I'm taking back my life (open) Apr 7, 2011 16:06:10 GMT -8
Post by julia on Apr 7, 2011 16:06:10 GMT -8
Life had changed quite drastically since her encounter with Trevor Williams, the one resulting in her freedom. Perhaps that wasn’t the correct word. She wasn’t quite free. Sure, she was allowed to come and go from Puxley as she liked, but there was the condition of her wearing a necklace that tracked her movements. And she was sure that if it came to Trevor’s attention that she had been going anywhere he deemed unfit, she would be back to that life, or worse, in a heartbeat. Julia had made the decision to lay low for a while in an attempt to stay under Trevor’s radar as long as she could, only offering occasional news. But today she had more pressing matters; namely getting her life back in order. Well, in more order than she had been able to restore since being set free.
She had been to Diagon Alley once since that meeting, the day her family’s estate had been put on the floo network. The room she had been given had a fireplace, and in no time she was back in France. She hadn’t spent much time at home in fear her brother would show up, but had gotten what she needed. Trinkets she had been forced to leave behind when she ran, a few pairs of clothes that still fit, but most importantly her key to the family vault. And then it had been off to Diagon Alley to get some money. She had been quite pleased to find that her brother hadn’t bled the account dry; there was still enough for both of them to live rather comfortable lives. Julia had taken out quite a chunk, unsure of when her next trip would be. At first she had been hesitant to even give them her real name, as Trevor had told her to use a pseudonym if anyone asked… But she couldn’t very well get around without any money.
It had been the rest of the trip that sent her back to the isolation of her room at Puxley. She was still quite thin from her time as a slave, and although she had the correct paperwork to get past any sort of roadblock she was still getting odd looks every so often. It was unnerving. But today was a new day, it had been another week and she was starting to look more like a normal citizen. There would be no getting rid of the scars on her back from the fight when she was taken in (she wouldn’t allow it) and she was sure she would always have the remnants of her experience in her eyes… But she was beginning to look a bit less sickly. New clothes would certainly make her feel better, perhaps some sweets and a nice cup of tea…
Julia practiced her false story in her head, running through the details. Her name was Julia Larson, she worked at one of the shops in the alley that specialized in divination. It was a lesser-known shop, and she had become friendly with the owners as she began frequenting it; they would vouch for her if needed. There was nothing in the story that would link her to being a Seer or working for Trevor. It also didn’t explain the amount of coins in her small purse as she made her way around, just peering into shops. It had been quite a while since she had been able to shop without worrying that someone was going to catch her… Julia almost felt like things were going too well.