Post by anastasia marie karkaroff on Dec 4, 2020 21:18:30 GMT -7
Late 2019 - Casimir Elias Karkaroff
Ana paused and stood staring at the entrance of Borgin and Burke’s, her face was serious, and she didn’t pay attention to those walking around her. Her arms were crossed. She wasn’t hesitating, but she had a feeling along with many questions. She’d heard her brother was in London but not on a visit but for a career change rather and though she was new to the Ministry here she was still able to dig for a bit of information. But that’s just it, a bit—there hadn’t been much to read. She wondered if her brothers knew that he was not out tracking down gold and treasure and priceless artifacts but dusting them in a shop instead. Ana looked around. Knockturn Alley wasn’t known for being one of the more crowded places here so just a few souls lingering as they did. It had been some time since she had heard from Cas and it wasn’t anything that was uncommon. This past year she had graduated from Durmstrang with good marks, nothing spectacular as his own had been but enough to secure a comfortable posting that was far, far away from that miserable home she’d been forced to visit one last time.
Uncrossing her arms and walking forward she felt her wand in her pocket where it was stowed away where she could quickly grab it should she need it. An old family heirloom that had belonged to her father’s mother, or so she was told. It was an old habit from her school days as she prided herself on her quick responses and reactions and level head. Ana pushed the door open and a small bell chimed, the shop wasn’t large but you had to walk in a few steps to see whomever was working behind the counter and as she had suspected—there he was. Her footsteps were soft, but audible since there was nobody else in the shop and she approached the counter slowly but still stayed some distance away. Some witches and wizards might have been bothered by the lack of light coming in and the dark energy that was emitted by all these artifacts, the kind that gave one goosebumps if they were not used to it. However, in her family this was not something that ever bothered them. It was common, their old family home was filled with items such as this or it had been at one point.
Ana cleared her throat to catch his attention and crossed her arms again. ”I’m assuming your owl informing me you were here now was somehow was tragically lost.” She took another few steps forward and examined the exterior of an old but small box with runes carved all over it, but she didn’t touch it. ”Or does the bank need you to retrieve priceless treasures from shops now?”