Loose ends (Dahlia)

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Leyshell walked down the alley, people moving out of her way as she was well known throughout these parts. She inwardly smirked at that part, being feared in Knocktern alley was an accomplishment for someone as young as her. She was on her way to one of her father’s business associates, apparently the Aurors had been buy to talk to him and she wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t talk. Of course she was bored of this, a few threats here and there on their family and a display of power and then they caved. There was a few times where she had to kill but that was rarely enough to satisfy her. She hoped that this guy didn’t squeal because he was awfully cute for a crooked creature.

Walking into the shop she was immediately met with welcome and she rolled her eyes. She looked outside and saw nobody was around so she motions for the man to follow her into the back of the store. Before she left she put cast a charm on the door to warn her when someone entered the shop. Having him close it now would be too suspicious as his store stayed open 24/7. Sighing she walked back to the empty room of the store and looked around, it was good for torture but that’s not what she came for…at least she didn’t think she did.

“Now Jason I’ve heard the Aurors came here snooping around, and I want to know what you told them….don’t waste my time by lying either.”

Jason assured her that he said nothing but Leyshell was well skilled at telling when people were lying to her. Especially guys, she was sure they offered him protection but who would think he needed protection from a sixteen year old girl. “That’s too bad Jason, I was so hoping you would be honest with me.” Just as she was about to mutter the words crucio the alarm she set went off signaling a customer. Rolling her eyes she left the man tied to the chair and silence “I’ll be back….don’t move” she said after making sure there was no way to escape.

Walking to the front of the store she went behind the counter “Hello"
DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE

[DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE]

It was astonishing how many times Dahlia had found herself traveling down Knockturn Alley since she had arrived. Being only a week at most, she had probably been there quite a few times. Mainly for supplies or to meet other people who had the same... ambitions as she did. She had even made a name for herself, which was extremely hard in such a place. Everyone there was either creepy, crazy, or on the wrong side. Or, they were a mix of any of the options. Dahlia herself wasn't creepy, but she could definitely be perceived as crazy sometimes and she was definitely on the wrong side. Well, the wrong side in other people's eyes. She believed she was doing the right thing. After all, she was trained from a young age to be who she was today and join the forces she had.

Walking into a store she had visited a few times since her arrival, she looked around to see no one in sight. Her eyes peered cautiously around the room as she slowly made her way to the front. Usually there was a man sitting behind the counter, eager to help her, but he wasn't there. Just as she was about to reach the counter, she stopped abruptly as a girl appearing to be younger than herself came from the back room and placed herself behind the counter. Dahlia cocked her head a bit in slight confusion, her eyes glancing to the back room and then back at the girl.

Deciding to approach the counter, she stopped right at the edge and crossed her arms over her chest. Her light brown eyes narrowed in on the girl as she studied her, wondering who she was and what she was doing behind that counter. As far as she knew, no on else worked there but the man; Jason, was his name? For a moment, all she did was stare at the girl, even when she had greeted her with a simple 'hello'. Clearing her voice, she leaned forward, not minding that she was entering the girl's personal space a bit. "Who are you?" She asked suspiciously, keeping her eyes locked on the brunette. "Because I've been in here a few times and I've never seen you before. So either Jason, I believe his name is, had a sex change and some height removal, or you don't belong here."

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Leyshell waited for the girl who was older than her obviously, to throw out her accusations before she smirked and leaned closer. “You’re obviously not a regular…Nor are you someone who should be coming into a shop like this, so the real question is who are you and why are you in my uncles shop?” she raised and eyebrow before straightening her posture and folding her arms across her chest. She was getting a sick sense of pleasure from this…she made sure to look at the girl without looking directly into her eyes. She knew that some people were skilled at the art of reading others thoughts but needed some level of eye contact.

