Run! But where? // Open Feb 4, 2011 4:30:26 GMT -8
Post by Brigita Litvak on Feb 4, 2011 4:30:26 GMT -8
On some level Brigita knew this was a bad idea. Coming back to this place, her old home, was risky. The ministry probably knew her old childhood address - it wouldn't be hard to guess she'd make her way back at some point. Not only that, but some of these shop owners had known her since she was a child, that six year old with golden hair who'd treated this place as her personal play ground...
This is stupid...
And Brigita knew that, rationally, but emotionally, the pull had got too much. It had been a little over two weeks since she'd stolen a wand and broken free from slavery, and he'd wanted to return all this time. She'd avoided it though, surely two weeks was enough for who ever was chasing her to assume that she wouldn't be coming back... Right?
As she walked through the street, Brigita noted just how much it had changed. It wasn't just the buildings (some of which had been destroyed and replaced) but the atmosphere too... Maybe she was imagining it, but it seemed... tense? But then again everyone was tense these days.
Brigita swallowed nervously and peaked out from inside her deep cloak hood. The faces weren't any she knew, perhaps that was a blessing... She pushed her ash blond hair back from her face, coming to a stop outside Gringotts. She knew her family savings were in there (assuming the Ministry hadn't emptied it)... There would be enough in there to last her comfortably for a few years
But she didn't have anyway to assess it.... And even if she did, that would be like a big arrow in the sky pointing to exactly where she was. No... She'd need to find another way to get money...
A older man caught her attention, mostly because he was looking straight at her. His face was in creased in a frown, as he studied her face.
His face lightened, taking a step towards her.
Although his name escaped her, she knew the man. He'd worked with her mother from the time she'd arrived in England... There for he knew her.
She whirled, her dark cloak swishing round her ankles and made a half run for it. No one could recognize her here! It was far to dangerous. Footsteps followed her, and she increased her step, intend on out running the man.
The moment she reached the corner she hurled herself around it, and instead of going straight the street she cut down a side alley between two shops.
She held her breath as she watched the bustling street. The man passed her hiding place, once, and then a second time. He must have given up. Only then did Brigita allow herself to sag against the brick wall in relief. Too close...
This was stupid, being here was stupid!
It was time to go. Brigita left the alley way, intent on finding somewhere safe to apperate, but wasn't concentrating on where she was going. She hit something (or rather someone) hard the moment she left her hiding place and bounced back. Her foot cause on her too long cloak and she lost her balance, falling back heavily onto the cobble stones. Her hood bounced an fell back revealing the pale skin, ash blond hair and blue eyes that was Brigita.
"Ouch!" She cursed at herself, where had she no looked where she was going.
"Sorry, I, I guess I wasn't paying attention..."