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Date: January 8, 2002
Time: Midday
Characters Involved: Isadora, ANY
Location: Diagon Alley
"Master Llewellyn always said that Mistress Isadora was a blood traitor. Nyxie doesn't understand why she has returned to the House of Roquelaure...Master Llewellyn told Nyxie that Mistress Isadora was ungrateful and vile and most deprecate to the values of-"
"Stop it, Nyxie."
Isadora's voice was wan and distracted as she attempted to silence the house elf at her side. Indeed, there was no firmness to her tone at all whatsoever, and the creature made an odd, chortling sound instead of obeying. Scampering now, to keep up with her brisk pace, it simply went on with its tirade.
"Master Dante told Nyxie that Mistress Isadora was a stupid girl. Mistress Isadora does not appreciate the value of the Roquelaure name."
This time, she didn't bother with the attempt of discipline. Quitting her stride, she paused before Madame Malkin's, tugging on her lower lip with her front teeth.
It was a bad idea, she thought, to have taken Nyxie along on her little shopping adventure today. It was pity for the house elf that had driven her to invite it...after all, it had barely spoken a word since she'd returned to the House of Roquelaure. She had assumed that some sunlight would do the creature some good-the same could be said of her, after all-but it seemed that the second Nyxie was out in the open, she became a talkative advocate for Llewellyn Roquelaure's skewed ideals.
Sighing deeply, Isadora looked at the robes on display at Malkin's with disinterest. She had fifty-some-odd galleons in her purse, and nothing to spend them on. A rummaging through the icebox earlier that morning had confirmed that she had run out of eggs and lettuce, and somehow, that had given her the idea to go out shopping for things. She was running low on milk, after all, and MERLIN knew when the last time she bought herself a decent set of robes was.
That's a lie. You just want to get out of that house.
Nyxie was talking again, and endless stream of nothingness and repeated insults. Ignoring it rather than attempting to shut it up, Isadora began the process of wandering up and down the street, staring quite pointlessly at displays in shop windows.
"Ha-ha. Maybe I should buy myself a broomstick. That'll be funny, mm?" she said aloud, receiving several odd stares and chortling on Nyxie's part.
"Master Dante always said that Mistress Roquelaure was a...mess on a broomstick."
"Uh huh. Shut up, Nyxie."
Time: Midday
Characters Involved: Isadora, ANY
Location: Diagon Alley
"Master Llewellyn always said that Mistress Isadora was a blood traitor. Nyxie doesn't understand why she has returned to the House of Roquelaure...Master Llewellyn told Nyxie that Mistress Isadora was ungrateful and vile and most deprecate to the values of-"
"Stop it, Nyxie."
Isadora's voice was wan and distracted as she attempted to silence the house elf at her side. Indeed, there was no firmness to her tone at all whatsoever, and the creature made an odd, chortling sound instead of obeying. Scampering now, to keep up with her brisk pace, it simply went on with its tirade.
"Master Dante told Nyxie that Mistress Isadora was a stupid girl. Mistress Isadora does not appreciate the value of the Roquelaure name."
This time, she didn't bother with the attempt of discipline. Quitting her stride, she paused before Madame Malkin's, tugging on her lower lip with her front teeth.
It was a bad idea, she thought, to have taken Nyxie along on her little shopping adventure today. It was pity for the house elf that had driven her to invite it...after all, it had barely spoken a word since she'd returned to the House of Roquelaure. She had assumed that some sunlight would do the creature some good-the same could be said of her, after all-but it seemed that the second Nyxie was out in the open, she became a talkative advocate for Llewellyn Roquelaure's skewed ideals.
Sighing deeply, Isadora looked at the robes on display at Malkin's with disinterest. She had fifty-some-odd galleons in her purse, and nothing to spend them on. A rummaging through the icebox earlier that morning had confirmed that she had run out of eggs and lettuce, and somehow, that had given her the idea to go out shopping for things. She was running low on milk, after all, and MERLIN knew when the last time she bought herself a decent set of robes was.
That's a lie. You just want to get out of that house.
Nyxie was talking again, and endless stream of nothingness and repeated insults. Ignoring it rather than attempting to shut it up, Isadora began the process of wandering up and down the street, staring quite pointlessly at displays in shop windows.
"Ha-ha. Maybe I should buy myself a broomstick. That'll be funny, mm?" she said aloud, receiving several odd stares and chortling on Nyxie's part.
"Master Dante always said that Mistress Roquelaure was a...mess on a broomstick."
"Uh huh. Shut up, Nyxie."