She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips “You seem a bit to young and pretty to be one of uncles girlfriends, are you looking for anything?” Leyshell knew the shop like the back of her hand. Everything here had either been smuggled by her or her dad, but unlike her dad she had made sure this stuff was untraceable. She waited patiently drumming her fingers on the counter. While she loved taking over business that weren’t hers she had an appointment with someone in the back.

“I understand you’re willing to pay for anything that catches you interest however, I do have business to attend to.” she said never letting the smile leave her face. She could fool the best of people with her innocent act and she wondered how gullible this girl was. Hell even if she outed Leyshell, Leyshell would never budge and she was confident she could make her way out.

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DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE

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As the girl drew closer, Dahlia didn't budge one bit. In fact, she just cocked her head to the side with a raised eyebrow. A low chuckle came from the back of the blonde's throat as she smirked at the girl. She had entirely too much confidence in herself and Dahlia was ready to knock her back a few pegs. "You've got a lot of nerve girl." Dahlia said as she pulled back from the counter and crossed her arms once again, her eyes never leaving the brunette's face. "I believe I asked you a question first, so be a doll and answer me?" She said to the girl, her tone cold, but calm. She didn't know what the girl was thinking talking to her like that. If she didn't wise up, she might find herself in a lot of trouble.

Furrowing her eyebrows at the thought of being some old man's "girlfriend", she shook her head. "No, not a girlfriend. I don't do old men." She stated with the sweetest satisfaction written on her features. Sure, she didn't do anything with the older men, but she sure did a lot with the ones close enough to her age. It was a fun pastime of the blonde's. "As for what I need, I'm pretty sure that's none of your business. I might not be a regular, so you were right about that, but I know well enough something is off about this little situation we're in. I might be blonde, but I'm not stupid."

Backing further from the counter, she turned from the girl to look around a bit, but staying in the general vicinity of the girl. They say to never turn your back on your enemies, but Dahlia didn't find the girl an enemy yet, nor did she find her a threat. Picking something up, she looked at it for a moment before letting it drop to the floor, breaking upon impact. "Oops. My bad." She said nonchalantly, turning back to the brunette with a sweet smile. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." Her tone was sarcastic as she waited to see the girls reaction, but without waiting too long, her features hardened again. "You know, I think you should make time for me as a customer, if you really are running this joint, instead of worrying about your other business. Whatever that could possibly be." Stepping over the broken object, she crossed back to the counter. Leaning forward slightly, she glanced again at the back room before returning her eyes to the girl, a playful glint lighting up the light brown of her eyes. "I bet it has something to do with that back room." She taunted the girl, her voice in a whisper loud enough only the brunette could hear, as if there were anyone else in there.

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Leyshell watched the girl get tough and smiled, she finally found someone to not back down. The kids at school were such a drag and she had no fun at all. She could careless about the smirk or the attitude coming off of the girl. She would either leave and mind her business or buy something and again mind her business. Picking at her fingernails “Nicole” she said with a bored tone, she made no indication that, it wasn’t her name because it was…her middle name. “Nicole Harker, like I said Jason is my uncle.” She rolled her eyes once more and walked around the counter careful to keep her eyes on the girl and sat uncaring on top of it. “Well if my uncle comes back im sure he’ll want to know that I helped his costumers to the best of my abilities, so of course you can have my time.” the laugh in her voice was evident, she could careless if she walked out the store with half the merchandise, Jason would survive this meeting.

“Oh darling, im blonde to so obviously I wouldn’t think a fellow blonde was dumb. I feel as if there’s something strange going on also, my uncle is rarely away from the shop during business hours” she said as her hair turned blonde. She watched the girl break the item and then rolled her eyes, it wasn’t her property “You would think Uncle Jason would have Anti-theft and breaking charms.”

As soon as she mention the back room Jason came out of it looking frightened. He looked from the girl to Leyshell and then to the door. She smiled at the girl apologetically “Sorry dear it seems my dear uncle has finally decided to join the conversation’ She hopped down from the counter and went to the door, keeping her back turned only slightly as to not keep her eyes off either one for too long, she opened the door and flipped the sign to close. She muttered a spell at the door turning it pitch black and sound proof.

