Firr Marie
Active Member
- Messages
- 44
- OOC First Name
- Tenilee
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Age
- 5/2004
It looked like a darling place to weigh anchor, Firr decided. All these sweet little shops scattered around the beach with a cobbled path leading up to the old wooden harbour. There was no chance in Hogwarts that she was going to pay to hook her boat up and the flame-haired sailtress settled for confunding the muggle tier master instead of paying. It would have been thrilling to risk a stand off with the coast guard as she refused to pay the fee, but in the end she was too damn hungry to bother. It would end up being a great fight but eventually the ministry would become involved if she ended up cursing too many muggles. Places like these were not often rich but Firr supposed that there would be an abundance of food and friendly folk. There was no way to pay for said food unless you were one of those friendly folk, though. Or at least someone with a job. So tonight was revelry mixed with work. It was time to pick a pocket or two. She headed towards a lowly tavern first, where the occupants were mainly drunken and disorderly. Technically it was more dangerous if she was caught with her hand dipped into the side of a man's trousers, but at the same time the lot of them probably wouldn't be able to tell their heads from their *rses. It should be a profitable night.
Firr had a good lot of muggle money by the time she tramped out of the tavern. Her pockets were jingling quite satisfactorily. Now it was time to move on to get some real goods; wizard money. It was strange because both were equally useful but muggle money was considered inferior by wizards, and if muggles knew about the hubcap-sized galleons they'd probably scorn that, too. With the means to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, Firr considered herself quite well off on both circumstances and considered both kinds of humans to be quite stupid. Why have one when you could have it all? Then again, when Firr couldn't be *rsed to steal, Firr went hungry. That was just the way things were. Now she approached what she knew was a wizard area, due to the muggles' eyes sliding right past it. It was getting quite late and her stomach began to protest. The barn-like restaurant she entered was warm and smelt deliciously of pumpkin pasties. Stealing from wizards was significantly harder than drunk muggles. There was a nicely dressed man standing beside the bar at the front, his face screened from her as she approached from behind. An ornate coin in her pocket grew cool as she neared; he was not using any theft-protective charms. Firr smiled and walked up with a casual gait. She slipped her hand into his back pocket...
Firr had a good lot of muggle money by the time she tramped out of the tavern. Her pockets were jingling quite satisfactorily. Now it was time to move on to get some real goods; wizard money. It was strange because both were equally useful but muggle money was considered inferior by wizards, and if muggles knew about the hubcap-sized galleons they'd probably scorn that, too. With the means to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, Firr considered herself quite well off on both circumstances and considered both kinds of humans to be quite stupid. Why have one when you could have it all? Then again, when Firr couldn't be *rsed to steal, Firr went hungry. That was just the way things were. Now she approached what she knew was a wizard area, due to the muggles' eyes sliding right past it. It was getting quite late and her stomach began to protest. The barn-like restaurant she entered was warm and smelt deliciously of pumpkin pasties. Stealing from wizards was significantly harder than drunk muggles. There was a nicely dressed man standing beside the bar at the front, his face screened from her as she approached from behind. An ornate coin in her pocket grew cool as she neared; he was not using any theft-protective charms. Firr smiled and walked up with a casual gait. She slipped her hand into his back pocket...