01-02-2017, 10:03 PM
Of course someone had to go and mess with the fireworks at the New Years Eve celebration in Hogsmeade. And of course Cora had to get home somehow and she was sure that Floo would be safer than Apparation. Although when the green flames subsided, she was sure she did not make it far as she stumbled into a dimly lit shop that she could only assume meant it was clearly after hours. She gulped. Cora had fallen to one knee and she glanced around. It was eerily quiet. She heard footsteps and what she thought was the sound of a cloak sweeping across the wooden floor.
Cora clenched her hands into tight fists, knuckles turning white. She felt the color drain from her face. Surely she was in the wrong place. Surely though this shop catered to a different clientele no one would hurt her. Or maybe that was Cora being beyond naive and she hoped that someone wouldn't hurt her even though they could.
"Who's there?" she croaked. She took one fist to steady herself on the ground while she drew her wand. Hopefully Defense Against the Dark Arts taught her something useful enough to use in this scenario though she was terribly out of practice.
as of January 1886, Cora has blonde hair as a result of a spell gone wrong