“You know it’s really rude to disrupt people’s conversation, me and this young lady were just discussing some of your merchandise” she flicked her wand and mutter under breath as the blinds shut. She had no time for such things, she also mutter another spell and the doors locked leaving all three of them in a closed space.

“Dear, what is your name, and I hope you are faint hearted” Leyshell said the false sweetness in her voice gone and her innocent facade dropped.


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DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE

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Dahlia's light brown eyes stayed locked on the younger girl as she picked at her nails and gave her a name. "Nicole." She repeated, her voice slightly skeptical, but she would go with it. After all, she couldn't tell if the girl was lying or not, plus it didn't matter that much to her. What was in a name anyway? Especially if you didn't even care for the person. "Well, it's such a... pleasure to meet you." Dahlia spoke with obvious sarcasm, as she watched the girl sit on top of the counter. "If I were your uncle, I wouldn't leave you to attend my shop. Such an attitude you have little girl. You'd scare all the customers away." She paused for a moment, her hands moving up to rest on her hips casually. "Either that, or they'd kill you. You're lucky I'm feeling generous today!" She told the girl with an exaggerated sweet smile, before letting it fade back into a blank stare.

Her eyes once again narrowed as the girl's hair turned blonde. A metamorphmagus. Well, this girl was turning out to be more annoying than she initially thought. For all she knew, this wasn't her actual appearance, just like she thought her name might not actually be the truth either. Dahlia felt something weird was going on, but she wasn't quite sure what it was. Usually she didn't care, she'd just get what she wanted and leave, but with such a feeling she was forced to stay and figure it out. Plus, it was fun to have pointless banter with the former brunette. "Nicole" rolled her eyes, which caused Dahlia to take a deep breath in order to keep herself from slapping the girl silly. She absolutely hated when little shits such as her rolled their eyes at her. But what really caught her attention was that she didn't care about the broken merchandise. If she were truly this guy's niece, wouldn't she care about her "uncle's" merchandise?

Dahlia was just about to say something when the owner of the shop came out of the back with a frightened look on his face. "Well well, wasn't I right." She stated, shaking her head in disappointment. "You know, I don't take kindly to liars." Being the one to roll her eyes this time, she stood in place as the girl locked the whole store down, making sure no one was aware of what was taking place inside. Sighing, she crossed her arms as her eyes fell on the frightened man. She knew that he probably wouldn't be living too much longer. "Dahlia." She told the girl bluntly, still watching the man. "So, what did this poor man do to make you cause such a fuss?"

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Leyshell rolled her eyes, and looked at Dahlia “Actually, Dahlia this man here is the equivalent to an uncle to my according to my parents” she said her hair turning back to it’s brown color…being blonde was over rated and she hated her natural strawberry blonde hair. Sitting perched on the counter of the shop once more she looked to Dahlia and sighed. “It’s a long story, one involving trust and betrayal, and a father whose incompetent and trusting the wrong people” Picking at her fingernails, something didn’t sit right with this girl. She was obviously not used to being in Knocktern alley, “Nobody actually give their real name, Dahlia. Nobody respectable owns shops hear unless you count Dathan”

She was a bit put out that the girl ruined her fun, she didn’t want any witnesses and well Dahlia seemed like someone she couldn’t trust. To nosey for he own good and well Leyshell didn’t like it but she admired her in a small way. Most girls and normal costumers in the alley would have ran when she stared them down. Now however they had a problem, “Although it took him longer than expected to break free, you know it could’ve saved us all the talking in circles, and besides I highly doubt you tell the truth all the time” she had her attention on the girl but at the same time she summoned the chair she was using in the back room.

