Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Mar 29, 2017 0:03:42 GMT -6
The grimy gutter that was Knockturn Alley was a far cry from the high end fashion houses Helena always pictured herself working for. Her heels threatened with every step to leave her lying on her face on the slippery stones, and her white robes stood a stark contrast to the molding walls. Despite that, she found herself growing more and more accustomed to being there after working at Cal's for the past few years. The feeling of eminent murder was only a 50/50 shot now, and walking into the other shops was fine. It was fine. Yes...fine. Fine enough that when she didn't feel like going down to Diagon Alley to buy her mother a birthday gift, she just popped in-and-out of a few stores before going into Borgin and Burkes. Buying jewelry and knickknacks for the store might come with a slight curse, but cursing her mother only seemed like a bonus.
Helena had to shove her hands into her pockets to keep from touching everything. Each "HANDS OFF" sign only made her want to stroke each object more. The fur of the stuffed rougarou was tempting enough, but the shine on the tiara next to it was unbearable. She dared to reach one hand towards it, meaning to quickly run her fingers over the stones. A noise behind her sent her quickly spinning around though, her hand raking several objects off the shelf in the process. There was no way she was getting out of her with all her fingers now.
Clara glanced down at all the objects that clanged and clattered to the ground, noting the fortunate absence of any shattering noises. “Luckily you didn’t break anything,” she said, glancing at the girl in front of her. A tad bit jumpy? She thought to herself. Clara had only walked into the store and apparently the sound of her approach was enough to make her get startled. Clara glanced at the girl's hands and the immediate area around her - curious to know if she was trying to nab something without being seen; therefore causing her to be quick to fright. After assessing the girl, Clara felt this was not the case.
“Are you okay?” Clara asked as she scanned the shelves behind the counter. She, herself, was here for a very specific purpose. She had heard from a fellow duelist that Borgin and Burkes had a rare book in their collection - one that Clara was quite keen to getting her hands on. Titled “The Darker Side of Dueling” - it supposedly chronicled the infant years of professional dueling in great detail, particularly making note of how extremely dangerous it was, as though modern dueling wasn’t already. She had heard rumors among some of the older crowd about the sport’s past being a much more vile and wicked one than what was commonly talked about. She was hoping that this particular book would shed more light on that, assuming the book was even here.
She took another glance down at the objects on the floor, to her surprise there was a book sprawled open. She walked closer and knelt down to it. She was slightly excited, hoping for it to be the item she sought. She lifted the book from the floor and turned it over to the dark leather-bound cover side, on it were scribbling marks she couldn’t understand. She had seen the language in writing before, but wasn’t sure which language it was. Don’t tell me the whole thing is in a different fucking language, she thought to herself. She was sure there was some sort of spell to translate the language, but it was nevertheless irritating. She flipped the book to the first page, the page was black with a numerical list extending the entire length of it, in white ink; also in the same unknown language. She turned through to the next few pages which were all lined pages, blank. She rolled her eyes, realizing it was an unused journal. Well, not entirely unused, there was a few pages which appeared to be ripped out. She closed the journal and stood up. I wonder why Borgin and Burkes has a random journal in here, she thought to herself as she set the item back on the counter.