Post by Annabella Clarke on Sept 14, 2007 14:03:50 GMT -5
A Devilish grin curled the lips of the seemingly young girl. To look at her you would think she was no more than 18, and could never harm a fly, let alone anything else. It may then come as a shock if it was explained to the observer that she had been at Slytherin at school, and also that she was 24 years of age. Though both seemed unbelieveable they were correct. The girl pushed open the door to the small pub easily, there was a strange amount of strength in those slender arms.
Giving the bartender a smile, he returned it with a quick "Afternoon Anna," before she disappeared round back and into a room that many of the customers didn't know existed. Throwing her cream coat onto an empty bench she took in the stench of stale cigarettes and beer, it was strangely comforting. Pulling out a small box from her pocket she took the small white stick that was protruding from the top.
Placing it between her pale lips she lit it quickly with her mind, a rather impressive trick for anyone, and took a deep drag before flopping into one of the booths, her bare legs stretched over the edge, as she reclined lazily.
Giving the bartender a smile, he returned it with a quick "Afternoon Anna," before she disappeared round back and into a room that many of the customers didn't know existed. Throwing her cream coat onto an empty bench she took in the stench of stale cigarettes and beer, it was strangely comforting. Pulling out a small box from her pocket she took the small white stick that was protruding from the top.
Placing it between her pale lips she lit it quickly with her mind, a rather impressive trick for anyone, and took a deep drag before flopping into one of the booths, her bare legs stretched over the edge, as she reclined lazily.