She pointed from the chair to Jason and he reluctantly sit as he tried to plead his case, she hated liars also. “Unfortunately I have to offer my apologize Dahlia as I cannot tell you my real name this moment but you could always Dathan if you know him.” She turned her attention to Jason again asked him what he told the Aurors about her father. She had the files and traced the alias all the way back to Harker’s goods oh how she hated stupid criminals. She on the other hand knew Dathan would only give her name to trusted personnel. Sighing she summoned a box from the back and smiled darkly “As we have a lovely guest with us today I unfortunately can’t test out the new things I’ve learned however I can give you a gift” Taking out the creature from the box she mutter a quick spell tying his hands and legs to the chair. This time she took the pocket knifes away and the daggers. She pocketed them because obviously she liked them and she began a Animal lesson.

“This little sucker is called a death stalker and this is a Indian red scorpion, one bite from both can fatal injure you however multiple bites can kill.” She put each one on separate parts of his body and watched as they walked around his body. She smiled sinisterly and returned to her seat on the counters. “now normally they do not attack unless for food or they feel threatened so we might have to speed this up” She pointed her wand at each scorpion and whisper the word “Crucio” she watched as they stung him for the first time each. It was time to begin the interrogation.

DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE

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Once again the girl decided to roll her pretty little eyes at Dahlia, and again she had to hold back from doing anything. Dahlia sure was using a lot of willpower seeing as she hadn't attacked the girl yet for her attitude. Normally she would have done it eons ago, but maybe she saw something in the girl. Something past the annoying little shit she was coming across as at the moment. "Well, I could care less what he is to you darling." She told the girl harshly. Dahlia didn't give a rats ass about the girl's family and who was considered it or not. That was minor details she didn't need. "And I suppose, thank you, for sparing me the details if it's such a long story. Wouldn't want you to bore me."

A smirk appeared on Dahlia's lips as she told her no one should give their real name. "Really now? And why is that? Because I haven't spotted one person yet today or any other day that I've been here, that I should worry about. It's just a first name dear. It doesn't mean anything. Now if I stood here and told you my life story. Then you might have the right to call me out as bonkers." She said, actually chuckling at the thought. She was known to be quite the crazy one at times. One minute she was your best friend, the next she was stabbing you in the back, and quite literally too. And then she spoke his name. Dathan. This made her perk up a bit. So this annoying little girl knew Dathan, the same man that worked alongside Keira and also knew her parents when she was younger. How interesting.

"Of course I don't, but that doesn't mean I have to like those who lie to me." She said with a smirk, watching her summon the chair from the back room. Dahlia knew that this was going to take a while and she knew that the girl was not going to let the man go without any trouble. Jason, the store owner, was most likely going to die today. Rolling her eyes herself, she summoned her own chair that sat across the room and plopped down in it. Leaning back, she crossed her arms and one leg over the other as her light brown eyes watched the scene unfold before her. Might as well get comfortable if she was going to be forced to watch the show. "You might as well tell me your name dear, seeing as Dathan will probably tell me anyway. After all, I do know him, and quite well. We kind of go... way back in a way."

Dahlia watched as the girl talked to the man and brought out the scorpions. So she was going to do this the hard way. Why didn't she just use a curse? Unless she didn't know them. In that case, she didn't even know why the girl bothered at trying to play evil. Dahlia had learned the unforgivables years ago and used them to this day when she was in the mood to do so. "How long is this going to take because I really don't have time to sit here all day. Plus, he probably won't talk. Why don't you just off him and save both you and I the time?"

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“It‘s Leyshell.” she said with a roll of her eyes she was about ten seconds away from stomping her feet. “Could I at least have a little fun here???” she said with an annoying huff as she pointed to the scorpions with her wand. “Crucio” and she watched as the scorpions wreathed in pain and stabbed the man repeatedly. Of course the man’s screams had to be muffled as it ruined the lovely conversation going on between the girls. Sighing she turned to face the girl once more. “I can’t just off him with the AK, it would be too merciful to just grant him instant death, there are a lot of things I am but forgiving I am not.” She said as she once again casted the Cruciatious curse on the scorpions.

