Ruth Adler-Roux
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- Beth
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- Yew Wand, Essence of Crystallized Dragon Fire, 12 ½"
Night had fallen and the tree tops melted into the blackened sky. October brought with it a chill breeze which curled around shoulders, stroking necks and sending ice down spines. Perhaps an alleyway in an unknown neighborhood, was not the best place to be right now..
Ruth's deep brown eyes gleamed in the moonlight, the stars framing her face beautifully. Her red hair was tied firmly behind her head, fixed in a neat bun. Heavy grey furs draped over her pale, slender shoulders, shielding her from the coarse wind.
As Ruth walked, she was careful to keep her wand at her side. It was not safe for a woman to walk the streets alone at this hour. Ruth knew that. Still, she did not fear an attacker. Especially not a muggle. But maybe Ruth was a little more alert than she realized as she heard the soft sound of footsteps not too far away. Ruth's mouth opened slightly as she turned to look, to speak, but there was nothing there. Just a shadow of a tree, waving in the wind. Ruth shook her head. Come on, Ruth, she thought to herself as she began journeying along the alleyway once more, in hope of reaching the not-so local muggle pub. Stop hoping someone is there.
It was true, though. Ruth had rather hoped for the excitement of a stranger looming from the darkness, her heart racing fast with mingled fear and anticipation-- But Ruth scarcely had such 'luck'. It was a one-off that she was even out tonight rather than at the mansion before the warmth of a fire, curled up in her chair, book in one hand, wine in the other.
Why on earth she was going to a muggle pub, Ruth didn't know: She had yet to decide what she wanted from life. She didn't know whether to favor muggles or to kill them. She longed for someone to kick her mind into shape and tell her what she wanted.
Ruth's deep brown eyes gleamed in the moonlight, the stars framing her face beautifully. Her red hair was tied firmly behind her head, fixed in a neat bun. Heavy grey furs draped over her pale, slender shoulders, shielding her from the coarse wind.
As Ruth walked, she was careful to keep her wand at her side. It was not safe for a woman to walk the streets alone at this hour. Ruth knew that. Still, she did not fear an attacker. Especially not a muggle. But maybe Ruth was a little more alert than she realized as she heard the soft sound of footsteps not too far away. Ruth's mouth opened slightly as she turned to look, to speak, but there was nothing there. Just a shadow of a tree, waving in the wind. Ruth shook her head. Come on, Ruth, she thought to herself as she began journeying along the alleyway once more, in hope of reaching the not-so local muggle pub. Stop hoping someone is there.
It was true, though. Ruth had rather hoped for the excitement of a stranger looming from the darkness, her heart racing fast with mingled fear and anticipation-- But Ruth scarcely had such 'luck'. It was a one-off that she was even out tonight rather than at the mansion before the warmth of a fire, curled up in her chair, book in one hand, wine in the other.
Why on earth she was going to a muggle pub, Ruth didn't know: She had yet to decide what she wanted from life. She didn't know whether to favor muggles or to kill them. She longed for someone to kick her mind into shape and tell her what she wanted.