Somewhere I Belong | Aerick

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Now this was Cori's kind of place. She wandered down the streets of Knockturn Alley, feeling much more at home in the area than she had in Diagon Alley. She could almost feel the mysteriousness in the air, the feeling that things were not quite as they appeared. She looked around, taking in the sights, peering into each and every window she passed. The other villagers in Knockturn Alley occasionally glanced at her as she passed, but they said nothing to her and she said nothing in return. It was much better than Diagon Alley, where strangers wanted to shoot the breeze at the drop of a hat.

The witch stopped in front of a rundown building and looked up at the sign. Borgin & Burke's. She looked inside the large display window, which was covered in a thick layer of grime and almost opaque. With a shrug, she decided to check it out. She walked inside, flinching at the creaking sound the door made when it moved. The inside of the the store matched the window; everything was dusty, dirty, or both. She wandered throughout the store, looking at the antiques, smiling at their quaint aged appearances. She picked up what looked like a perfume bottle that was filled with a thick red, almost black liquid. It resembled blood, which left Corvina mildly intrigued. She kept the bottle in her hand and kept up her perusal of the store, turning her head as the door creaked open once more.

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Aerick didn’t frequent down Knockturn Alley often; unlike most of Elaine’s followers, he had all he needed at his disposal for his personal vendetta against his father. He was an Animagus, a python Animagus at that, so if he really wanted to he could squeeze the life out of his father, watching his eyes go dark after years of making Aerick suffer. No, that would even be too quick for him. Elaine had been good to her word and had found the con artist for him, but she knew it was his destiny to finish him off. It was this reason that he found himself wandering down Knockturn Alley this warm summer day. He usually wasn’t a fan of the clientele the shops attracted, but he was getting desperate. He had not revealed himself to his father yet, and the man was preparing to leave the country for Spain by the end of the year, so his time was running out.

He spotted the store he was looking for; Borgin and Burkes and strode through the door. The shop was mercifully empty save for one woman, a pretty looking brunette who was currently looking at a bottle of what probably was some type of blood. With a small smirk, he walked over to her. “I’d say that would not be the best scent if you wanted to attract anyone but a vampire,” he said plainly, the lilt of his Brooklyn accent slightly discernable in his voice.

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Cori watched with bright eyes as a young man walked through the door. He was handsome, and he no longer carried the arrogant swagger of a child. She grimaced as he made a beeline toward her. Great. More small talk. But he didn't ask her about the weather or what she was shopping for. No, he had a goal. She smiled a bit, just a bit, as he pointed out the object in her hand. She looked down at the intricate bottle with is slowly sloshing innards, and the smile became more apparent. She held up the bottle, letting what little light that filtered into the building make it shimmer, the contents glowing bright red.

"Purely decoration, my dear," she said sweetly, "though I'm sure one of my vampire friends would have to disagree." She chuckled to herself at the invisible joke. Cori had few friends to speak of, and none of them were vampires. Still, it amused her to say. Studying the man carefully, she looked him up and down. She hadn't missed the lilt of his accent, so different from the many Brits she had encountered. She couldn't quite place the dialect, but the accent was familiar and reminded her of home. "You're not from around here," she surmised, thoughtfully turning the bottle over in her hand, "The States, I presume? Somewhere north."

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Aerick chuckled along with the woman as she mentioned it would be purely for decoration, though her admission of vampire affiliation intrigued him. Elaine was always looking for new recruits of all races; perhaps some of her friends would be interested in joining the Purifiers, this woman included. Elaine granted favors to those who recruited successfully for her, and the more Aerick did the less likely she would go after the people she cared about. “You guessed correctly,” he told her, inclining his head as a means of respect. “New York City born and raised, Brooklyn to be exact,” he said. He knew his accent was pretty discernible, but after living in England for over five years he had adopted a lot of the English lingo. He partly blamed his fellow Club Indigo workers, as they enjoyed swearing colorfully with British slang, but part of it was just adapting to his adopted country. He just needed to make sure his father didn’t feel the same way about England; he had taken away his heritage, he couldn’t have Aerick’s new home too. He would make sure of that. Aerick extended his hand to shake hers. “Aerick Adler, and if I may be so bold I do believe I am speaking with a fellow American?” he introduced, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

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