Breezes of Bulgaria

[Trilby Kiedis]

The old church bell tolled like an rusted bucket being hammered into retirement, it clanked where once upon a time perhaps some vestige of music had been rung from it. The noise traveled for miles and Trilby noticed quite a few of the muggle patrons cover their ears against it's clamber. She knew instinctively who from those she met were wizards besides of course the very recognisable clothing, these were the people who had obviously placed a charm upon themselves to drown out the annoying sound and yet she wondered why they did not simply cast a silencing charm on the infernal bell instead. The wizarding town was very near to a muggle village and the old church resided right smack in the middle of them, it seemed though the noise cost the muggles no small amount of discomfort they were now so used to it that they referred to it in delightful tones. Trilby had reason to believe they were all stark raving mad after hearing simply a few chimes from it, she wanted nothing more than to be at a safe distance in order to get to the wizarding town.

She did not know how muggles and wizards lived so closely together but it seemed to work well enough, quite possibly plenty of charms were used but she also wondered how often the muggles needed to be wiped of certain memories. The breeze that blew up about her was cool and she pulled her scarf about her tighter she made her way past the winding street into the heart of the town. There were typical wizarding shops about but for now she had need of only one and that was the potions store. Glancing about however she saw no sign to indicate an apothecary any where and decided that it must be down one of the many alley ways that wound from the main street. After trying two she opted for asking someone instead so as not to waste any more of the daylight. It was typical of course that no one speaking English abounded and she merely got strange looks for speaking French to the two people she asked. Knowing she was back to her original idea of walking down each alley she did just that. This particular one looked gloomy even in the daylight and she found herself after two hundred yards or so turning about to make a hasty retreat back onto the main street. It was then that a figure stood before her, sneered and grabbed at her bag with a swift cutting action the strap of the brown leather holdall was slashed and the bag subsequently whipped from her shoulder. Her assailant pushed her aside where she stumbled against a metal railing, bumping her hip and causing her to groan aloud as the hand that gripped the railing to steady herself cut against a rusted nail. Trilby reached for her wand to deter her attacker from escaping any further but realised it was still in her bag. The bag that was in the clutches of a tall rough looking man intent on rushing off. She knew she had to get to him before he apparated out of sight or put a disillusionment charm on himself. It didn't dawn on her that her assailant was a muggle from the neighbouring village and couldn't escape by magical means.
"Help!" she called out before turning to give chase herself, the pain in her hand excruciating though it was her side that she held. Not for a moment did she think anyone would really come to her aid, no one had certainly been about to give her directions.

 

[Krasimir Zhefarovich]

Krasimir’s dark eyes turned to stare down the street avidly. It was filled to the brim with muggles of all sorts that usually came down these streets to shop. He never allowed them inside the shop though. To the muggle eye the shop simply appeared as always being closed. But to a witch or Wizard it was open for specified hours, he allowed the magical folk inside but due to Asparuh and the family’s orders not all magical folk really wanted to be inside the shop anyways. Right now it was pretty much closed to everyone because Krasimir was on break. He had things to restock but he was procrastinating on doing that at the moment. He ran this business by order of his family and sometimes it got tiresome. Particularly for those customers that felt the need to touch everything and ended up touching something that forced one to become cursed. It amused him at times and other times it made him want to execute the existence of man itself. Muggles were so annoying at times; Krasimir didn’t even know why he was bothering to watch their antics. Sometimes he just did because it amused and comforted him to look down upon something. As others would describe him as being, Krasimir was known for having two very distinct personalities. He could be mean, sarcastic, and bitter at one point. Then he could become gentle and welcoming the next. Though, the softer side of him was rarely seen. He didn’t really like others to walk all over him and thing he was too soft and kind. He preferred them to be afraid to and less likely to get in his way. Plus there was the whole issue with the blood status thing. If they were pure he was more likely to open up quickly. If they were not them he’d probably feel less compelled to treat those he associated with less like human beings and more like beasts that needed to be destroyed. The old church bells chimed loudly and Krasimir released a breath and uncrossed his arms. He loved the church bells. They calmed him and often helped him to keep time. When the last bell chimed Krasimir stepped away from the wall and decided to himself to patrol the street until it was scheduled time to open the shop. He might give himself fifteen minutes of extra time to stock the shelves with needed items and then open. As a shop that sells dark products the items he sold were surprisingly in high demand for a time of piece.

Krasimir had been pacing the streets for a good ten minutes before he heard the shrill cry of women whom appeared to be struggling with a man who was after her purse. He recognized her vaguely only because she had been walking down the street earlier. However, she appeared to be more than just a muggle. So why did she allow the man to take her purse. She didn’t speak Bulgarian either. This was indeed sad. A snort left Krasimir before grabbed the tall man by the upper arm and held him in place. ”That’s an awful feminine looking bag for a man to be carrying around. Get lost you pathetic worm.” He spoke to the man in Bulgarian. Krasimir rolled his eyes and pulled the bag away from the man before he shoved the body aside and watched as the pathetic worm scrambled away. He certainly wasn’t the bravest of thieves was he? The women must have spoken English so Krasimir would try to give her back the damned purse by speaking what English he knew. He approached her frantic form and stared down at her. She was small and cute, like a little mouse. He held her purse out stiffly and waited for her to take it. Krasimir was tall and toned; he could break her like a toothpick if he wanted. But he figured it would deter her from taking the purse from him. ”A little mouse like you shouldn’t be roaming around streets like these. Maybe next time you’ll remember that as a witch you do have the ability to use magic. Don’t let this happen again.” Krasimir’s voice was strong and cold. He wished she would take it and allow him to go. Eventually the man grew annoyed to the point where he dropped the bag on the ground in front of her and turned to leave. Women were obnoxious sometimes

 

[Trilby Kiedis]

She had not gone far when a man stepped forward apprehending the petty criminal in moments and retrieving her bag. Trilby stared on dazed and bewildered, delighted that some one had come to her aid. This delight was short lived however when the tall man approached her and gave her such a caustic look that she felt herself shrinking from it and him. Her gaze shifted to her purse and tentatively she reached out a hand to take it from him. She could well understand why the assailant had put up no struggle with this man, he was handsome but terrifying in how he held himself and simply how he looked. Wanting to say thank you she found the words impossible to come out of a tightened throat, at least she was tongue tied until he spoke to her. His broken English was said coldly and with a powerful strength punctuating each word. Her fingers tightened about her bag and she took it from him and held it to herself a moment.

Her gaze flickered between the bag and the man before she spoke, straightening herself to her full height she all but glowered at him.
"I am not a mouse" she retorted, glad to be speaking at least with another magical person but did it seriously have to be someone so curt and rude? "I am well able to take care of myself ... usually. Thank you for your help. I won't bother you any further."
She certainly wasn't about to tell him that she had been so shocked by the incident that all natural reflexes to use even wordless magic had fled her. She hated being in a strange country with strange people who could not even speak a decent language! Turning to walk away she faltered as she remembered something.
"Actually ... considering you do speak English ... somewhat and you are a wizard, where is the alchemist shop here ... please?" the please got added on as an after thought, Trilby just wanted to be out of his way and fast.