“It’s a message by the way…making an example out of one rat to warn the masses but also tying up loose ends. Unfortunately people don’t take a psychotic sixteen year old too serious….you have to break some necks….but feel free to take whatever you want from the store. My dad supplied most of it anyways” She looked towards Jason who was beginning to talk…she knew that cowards wanted their life the most. He told her things she already knew but not who the other informant was…she could tell he knew who it was too.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to find out the other rat myself…it’s really a shame you couldn’t be more helpful you might have escaped with you life….Avada Kadevra.” She said nonchalantly as she watched his head slumped to the side. She got up and walked through the aisle of merchandise and saw a Samurai sword and a couple of daggers. “I always wanted to learn to use these…my travels only told the basics” Sighing wistfully she shrunk the sword and pocketed it and put the dagger in strategically chosen place.

She turned back to the body and muttered a quick diffindo, using her wand she wrote “Rats Are Exterminated” in the shop keepers blood before cast an controlled Incendio on the body, she didn’t want the whole shop burning down. “There’s a back door entrance ya know she said as she waved the girl over and donned her black cloak putting the hood up. She didn’t want to get caught as she walked towards the back room.


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DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE

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Crossing her arms, Dahlia narrowed her eyes at the brunette. "Dear, please stop rolling your eyes before I yank them out of your pretty little head." She told the girl harshly, her gaze locked on the girl without faltering. "And please don't take that as a threat, because it's a promise." Sitting up straight, she heard the girl's question which she was sure was rhetorical, however Dahlia chuckled at her. "No, no you may not." She told her, teasing the girl to see if she would continue to get wound up. She was a prissy little thing. If she didn't know better, she'd think the girl was nothing but a child with all the eye rolling and huffing she did. How did she ever survive the area they were in? The girl then spoke of the killing curse and she perked up a bit. So she did know the unforgivables. That was interesting to her, but she knew them too, so it wasn't that interesting to know. She wondered who taught the girl.

Standing from the chair, she walked around as she listened to the girl talk. She liked the girls ethic, however she could set an example by just killing the man. Torture was fun though, so she understood the girls want to do so. She ran her hand over shelves as she passed them, looking at the merchandise, wondering if anything would be worth taking. Picking up a knife, she looked it over before returning it to the shelf. Pausing as she heard her bring up her father, she peered around the shelf with a small smirk. "Daddy issues, love?" She asked in a taunting tone. Maybe it was mean of her, but Dahlia wasn't a nice girl and she wasn't going to pretend to be unless she had to. She was saving the nice act for Hogwarts.

As she continued to watch the girl, she could tell she was becoming impatient and finally she killed the man. Stepping from behind the shelf, she placed her hands on her hips with a smirk. "Now that's more like it." She told the brunette, happy it was finally over. She was tired of being in there. Her eyes watched the girl move around the room herself, picking out things she liked and talking. She seemed less angry now, which was weird. Maybe she was starting to grow accustomed to Dahlia's taunting and general attitude. Either way, she was glad the girl cut the attitude.

Following the girl toward the backroom, she looked over at the burning body and the note on the wall in the man's blood as she passed both of them. "So where are you heading off to now, girl?" She knew the girl's name, but wouldn't that be respectful to use it? The brunette hadn't quite gained her respect yet. "Going to find someone else to torture and kill?" She asked, mainly joking but actually curious as well. She wondered what this girl did every day if she was out here killing off people. It was interesting to her, in a weird way.

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“Well, I just killed off the second to last name I got from making a list I happened to nick from the files my dad so convenient left for me.” Leyshell wouldn’t mention that she had been snooping around her dad’s study after he had feel asleep or had been running a side business that was competing with her father. In a way she was getting rid of the competition and making sure her father was safe. It didn’t dawn on her that he father could be held accountable for the murders as they all had something to do with him. Even if she had watched her back and made sure all her tracks she knew that she had to be extra careful. She was damn near confessing to this strange girl but for some reason she knew it wouldn’t matter. As a pureblood she could refuse Veritaserum and no one would believe she could cast the unforgivable.

