- Messages
- 17
- Wand
- 10¼" Ebony Wood, Core of a dragon heartstring
Word wasn't something that Victor had trouble intercepting. Several of words had reached his ear all saying the same thing. Strange noises, sounds, voices. Apparently there was a presence roaming through Bleak Street and Victor being as curious as he was, couldn't exactly down his interest in the topic. Walking into the streets of Bleak street Victor took his gaze to stretch across the dark road before him. God thing's were bad up in Bleak Street, and apart from the point that Victor hated it some what, he had no choice but to go there to find out what he was looking for. Trotting along he brushed passed a lot of Dark Wizard, eying him up for who he was and where he worked. "Hello there... I-" thats as far as he got to talking to any body in the street, he would be cut off by the instant jog that they all broke into to get away from a 'Ministry official' especially one of his class, a Hit Wizard. Browsing some of the shops and people around him, Victor had to find some one that would talk to him about what he wished to know about, the Dark Presence of Bleak street.
Stepping off to the side of the Path he was on, he looked at some of the dark figures that brushed back and forward the front of him. God it was uncomfortable to be some one so out of place in a place that was known for its deepest and darkest secrets. The Odds of Victor being told anything at all were almost nil any way. 'I may as well just get the hell out of here while i still can...' he thought to himself, and was in many ways right to do so. Any ministry Official would want to be in and out of Bleak Street A.S.A.P, But not Victor he was too determined to get this information in his head, in the end it would probably help him in the long run. That's what Victor thought about everything, so long as he was craving to hear the story behind it.
Stepping off to the side of the Path he was on, he looked at some of the dark figures that brushed back and forward the front of him. God it was uncomfortable to be some one so out of place in a place that was known for its deepest and darkest secrets. The Odds of Victor being told anything at all were almost nil any way. 'I may as well just get the hell out of here while i still can...' he thought to himself, and was in many ways right to do so. Any ministry Official would want to be in and out of Bleak Street A.S.A.P, But not Victor he was too determined to get this information in his head, in the end it would probably help him in the long run. That's what Victor thought about everything, so long as he was craving to hear the story behind it.