Post by Annalessa Bordon on Jan 24, 2014 19:43:11 GMT
Annalessa gouged the expression on Silvery's face, watching to see how she would react. Not surprisingly she seemed a bit distrustful. Annaless hadn't expected her to throw her arms around her in friendship, or anything. She seemed the very picture of patience, watching as the Silvery checked the shop in case anyone was there. Once it was confirmed they were alone, the older witch turned piercing eyes onto Annalessa; who met her eyes with not a hint of fear. Annalessa was no coward. She had come here for a purpose, which wouldn't have even been possible if she trembled at the slightest look.
As Silvery asked how she knew her, Annalessa bowed her head slightly in apology. "Forgive me for my lack of manners; I met you once before, briefly during a visit here for potions." She held the witches gaze, to show that she was honest in what she said. Annalessa didn't need any red flags going up, lest this whole meeting fall apart. And she truly hadn't told a single lie as of yet. "My name is Annalessa Bordon." As she spoke her name, a sense of pride dripped from the younger witches words. Her family, though admittedly not as rich or well known as the Malfoy's were still well known. She carried her mothers flaming red hair, and her fathers blue eyes; not to mention the aged blood running through her veins, that was pure. These facts Annalessa took great pride in.
"I don't wish to waste your time, Miss Bletchley. I am here because I require your help. My parents are-" Pausing for a moment to think how to put it, Annalessa's lips pulled up in the barest smile. "Strong supporters of the Dark Lord naturally so am I. I wish to join his ranks. And I believe you can help me." There was no sense in beating around the bush any longer, and truly Annalessa had no time to waste. She had much to learn, and was willing to push her pride aside for now, in allowing herself to be guided. "I am quite young, but innocence is something I have never known. I'm no stranger to death-, violence. I've come here of my own will, hoping to fulfill my destiny which is to join his ranks."
As she spoke, Annalessa continued to hold Silvery's gaze, humbling herself to ask for help. Yet she was bold in the fact that her age meant nothing. If anything she was all the more determined to prove that she had what it took, in case anyone should try to sell her short. No, Annalessa would not be cast aside as some infant. Noone could take away the horror's she seen growing up, nor the torment she was familiar with. And as her words came to a close, her eyes hardened with an unquenchable fire. The fire of determination, of believing she'd found her destiny. Whether Silvery helped her or not, she wouldn't stop. She would find someone else to help her, but she had come to Silvery first.
As Silvery asked how she knew her, Annalessa bowed her head slightly in apology. "Forgive me for my lack of manners; I met you once before, briefly during a visit here for potions." She held the witches gaze, to show that she was honest in what she said. Annalessa didn't need any red flags going up, lest this whole meeting fall apart. And she truly hadn't told a single lie as of yet. "My name is Annalessa Bordon." As she spoke her name, a sense of pride dripped from the younger witches words. Her family, though admittedly not as rich or well known as the Malfoy's were still well known. She carried her mothers flaming red hair, and her fathers blue eyes; not to mention the aged blood running through her veins, that was pure. These facts Annalessa took great pride in.
"I don't wish to waste your time, Miss Bletchley. I am here because I require your help. My parents are-" Pausing for a moment to think how to put it, Annalessa's lips pulled up in the barest smile. "Strong supporters of the Dark Lord naturally so am I. I wish to join his ranks. And I believe you can help me." There was no sense in beating around the bush any longer, and truly Annalessa had no time to waste. She had much to learn, and was willing to push her pride aside for now, in allowing herself to be guided. "I am quite young, but innocence is something I have never known. I'm no stranger to death-, violence. I've come here of my own will, hoping to fulfill my destiny which is to join his ranks."
As she spoke, Annalessa continued to hold Silvery's gaze, humbling herself to ask for help. Yet she was bold in the fact that her age meant nothing. If anything she was all the more determined to prove that she had what it took, in case anyone should try to sell her short. No, Annalessa would not be cast aside as some infant. Noone could take away the horror's she seen growing up, nor the torment she was familiar with. And as her words came to a close, her eyes hardened with an unquenchable fire. The fire of determination, of believing she'd found her destiny. Whether Silvery helped her or not, she wouldn't stop. She would find someone else to help her, but she had come to Silvery first.
