Post by Krystal Smith on Jul 23, 2007 8:47:34 GMT -5
The world wasn’t always the nicest place. Nor was Krystal. She was on look out to find out if anyone has been hiding something from her Lord, the one who promised her protection from this outside world. She didn’t have to fight, or did she have to be a house elf like pet for them. She just had to do a few task for them. Usually it was something small... Today she was about to complete her greatest task. She would have to be out in this horrible world that she had heard so much about. Her life was so sheltered, and this was probably the most she has been out ever since last year. She went straight from Hogwarts to there and now she found herself walking around London, looking for her place.
As she found herself out of one of the many tubes, she walked a good 15 minutes away. She found herself in front of this night club only wizards could see. It was for the young wizards taking a break before pursuing a career obviously. Not many people over the age of 18 hung out there. Recently there has been information about the owner hiding muggle-borns there. Krystal was there to hide under cover.
Her hair was a bright red color, wearing a pair of goggles around her neck about the same color. She had on a shirt that ended right below her rib, showing her pale waist shining. Her clothes were dark colors and her skin seemed paler than ever. She also had on a skirt too short for her own good & a pair of boots. The skirt was Jadella’s idea. The younger she looked, the more chances they will ignore her. Her sleeves were a pair of ol’ fish-nets they gave her, and a bag with other clothes just in case she needed to change her disguise.
She took a seat on the floor, staring at the building. After a few long hours it became boring. The worlds seem to let the time take forever. Torturing Krystal as she sat there. The only thing she had for entertainment was trying to change the color of her hair without anyone noticing. That became boring too. After that, all she had to do was stare at the world for the slightest bit of entertainment.
To her right there was a homeless man, who stared at what he would see was an empty space as well. On her left there was a rich women waiting for her friends, when they did arrive she didn’t look to happy to see them. Then there was a kid around her age looking scared beyond imagination jumping from the slightest noise. The last person around was her. She was Krystal, the death eater who didn’t cause death. She was an informer, a psychic. She was a coward. Hiding behind James and Jadella. Hoping she would never have to leave the house for anything rather then walk around the streets and find out about the Order. She was useless to the world, and she could only find herself useful to people who don’t treat her as well as she hoped. People who have lied to her, and filled her head with stories she should ignore. She was probably worse than a muggle.
After a few moments into staring in the world she noticed things that wouldn’t be noticed by many. Graffiti, hidden people from the world, and many more. Thieves every couple of hours, holding several goods under his shirt and in his pockets and what not. The stoner, walking around looking at the world. Laughing. Then there was a little girl who had bruises all over, walking around hoping to find a refuge. Little things that Krystal would never notice before. Some things that the other world ignored. The world of the upper class, the homeless saw this too. He must’ve been use to it. Constantly having to watch the world. Depending on them for his survival.
The muggle and wizard world was cruel and no one minded. A few wizards here and there and mostly muggles. They all have it hard and Krystal shouldn’t be one to complain… Hours passed and the sun soon began melting within the horizon. Leaving nothing but the cold world left behind. She didn’t know how long she was suppose to wait, but she was and she wasn’t going to leave till she finished up for them. She had to do this, and who knew what would happen if she came home empty handed.
[/size]As she found herself out of one of the many tubes, she walked a good 15 minutes away. She found herself in front of this night club only wizards could see. It was for the young wizards taking a break before pursuing a career obviously. Not many people over the age of 18 hung out there. Recently there has been information about the owner hiding muggle-borns there. Krystal was there to hide under cover.
Her hair was a bright red color, wearing a pair of goggles around her neck about the same color. She had on a shirt that ended right below her rib, showing her pale waist shining. Her clothes were dark colors and her skin seemed paler than ever. She also had on a skirt too short for her own good & a pair of boots. The skirt was Jadella’s idea. The younger she looked, the more chances they will ignore her. Her sleeves were a pair of ol’ fish-nets they gave her, and a bag with other clothes just in case she needed to change her disguise.
She took a seat on the floor, staring at the building. After a few long hours it became boring. The worlds seem to let the time take forever. Torturing Krystal as she sat there. The only thing she had for entertainment was trying to change the color of her hair without anyone noticing. That became boring too. After that, all she had to do was stare at the world for the slightest bit of entertainment.
To her right there was a homeless man, who stared at what he would see was an empty space as well. On her left there was a rich women waiting for her friends, when they did arrive she didn’t look to happy to see them. Then there was a kid around her age looking scared beyond imagination jumping from the slightest noise. The last person around was her. She was Krystal, the death eater who didn’t cause death. She was an informer, a psychic. She was a coward. Hiding behind James and Jadella. Hoping she would never have to leave the house for anything rather then walk around the streets and find out about the Order. She was useless to the world, and she could only find herself useful to people who don’t treat her as well as she hoped. People who have lied to her, and filled her head with stories she should ignore. She was probably worse than a muggle.
After a few moments into staring in the world she noticed things that wouldn’t be noticed by many. Graffiti, hidden people from the world, and many more. Thieves every couple of hours, holding several goods under his shirt and in his pockets and what not. The stoner, walking around looking at the world. Laughing. Then there was a little girl who had bruises all over, walking around hoping to find a refuge. Little things that Krystal would never notice before. Some things that the other world ignored. The world of the upper class, the homeless saw this too. He must’ve been use to it. Constantly having to watch the world. Depending on them for his survival.
The muggle and wizard world was cruel and no one minded. A few wizards here and there and mostly muggles. They all have it hard and Krystal shouldn’t be one to complain… Hours passed and the sun soon began melting within the horizon. Leaving nothing but the cold world left behind. She didn’t know how long she was suppose to wait, but she was and she wasn’t going to leave till she finished up for them. She had to do this, and who knew what would happen if she came home empty handed.
