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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 20:26:40 GMT
*Such an odd sight. A young girl dancing and singing in the shadow of a Dark Mark. Ken could not help but think she may be slightly mad. Stranger things had happened, but he could not think what. The thought fleeted through his mind, that she may be connected to the mark, but he realised that she was far too innocent. He toyed with the idea of reading her thoughts, but reserved himself as he disliked invading the privacy of others unless it was totally necessary. He was content that she was harmless. And for a while, he forgot about his duties and enjoyed watching her.*
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Post by Zero Quinn on Aug 18, 2009 20:33:47 GMT
*Apparates into the fields of Top Meadow in a billowing cloud of sinister looking black smoke.* *Glances down at his black suit, checking for wrinkles, and adjusts his pistachio colored tie.* *Notices that it is reasonably overcast in contrast to the shining sun he just left behind in Diagon Alley, and tilts his head to look at the sky, his eyes landing on the Dark Mark above.* *His head snaps down, and his eyes narrow as he searches for anyone in danger.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 18, 2009 20:36:38 GMT
*One could definately draw the conclusion that Daisy was a bit mad... And yet mad and simply carefree... Were they the same thing? In times like these perhaps they were... Indeed to have the gall to do what the girl was doing... It seemed she ould have to be mad or evil... Both of which seemed pretty farfetched when it came to this girl. For she was neither crazy nor evil... Heck could an evil one have a wand who's core was made of the hair of a unicorn? And yet evil was a choice... Was it not a choice this young one could still make? Well that was still yet to be seen... Daisy spun and daned about in this happy manner for a while longer, getting slowly closer and closer to Ken, before suddenly stopping mid-spin quite near him. She froze where she was, and smiled slightly, recognizing him as she swayed on the spot, trying not to fall over.*
Oh! Why hello there!
*She smiled brightly, though a pink flush rose to her cheeks. She hadn't realized anyone was around to see this odd act of joy. She remembered him saying he was an Auror, and would cast a glance upwards, her eyes widening a little as it occurred to her that the Dark Mark was still in the sky. She looked back to Ken, and looked quite a bit like child with their hand caught in the cookie jar.*
Th-This isn't what it seems!
*She shivered a little as she took a step back from him. Indeed he didn't look angry, afraid, or even really wary of her, and yet she couldn't help but think of what he might be thinking as he watched her in such an odd act.*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 20:36:45 GMT
*Sees the stranger arrive and wonders how many more people are going to visit the meadow. How many of them are involved with it? How many did not realise it was here? None of his questions seem to have any answers, and it is starting to bother him*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 20:38:00 GMT
*Is greeted by Daisy*
I don't know what it seems..
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Post by Zero Quinn on Aug 18, 2009 20:43:41 GMT
*As he searches for possible danger he catches sight of two people discussing something. He tilts his head to regard the situation for a moment, and decides that they are not in any trouble of any kind, or at least it appears.*
*Taking his eyes off of the couple he walks briskly through the meadow toward the north side of the field, his hand slipping into his pocket, fingers reaching for his coin.*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 18, 2009 20:47:05 GMT
*Walks into the meadow, hopping over the fence. She walked to a quiet place not to far away from a group of people. Still holding the lock of hair in her hand, she sat on the ground, and began to mentaly go through the files of deatheaters, trying to place the woman.*
If she's not a deatheater, she must be in training. hmm...
*gets lost in thought.*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 18, 2009 20:48:17 GMT
*Daisy's gaze was fixed upon Ken, and no where else. Heck she didn't even seem to notice the other man that apparated in. Well the sight he got now was a lot more normal than the sight he might have gotten a few seconds ago... But Daisy's eyes didn't go any less wide as she heard Ken. She glanced up at the sky and then back to Ken.*
Didn't you think I was associated with... Well with that?
*She pointed up into the sky and shuddered delicately. Indeed she knew what that meant... And yet she also knew that it tended to stay in the sky long after the threat was gone...*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 20:55:20 GMT
*He shakes his head*
No, I've got a feeling that you're all right.
I did think it odd that you were dancing as though it wasn't there.
It was quite... beautiful
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 18, 2009 21:01:06 GMT
*A relaxed posture flowed through the girl, draining the tenseness from her limbs. She smiled warmly to him, dipping her head in thanks for his belief that she was alright. She nodded lightly and smiled brightly to him*
Oh good... Because honestly I specialize in tickling and cheering charms... Nothing like that.
*She nodded a bit and smiled to him. Though as he continued, a slight pink would rise to her cheeks and she would smile just a bit more to him, ducking her head shyly before mumbling a thanks. She would then raise her head to speak coherently.*
I firmly believe that we shouldn't fear something if we're not in immediate danger... As terrifying as that is... It is merely a sign that the evil one was here... Not that he is still... Why should we fear the mark they leave behind? Sure they could come back to this place, but they could come back anywhere... Why should that mark strike fear into our hearts?
*She asked all this... Quite innocent the girl was, and yet in her mind, she definately had a point.*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 18, 2009 21:06:52 GMT
*looks up, hearing Daisy's voice. She giggles lightly shaking her head.*
She's been known to dance like that. Though I've never seen her dance under the mark. Believe me Ken. She's not likely to do anyone any harm.
*looks at daisy*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 18, 2009 21:18:17 GMT
*Smiles, knowing that everything is fine*
It just seemed odd to me is all.
And you're right. There is probably more chance that you will be in trouble anywhere else while this Dark Mark is here.
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Post by Zero Quinn on Aug 18, 2009 21:25:12 GMT
*Reaches the fence on the north side of the meadow, still able to keep an eye on the couple if need be, and pulls his hand and coin out of his pocket. Casually he leans back up against the fence, crossing his legs, the coin weaving it's way around his fingers.*
*Every few moments his eyes reach skyward, and he catches sight of the dreary Dark Mark. His thought begin to dwell on what could have happened, and to whom it could have happened. *
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 18, 2009 21:26:55 GMT
*She nodded slightly. Indeed Daisy had come to that conclusion, hence why she really didn't fear the dark mark most of the time. Today being no different. Well soon she heard a familiar voice, and grinned as she turned to see Venus coming over to them.*
Hi there Venus!
*She grinned a bit and nodded some. Indeed, Daisy was an odd one, and yet one thing was for sure, she was not evil, and she loved to dance. Ok so that was two things... But they were for sure. She grinned as the mood took her again and she danced back a few paces to an imaginary song in her mind*
Do you two want to come dance with me?
*Her eyes sparkled with mirth and she darted off a few paces, turning to face them, still grinning broadly. Goodness no sense of poise or sense of being embarrased with this one, was there... Well maybe a little, but not now that she knew the people around her could see her. Odd... And indeed, she still hadn't noticed the other male that had come in, but that too would likely be realized in a matter of minutes.*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 18, 2009 21:30:29 GMT
*stands walking to ward the two. she still clutched her side, trying to hide the pain.*
She's an odd child Ken.
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