On A Cold Spring Night (Open)

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A beautiful, single woman walking into a pub in Knockturn Alley would usually be accused of being a fool. But not Val. She had a reputation there, and most knew not to cross her. They knew to do so meant taking any one of many dark spells or getting ripped apart by her Animagus form. So, she was left alone unless she addressed someone.

Sitting down, Val propped her feet up on the table like she owned the place. She ordered a bottle of Firewhiskey and drank the stuff straight out of said bottle. She looked around, bored as hell. No hotties in the place that night, so for now that type of fun was out of the question. Any new victims perhaps? No, just the usual crowd of low-lives. Everyone there knew better than to go home with her. Val yawned and took another sip. At least she could get good and wasted. Being intoxicated was its own kind of fun sometimes... as it was unpredictable what she would do once drunk. So she drank all the more.

[EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE]

You've got the Bullets, I've got a Gun

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“THE HELL THIS IS A BUTTON”

Emery looked at the man who had just slapped her on the bum and shoved a button in her pocket. Honestly she couldn’t believe that he would have the nerve to look so pompous like he had seriously had just on his own discovered the cure for Dragon pox or the like.

Why on earth did I choose to do this to myself? Careful, Careful. You know you got witness here.

She mentally told herself in a mild attempt to suppress the urge to kill that git right then and there. Giving him a ‘I’ll hex your arm off’ look. “I’m not for sale, and I don’t work here. So the next time you touch me, and I mean any part of me I will hurt you in a way you won’t recover from. “ She flashed him a silky look as she flashed the wand that was tucked in a pocket of her jacket. Gave a disgruntled nasally sigh and with a roll of her eyes she pushed onward towards the front of the pub.

Was she in the mood to get absolutely bum up drunk. Yes she had the right after all Galilea had offered to watch her kid. It was suggested she run off and see friends, apparently Galilea seemed to not comprehend that her kid was perhaps the only person Emery fancied as a friend. Giving birth fresh from Hogwarts, and ceremoniously dumped by her recently turned werewolf boyfriend had done a horrible thing to her social standing.
So with pride fueling her steps and the only thing on the agenda for the night was not showing up on the Havoc’s door at respectful hour of 10 pm. Emery went about attempting to create for herself a night of lecherous drinking, after all there was nothing left to do for Emery outside of playing spider solitaire at home alone.
Frankly her pride would not allow her to crawl through that. Emery pushed onward looking for not much more trouble that could be found at the bottom of a fire whiskey bottle, sadly trouble comes in various shapes and tonight’s shape came in a woman’s who’s shoed feet rested on the table top.. Emery smiled as in the Knockturn people found comfort on varies ways and if it was on top of a table well least she wasn’t passed out on top of it, then again the night was young. She paused knowing she looked out of place but the woman’s shoes were nice. Considering her merger assemble consisted of second hand clothing she had to appreciate a good set when she came across them.

“Those are some splendid shoes.. “ She remarked.. Eyeing them appreciatively a covetous tint licking at her tone.

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Val shifted her eyes over slowly and watched the scene. She said nothing, did nothing, just sipped her whiskey. She had seen some poor girl get hit on one too many times in the place, and it looked like the new curiosity shop owner was the latest victim of that. Then, the girl made her threat and came over to her, complimenting her shoes.

"Yeah... they're nice," she said before taking another sip. She then looked at the woman. "You made a mistake over there... giving the guy a warning... a second chance. Scum like that doesn't deserve a second chance." Val then formed a wicked smirk. "Naughty boys deserved to be punished." She then leaned forward, the look of a lady devil on her face. And really, that's what Val was.

"Sit down," she whispered, her voice quiet and sly. "You and I need to have a girl to girl chat."

EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE

[EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE]

You've got the Bullets, I've got a Gun

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Figuring that of the patrons of the pub that this woman was perhaps the least likely to follow her home, and therefore the least dangerous option that presented themselves to her that night. She took the offered seat eyes still hovering over the beautiful shoes.

“Thank you for the offered seat. “ Emery offered softly her pronunciation, and lack of use of slang in the environment that they both were in made her stand out more than just her platinum blond hair, and fragile doll like features. Then again the other girl in Emery’s opinion didn't look like the sort that hung out in dive bar in the Knockturn.

Granted the girl upon closer inspection did have an ominous feel that practically radiated off her. She seemed perfectly at ease in the current surroundings.
“A friend of yours? “ She added teasing, after the suggestion of mistake at giving the letch a second chance. “ True I could very well carve him up like a stuffed bird on holiday, however I don’t there is anything I could do to him that he couldn’t or hasn’t done to himself already.. Merlin sakes he is here.”

