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Oct 19, 2016 14:29:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 14:29:01 GMT -7
Asa, believe it or not, wasn't the sort of person who frequented Knockturn Alley. Their father was a Muggleborn, which not many people in the Alley would be pleased with, and they weren't exactly the epitome of societal standards, either. The only thing that kept Asa safe in the Alley, at least in their opinion, was their Veela blood, and even that afforded precious little protection. What Asa was doing in the Alley wasn't of import - or at least, that was what they would tell most people who would bother to ask. A long black cloak was slung around their shoulders, the hood pulled up to cover their face. A package wrapped in brown paper was tucked under their arm, and they were ready to make their great escape from the less than desirable alley. When Asa stepped into the street, though, the edge of their foot caught on the curb, and they were sent spilling forwards, the package flung far out of their reach. This was not good. Asa scrambled to their feet, and lunged towards the package, but it seemed someone else was trying to do the same thing. This was not good.
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