Date: 16 Nov 2004
Characters: Gabrielle Delacour, Sanguini
Location: On one of Stoatshead's many streets
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Gabrielle tries to pick the wrong pocket.
Completion: Complete
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Who the hell carried around a ball of string in their pocket instead of money? )
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He had been standing in the middle of the street staring into a dilapidated store window when he realized that someone was reaching into his pocket. Immediately his head turned and he caught the thief's hand in a strong grip, although he kept most of his strength quietly locked up. No need to crush someone's wrist over such a trifle.
"Don't you know that it's bad luck to steal from a vampire, girl?"
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She bared her teeth and hissed, "And don't you know eet ees bad luck to feed from a Veela?"
Any nonmagical weapon she might have pilfered had been pawned long ago for food, and Gabrielle was regretting it immensely. Even though it wouldn't hurt the vampire, it would most probably distract him long enough for her to get a good start on disappearing.
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"And what is a Veela doing pick-pocketing in a town that can barely scrape two Galleons together?"
He raised an eyebrow in amusement, knowing a couple people that walked by were staring as they strode down the street.
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She pulled at the hand that was still in his grip, growling. She didn't want her Veela side to come out at the feeling of restriction Sanguini had reawoken in her, it hadn't done much good when she'd been being tortured, but there had been many, many Death Eaters and there was only one vampire, she never knew how much control it was going to take from her, or when she'd get it back, and didn't want to risk it in a town where she'd already seen at least one Auror.
"Do not presume to judge me, Monsieur, my methods are far more 'umane zhan yours," She said haughtily, already planning out escape routes in her head for the moment he let her go.
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