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It was time to close The Silver Snake for the night, Leah realized as the alarm on her watch went off, alerting her of that fact. She sometimes forgot the time for the habit of immersing herself in a good book had always distracted her. She was grateful the muggle invention of a wrist watch; at least they had done something useful. She stood up and tidied up the store, and exited the door, charming the store like she did every night. No one since she had been hired had ever tried to break in, for the charms and curses were something to be feared.
The jangle of keys were heard as Leah pulled them out and locked the remaining locks. She was now ready to go home for the evening, although sleep would be far off into the morning hours for her. She had had trouble sleeping lately, nightmares about her father and her siblings fates tortured her in her dream world. She had never known Ashton's family, but they had been her siblings as well, and she couldn't shake the grief that came with her father having a secret life. He abandoned his family when they needed him....he had abandoned both of his families, and now he would have to die. Leah knew for a fact that he had to have been behind Ashton's mother and siblings dying, and she wanted vengeance for the wasted life she had led and for Ashton's sake as well.
The obsessive thoughts circulated her mind, and she wondered if they would drive her to the brink of insanity. She had become obsessed with William's ultimate demise. "Enough, already." She said aloud, trying to shake the thoughts. Her time would come, and thinking about it over and over again would only make her impatient enough to do something foolish and be sent off to Azkaban. "Enough." She repeated, this time in a whisper. Leah looked up at the nights sky, the stars twinkled above her making the world seem peaceful. She had to be careful. Bleak Street was a dangerous place to be.
Leah pulled out her wand, and allowed it to hang limply at her side. She was not afraid, what happened would happen. If she were meant to die tonight, then apparating to her apartment would not make her safe. Something else would happen... a fire, a break in, or even a Ministry raid. Not that she deserved to be raided...she harbored no dark items, and she hid nothing. Her only secret happened to be her urge to kill her father, and the small fact that she was a Death Eater. None would know, except for the few that knew and harbored their own dark secrets. She was not afraid.
The jangle of keys were heard as Leah pulled them out and locked the remaining locks. She was now ready to go home for the evening, although sleep would be far off into the morning hours for her. She had had trouble sleeping lately, nightmares about her father and her siblings fates tortured her in her dream world. She had never known Ashton's family, but they had been her siblings as well, and she couldn't shake the grief that came with her father having a secret life. He abandoned his family when they needed him....he had abandoned both of his families, and now he would have to die. Leah knew for a fact that he had to have been behind Ashton's mother and siblings dying, and she wanted vengeance for the wasted life she had led and for Ashton's sake as well.
The obsessive thoughts circulated her mind, and she wondered if they would drive her to the brink of insanity. She had become obsessed with William's ultimate demise. "Enough, already." She said aloud, trying to shake the thoughts. Her time would come, and thinking about it over and over again would only make her impatient enough to do something foolish and be sent off to Azkaban. "Enough." She repeated, this time in a whisper. Leah looked up at the nights sky, the stars twinkled above her making the world seem peaceful. She had to be careful. Bleak Street was a dangerous place to be.
Leah pulled out her wand, and allowed it to hang limply at her side. She was not afraid, what happened would happen. If she were meant to die tonight, then apparating to her apartment would not make her safe. Something else would happen... a fire, a break in, or even a Ministry raid. Not that she deserved to be raided...she harbored no dark items, and she hid nothing. Her only secret happened to be her urge to kill her father, and the small fact that she was a Death Eater. None would know, except for the few that knew and harbored their own dark secrets. She was not afraid.