“I figure since I forced you to stay in that awful shop I can buy help you lunch, get over the shock of such an awful place.” Leyshell skipped down the cobble stone paths of Knocktern Alley watching as people moved out of her way. After they moved a distance from the shop she changed the color of her cloak and her hair, and her eye color. She waited against the brick wall and crossed her arms over her chest, she took a minute to look at the cloak around her frowned. She had to get rid of it even though it was handmade for her…she quickly took off the cloak and threw it at a random female that walked by. The cloak had probably cost more than her life…she happened to like that cloak.

“Anyways I have to visit the last person on the list and he wont open shop until later tonight, he’s a night owl of sorts, Probably recovering from the full moon.” She smirked as she turned over the silver dagger in her hand. She loved how people had weaknesses she could exploit the dagger however wasn’t as wicked looking she wanted it to look. She wanted something that could hurt when you took it out, “Wouldn’t happen to know where I could get a scary looking pure silver dagger or a pair of really thick gloves?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

The girl seemed like she would follow Leyshell had she went on another expedition and she thought about what would entice the girl to help her. “There might be another person there…you could off him if ya like, can’t have all the fun” she said reaching into her back pocket and taking our a cig and lighting it. Such bad habits for such a pretty pretty girl, at least that’s what all the creeps told her.


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DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE

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After following the girl out, Dahlia listened to her next words, nodding to show she was listening. The tension between the two had seemed to have settled and Dahlia felt more at ease. Not that she was letting her guard down for the girl or that she liked her any more, but she didn't feel so hostile toward her anymore. "So you got these names from your father? Stolen or did he actually give them to you?" She asked curiously, wondering if her dad was anything like her. Earlier it sounded like she had father issues, but now Dahlia wasn't so sure. She would probably find out soon enough though.

"Hm, lunch? I guess that sounds nice, though I don't need you to buy it for me. I can pay for my own." She told the girl in a calm tone, no hostility whatsoever. Dahlia was actually grateful for the offer, but she did things on her own. She wasn't going to let some girl younger than herself pay for her. Dahlia probably wouldn't let anyone pay for her, not even Drew whom she had known since practically diapers. "Plus, it will give us a chance to get to know each other better, I suppose." She told the girl nonchalantly. Honestly she didn't care if this was the last time she'd ever see the girl or not, but seeing as she really didn't have any plans for the day, she wasn't bothered by wasting a little time with someone new.

"Interesting." She said crossing her arms as they continued to walk. "That's one you'll want to be careful with." Werewolves were tricky business. Dahlia herself had never come across one nor a vampire, so she wouldn't exactly know what to do in that case. She had no advice for the girl, but she wouldn't miss out on seeing the confrontation. She was always up for something new and exciting, even if it was dangerous. Dahlia laughed in the face of danger. "And no. I haven't been to these parts since I was a child. Everything's different. But I don't mind a little window shopping if you need them by tonight."

Dahlia smirked at the idea of another person being there. She could have some fun herself, and of course, if the girl needed it, she'd probably help her with the bigger project. Not that she would outwardly say that. She supposed the girl wasn't that bad, and she was showing potential in being a wicked soul. Maybe they would be friends, maybe not. Dahlia didn't know. "Sounds like a plan." She told the girl as she continued to follow her.

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Leyshell tilted her head to the side and thought of a way to explain her situation to the girl. She didn’t have a terrible childhood or anything…well actually she did. “Both my parents were to busy my mom with being a weak house wife and my dad being a lying cheating manipulative sob, so I taught myself everything from pocket picking and cons to hiding it under a sweet personality.” she figured the faster the girl knew about her father issues the further away from the subject they could. She started walking towards the place were they could eat, surprisingly enough her dad was one of the owners. “my dad while not a light side idiot is neutral and well im not….he’s gotten that snobby carelessness all men get when they think they have everything made and all the power. I refuse to have my name and inheritance ruined because of his stupidity so…im helping the idiot out. Besides if he gets killed for it…I get everything.”