Emery smirked watching as the letch finally migrated to a hag that took him up on his advances. “Like I can do something worse to him than what she no doubt will do.. I’d be willing to bet he wakens with missing parts tomorrow. Well let’s hope she eats the fun ones, so there will at least be amusing headlines in the Prophet. “ Casting a curious look at the girl she quirked a brow.. “ You look like someone I’ve seen around the shop.. I’m Emery.. I’m head clerk, and assistant historian to the Ye Olde Curiosity Shop..”

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Val just nodded when the girl thanked her for the offer to sit down. She wasn't one for saying "You're welcome" or most other polite words.

"I assure you my friends list is quite slim," she said. "Enemies are so much easier to make." Val smirked at that.

Val listened as the girl said she couldn't think of anything to do to him.

"You need to be more creative then... or consult someone who specializes in innovative torture......" she said, licking her lips.

She listened as the girl spoke of what the hag would do to him. She laughed wildly.

"Who... Undina Blort?" she said. "The woman's been desperate for a man to leach off of for years. She won't kill him if he spoils her enough." Undina looked over as Val wasn't exactly quiet when she said that. Val just eyed her for a moment and looked back at her table mate.

Val then raised an eyebrow when the girl introduced herself and said where she worked.

"Valentyna Cristelle," she said. "And you work for Borgin and Burkes' competition? Ooooh, Dathan must loooove you."

A waiter walked over to check on them.

"Bring her a bottle of what I'm having," she said. "We're going to be here for a while... aren't we, Emery?" She gave Emery a pair of determined eyes.

EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE

[EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE]

Emery looked at the girl as she mentioned her name.. " Ah a name I've heard of.. " She said softly she knew then that she needed to not be so reckless as she had heard Valentyna had a volatile personality that could prove dangerous if she stupidly set the girl off.. One would think a simple plan would consist of not upsetting the girl. After all crazy ass people had rules just like sick people. You don't bring people who have seizures to amusement parks, just like you don't invite the town nutter to go hunting with you.. Simply common sense you followed rules and they were just like anyone else..

" Strange that the shop is still looked at in that manner.. I mean the two are very desperate entities for anyone who steps into the place would see it the moment they do.. Just because they both sell items associated with black arts doesn't mean a thing. Last time I checked Borgin and Burke's don't have a museum with a collection of shrunken heads who's serenade of Deck the Hall's with Parts of Charlie has honestly been linked to three serial killers in the United States.. We cater to a very different crowd.. You want a pretty trinket to kill someone with you go to Borgin and Burke's you want a collection of tattered singing shrunken heads, or enchanted bed pans from first hospitals you come to us.. Their stuff is honestly useful ours are collectibles for very particular tastes, I'd sooner compare the Mutter's Museum to Macy's."

Realized she just gave Valentyna the same speech she had given to several customers earlier that day she looked at the girl and shook her blond head and sighed.. " Sorry if I had a drink for each time I have had to give that speech.. I'd be intoxicated by now and possibly coming to the most attractive thing in this establishment.. " She gave a quick look around the place.. " Which is you.. So I guess you and I should be thankful I'm not drinking to the number of speeches I've given.. As where your pretty you do however have a look that screams I can skin you and use your parts to make a nice pate, and I well I don't' have good come on lines much less for women.. I wouldn't even know what to say there.. Which would mean simply more Emery flavored pate' which is not good for anyone.."

Thankfully a blood curtling scream erupted from the corner. Emery turned to look over her shoulder and saw that Undina Blort's 7 inch spider had attatched itself onto face of Blort's latest squeeze. Between the man's horrified screams and Undina scolding her pet while trying to pull him off the man.. Emery looked back a Valentyna wow and just when I was entertaining the thought of being able to do worse to him than a hag.. "

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Val rolled her eyes as Emery tried to defend herself about the shop and how it was different from Dathan Burke's.

"Darling... I don't care," she said. "As long as you're pissing off that old sop Burke, you're good with me. I'm sure your shop is quite lovely and novel. So is mine and every other damn shop here and in Diagon according to their owners. At the end of the day, it's all business anyway. You milk your idiot customers for all their worth."

Val laughed when Emery spoke of wishing she had a drink for every time she made the speech.

"You mean you're looking for an excuse to drink?" chuckled Val before taking a swig from her bottle. "I never do. It's a random night of the week and I'm getting piss drunk. Enough said. You should too for Merlin's sake."

Val laughed at the sight of Undina's spider attacking the man.

"Bloody brilliant!" she said. "So much for a hubby for Undina. Poor woman." She then looked back at Emery. "Maybe we'll luck out and someone else will try to make some moves on you. And if not, we could pick some poor soul at random to torture."

EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE