear," she said and went to get a kit of the witches tarot the young gentleman had wished for.

"Here you go, dear," the hag handed it to him. "3 galleons." She took the black pouch from the young man and poured its contents onto her table. That was not three galleons, but ten. Someone did not know how to count, apparently.

Mackenna Bubber in Knockturn Alley - Polyvore

Oh, the Gyspy cart! With a quick flash of impulse behind her brown eyes, Mackenna decided that this was where she was making her first stop today. Mostly because her father never let her within five feet of the cart unless he was present and watching her extremely closely. Something about an old wives tale that the Hag ate children. Whatever, the black haired girl wasn't going to be scared. That was for children. And she was nineteen, AKA not a child anymore.

Tucking her jeans further into the leather boots that didn't match, the tan girl smiled and walked forward and right to the woman's cart. She might only be medium sized and not very intimidating, but Mackenna was normally feisty and generally unafraid. Pursing her pink lips together, she smiled at the cart and waited patiently, or at least as patiently as she could. Hopefully the Hag could forgive a little foot tapping. Maybe if it was to a rhythm? Remembering her favorite song as a child, she tapped her foot slightly to that song, not trying to be rude, but needing some tune to tap.

Business had been slow from what the Hag could tell. Many faces in the alley but not enough stopping by the spare a few galleons with her. This wasn't the right life for a Gypsy and if it continued she would speak with the newer man. Customers were the only way to make money.

Just as she stepped from her little wagon she saw a man approach. He didn't have the look of the alley but a customer was a customer. "The palm will cost you 9 galleons but the Tarot will cost you 12." They might have been worth more but she was a generous Hag in her old age, or so she would tell everyone.

"Which will you be having, Dear?"

What a crisp man in deed. The hag watched him approach, wary of the potential galleons he had hidden within that fancy suit of his. The confidence on him was telling but that might not have been a good thing...for him. Black eyes followed his every move until he turned his attention to the menu.

"What can I do for you?"

Dmitry waited patiently for the answer and was shocked when the Roma woman revealed the price. He had thought for sure that it would be more expensive than that. Still, he wasn't going to question the woman on her choice of price. Only a fool would do that. "In that case, I would like a... Tarot reading, please madame."

Now Dmitry could only hope that whatever the reading showed would be good news. He'd already asked though and it would be quite rude to turn around and change his mind now that he'd given an answer just because he decided to get a little worried about whether or not he actually wanted to know part of his future. Dmitry was sure it would be fine though. He'd get his reading, buy the runes for Aleksandr afterwards and then go to the robe shop.

He wanted his fate told in the cards, ah yes, yes. "Just a moment." Boney fingers searched through the little boxes within the old wagon until she found her personal deck of tarot cards. These were the ones she was comfortable with and they were the most accurate.

The old hag produced the deck and held it toward the young man. "I'll need you to shuffle this deck, then cut it in half, thinking about the question you'd like to ask while you do. You must think very hard."

And she expected he would put his money on the table. It was common courtesy when dealing with a business transaction.

Alex turned his glanced towards the hag and smiled. He bowed to the Gypsy Hag. "Ah, Senora... What a lovely sight to see..." Alexalanso straightened up, knowing what he said was a bit of a stretch seeing how she was an old hag but this Spanish man was raised to compliment his elders. Alex glanced over at the menu again. "How much would a palm reading be?" He looked back over at the Gypsy Hag and smiled his pearly white teeth. Alex wanted to know if there was love in his future... and if this change from Spain to England was a good thing... true Jazz did seem to like him but ya, know... she was gorgeous so she could get any guy she wanted... and he wasnt sure about the whole move thing.