That might be a bit morbid but she didn’t care, either way Leyshell was looking out for herself more than anything. She had her own vacation house, and a bundle of clothes all bribes from her father’s guilty conscious. He could pretend to care about her all he wanted but he didn’t know the kind of monster he raised…or well created. “Well I suppose getting to know it other is good, so what’s your story?” she asked with a raised eyebrow as she entered the pub. She wouldn’t be drinking anything as she was supposed to be working, being an assassin or hit witch was hard work. She looked around and put a privacy spell around them, oh how she hated nosy patrons and their need to butt into conversations.

“That’s to bad about the dagger, I think I might have saw one in my family vaults. I could always go check that out before show time.” Leyshell was more than adequate at making something from nothing, if push came to show she would just warp the appearance of the dagger she already had hidden on her person. She made a note to get holding straps as well for her weapons, holding them in her pockets wasn’t going to work out. “I guess we could go after we eat here, but its not any fun if he’s already weak, an easy kill is a boring kill.” Of course not everyone agreed with her on that but she was crazy like that. Her next and last victim probably had know very well that she was coming for him, which meant she had to watch the property to check for Aurors and security guards. “I’m probably going to watch the shop for a few days, make sure their aren’t any security measures or hallway patrol around. I have no intention on getting caught.”

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[DAHLIA ALYZABETH MONROE]

Dahlia listened to the girl as she explained her childhood to her. She wasn't expecting her to tell her whole life story. Really all she needed was a simple answer to how she got the names of the people. Still, she forced herself to be interested and nodded to let Leyshell know she was paying attention. "It seems we have that in common. The sweet personality thing." She told the girl before realizing that might come across weird seeing as her personality now was showing no such thing. "I mean, it will be that way. I guess I can trust you with what plans are in store for my year at Hogwarts." She said with a small sigh as she continued with the girl. "Warning, I will be befriending as many people as I can; even those that are muggleborn and halfbloods. I will be friends with whoever is friends with me. It will be my way of getting on the inside, you understand? I am a spy and I will be gaining info the best way I can; by making those blood filth trust me." Maybe she shouldn't have revealed that to Leyshell, but she was starting to get close to the girl and she figured they were on the same side. If she decided to out her plans at all, she would just simply kill her. When it came to her family though, Dahlia could tell she didn't care to speak of it, so she let it alone and moved on.

"My story? Hmmm." She thought for a moment, wondering if she really wanted to tell it. Maybe she could just give her the behind the scenes version and not every little detail. "We were friends with the O'Reily's when I was young, so I grew up with Dominic and The Dark Lady. My parents and I lived here until I was about eleven and then moved to America. They didn't see Hogwarts fit for me, so they took me away from it all and taught me, as well as sent me to that awful American school. Hence the accent." She told the girl, giving her a side glance as they continued to walk. "They trained me for the Black Army when they caught word from The Dark Lady that she was forming the army. Now as things are going underway, they sent me back. That's all you need to know. Don't ask about my parents, I will not speak anymore of them." She told the girl a bit coldly as she followed her into the pub. She really loved her parents, which might seem weird for someone so dark, but she didn't want to talk of them. Especially not her sick father. It would only bring up emotions she'd rather not show the girl. 

When they had sat down, Dahlia listened to Leyshell's plans and nodded. "That sounds like a smart plan. If you get caught that'll be the end of what good you could do for our side... if anything." She said with a blank face. The girl had proved that she knew the curses and that she was merciless as well as determined, but how would she be in an actual dual? Did she have any skills at all? That was the true question because that's what they would need when it came time to actually fight.

LEYSHELL NICOLE CONNER