Post by Bronwyn Dare on Mar 14, 2010 22:32:32 GMT -5
(I know the open threads never get answered, but I really want to play with this character....)
Bronwyn hadn't been in Hogsmeade in almost two years. She had rather expected it to look exactly the same, but was surprised to find that parts of it had been destroyed. She had heard of the attack in Hogsmeade, of course, but it had not really registered with her until this very moment. She walked past the ruins of a joke store, which, according to the sign, was going to be rebuilt under new ownership some time in the near future.
She was a killer for hire, and although she sometimes worked for the Ministry, she had done work for others as well. But she would not work for Lord Voldemort. She would never stoop that low, not after what he had taken from her. But that didn't mean she considered herself to be aligned with the "good" side. She wanted to remain a free agent, and not have to pick sides. But after seeing this kind of destruction, she wondered how much longer she could remain neutral.
She approached the old Hog's Head pub, and a slight smile crossed her face. It, at least, had not changed. It still looked as shabby as ever. It was good to know that some things didn't change.
Stepping into the pub, she blinked against the dimness of the light. Not a lot of sunlight made it through those dingy windows, and the flickering candles on the walls didn't help much either. The afternoon crowd was typically small; just a few grizzled old wizards sitting in a corner by the fireplace. No matter. Bronwyn strolled in with the ease and confidence of a woman who had seen more than her fair share of darkness and made her way to the bar. "Firewhiskey," she said in a tone that indicated that she was not to be questioned.
Bronwyn hadn't been in Hogsmeade in almost two years. She had rather expected it to look exactly the same, but was surprised to find that parts of it had been destroyed. She had heard of the attack in Hogsmeade, of course, but it had not really registered with her until this very moment. She walked past the ruins of a joke store, which, according to the sign, was going to be rebuilt under new ownership some time in the near future.
She was a killer for hire, and although she sometimes worked for the Ministry, she had done work for others as well. But she would not work for Lord Voldemort. She would never stoop that low, not after what he had taken from her. But that didn't mean she considered herself to be aligned with the "good" side. She wanted to remain a free agent, and not have to pick sides. But after seeing this kind of destruction, she wondered how much longer she could remain neutral.
She approached the old Hog's Head pub, and a slight smile crossed her face. It, at least, had not changed. It still looked as shabby as ever. It was good to know that some things didn't change.
Stepping into the pub, she blinked against the dimness of the light. Not a lot of sunlight made it through those dingy windows, and the flickering candles on the walls didn't help much either. The afternoon crowd was typically small; just a few grizzled old wizards sitting in a corner by the fireplace. No matter. Bronwyn strolled in with the ease and confidence of a woman who had seen more than her fair share of darkness and made her way to the bar. "Firewhiskey," she said in a tone that indicated that she was not to be questioned.
