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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
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- Widow
- Age
- 45
Having gotten far away from Stark Manor, Estrella soon found herself in the streets of London, but she was unable to stop running. The fear that attacked her was indescribable, her rage knowing no bounds.
Vladmir. Dad, she thought angrily. Right now, if given the opportunity, she probably would have killed the two men. She wanted to know who the third murderer was also.
Unable to run any longer, Estrella slowed to a walk, crossing her arms over her chest. She had no winter clothing, and would soon freeze to death if she didn't find warmth someplace soon. Her lungs constricted in pain as she tried to figure out what had happened.
Somehow, she had blown everything up, she was pretty sure of it. But her guilt soon claimed her. She had left behind Liz and Sophia, without even considering them. What was she going to do? She would have to go back for them.
She was cast odd glances by strangers in the streets as she kept to the lights of the buildings. Surely, no one would attack her in the open.
All of a sudden, she saw a friendly looking tavern. But it was odd, as people strolled right by it, no muggles going in or out. As she saw someone apparate, however, she was sure that it was a wizarding spot.
She controlled the urge to punch her fist in the air in victory, and ran to the entrance of the tavern. The storm was picking up outside, and she needed to warm up. Even if she didn't have any money, she would have a temporary place for shelter.
She was met with the sounds of people talking and enjoying themselves, filled with Christmas spirit. She avoided looking at anyone, trying to hide her bruised face. If she wanted anything at the moment, it was not to attract attention to herself.
She took a seat at the bar, putting her head in her arms. She was so tired, and worn out. The bartender gave her a butterbeer, not charging her, and she thanked him quietly. Taking a sip of the drink, she turned her back to the door as the warm sensation spread throughout her body.
She did not notice the two men who strolled in the door casually.
Vladmir. Dad, she thought angrily. Right now, if given the opportunity, she probably would have killed the two men. She wanted to know who the third murderer was also.
Unable to run any longer, Estrella slowed to a walk, crossing her arms over her chest. She had no winter clothing, and would soon freeze to death if she didn't find warmth someplace soon. Her lungs constricted in pain as she tried to figure out what had happened.
Somehow, she had blown everything up, she was pretty sure of it. But her guilt soon claimed her. She had left behind Liz and Sophia, without even considering them. What was she going to do? She would have to go back for them.
She was cast odd glances by strangers in the streets as she kept to the lights of the buildings. Surely, no one would attack her in the open.
All of a sudden, she saw a friendly looking tavern. But it was odd, as people strolled right by it, no muggles going in or out. As she saw someone apparate, however, she was sure that it was a wizarding spot.
She controlled the urge to punch her fist in the air in victory, and ran to the entrance of the tavern. The storm was picking up outside, and she needed to warm up. Even if she didn't have any money, she would have a temporary place for shelter.
She was met with the sounds of people talking and enjoying themselves, filled with Christmas spirit. She avoided looking at anyone, trying to hide her bruised face. If she wanted anything at the moment, it was not to attract attention to herself.
She took a seat at the bar, putting her head in her arms. She was so tired, and worn out. The bartender gave her a butterbeer, not charging her, and she thanked him quietly. Taking a sip of the drink, she turned her back to the door as the warm sensation spread throughout her body.
She did not notice the two men who strolled in the door casually.