Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2019 15:04:28 GMT -7
((She's a metamorph n legilimens so I stuff both on here))
Lúthien knew this was bad news. The aurors were close again and if she tried to disapparate she was worried one might catch on. She did not need hitch hikers while trying to steal a wedding gown, not to mention she just finished a hit. She'd cleaned most of the blood up, but needed to be sure. She checked quickly and as she plunged to the crowd she made sure to pass from their line of sight, running a hand through her hair to change its colour in a slightly more subtle way. Brown to black usually didn't stand out too much in a crowd and she only pulled the curls in slowly. She dived though a shop door, entering an adorable little flower shop.
The lady behind the counter smiled at her kindly and Luthien walked over, smiling kindly but her eyes were cold as ice. She kept her wand out of sight as she aimed it at the lady and used it to infiltrate her mind, trying to see if this woman might recognise her. After a quick sweep she was certain she was safe. The woman was a muggle and had never seen her face before. She quickly grabbed her wand and mutterred a spell to modify the memories of the old lady and put a mask of grief on as tbe old woman zoned back into the conversation. "I'd love some white roses." Luthien said, feighning pain in her voice. "She loved white roses. Said they reminded her mother. Her mother was a wedding planner, you know?" Lúthien said, emotion thick in her voice. People were so easy to deceive.
Lúthien knew this was bad news. The aurors were close again and if she tried to disapparate she was worried one might catch on. She did not need hitch hikers while trying to steal a wedding gown, not to mention she just finished a hit. She'd cleaned most of the blood up, but needed to be sure. She checked quickly and as she plunged to the crowd she made sure to pass from their line of sight, running a hand through her hair to change its colour in a slightly more subtle way. Brown to black usually didn't stand out too much in a crowd and she only pulled the curls in slowly. She dived though a shop door, entering an adorable little flower shop.
The lady behind the counter smiled at her kindly and Luthien walked over, smiling kindly but her eyes were cold as ice. She kept her wand out of sight as she aimed it at the lady and used it to infiltrate her mind, trying to see if this woman might recognise her. After a quick sweep she was certain she was safe. The woman was a muggle and had never seen her face before. She quickly grabbed her wand and mutterred a spell to modify the memories of the old lady and put a mask of grief on as tbe old woman zoned back into the conversation. "I'd love some white roses." Luthien said, feighning pain in her voice. "She loved white roses. Said they reminded her mother. Her mother was a wedding planner, you know?" Lúthien said, emotion thick in her voice. People were so easy to deceive.
