May 2nd, 1895 — Hogsmeade; The Slums

Noémie's eyes would dart between the overflowing bins and the watchful eyes of the few who had dared to venture onto her part of Hogsmeade. On this day, however, the wind had carried a strange scent; it lingered in the air. Intrigued by this foul smell, she would follow the trail, her shoes clicking softly on the uneven cobblestones.

The scent would lead her to part of the slums she doesn't usually go to. Her eyes gazed at the figure before her, unsure of what they were doing. "Hi," Noémie said after moments of silence, "...Are you lost?"

---

Daesyn Mackenzie

  

Daesyn clipped on the stones as she moved through Hogsmeade, she had been looking for a dead drop, a little hidden cache where her exceptionally discreet contact should have left her the name and address of a prominent muggle in possession of a very valuable magic artifact. Muggles, it could be glowing with instructions on how to turn glass into diamond and they would still treat it as a paperweight.

As her hand and along the stone wall she was startled and found herself instinctively reaching for her wand but then she checked herself. "Oh, hi. Lovely day isn't it?" she smiled and dusted her hand on her trousers checking the pocket that contained her Aspen. "Hmm, lost isn't quite the word. Dropped my coin purse you see." she lied, she laughed.

---

Noémie Gravesend

  

---

Thank you MJ for this art

Noémie would raise an eyebrow. "Coin purse, eh?" Noémie said, "...Where did you drop it? And I do agree that today is lovely."

She's not one to walk around during the day unless protected from the sun in some way, due to her species. Noémie would wait patiently for the stranger's answer. She had all the time in the world to see what the stranger could come up with.

---

Daesyn Mackenzie

[

The following 1 user Likes Noémie Gravesend's post:1 user Likes Noémie Gravesend's post
   Violetta DeCroix

Daesyn was quick to think on her feet. "A young chap was a little careless with his cart and I had to dart to one side. That was my first guess, but unfortunately it was not to be found. Perhaps it is gone." she eyed up the other woman with a little suspiscion, realising the hour, the only women that were usually up and about at this time were street walkers and those that were up to no good. "What keeps you up? Couldn't sleep?" she winked, you didn't tell a lady of the night thats what you thought she was but the implication was there for her to find if she wanted to.

---

Noémie Gravesend

  

---

Thank you MJ for this art

Noémie would chuckle at the stranger's wink. "I guess you can say that," she shared. "I tend to find solace in the beauty of the night. It seems that the stars whisper their own stories while I'm in their company."

She would take a brief pause, quietly clearing her throat. "You couldn't sleep either?" Noémie asked. She wanted to do the best she could to make conversation.

---

Daesyn Mackenzie

The following 1 user Likes Noémie Gravesend's post:1 user Likes Noémie Gravesend's post
   Daesyn Mackenzie

Daesyn nodded and shrugged at the question, she mostly slept but she found there was always something to do and half the time that had her out at the dead of night trying to connect with the dark underbelly of society. "Got any tips to help a girl sleep, Ive tried a drink, I've tried valerian, but no such luck, just me, on my own staring at the stars." she looked up at the sky and watched the stars twinkling at her, it would be dawn before long so she really had better try to sleep.

"How about you tell me what the stars are whispering?" she laughed and came a little closer to the lady of the night.

---

Noémie Gravesend

  

---

Thank you MJ for this art

Noémie chuckled softly once more, the sound of it like the brush of velvet against stone. Her gaze, however, became sharp and far too knowing. "Sleep? Ah, a quaint human preoccupation, isn't it?" she asked, her tone becoming playful. "As for the stars... They whisper only what you wish to hear, I assure you."

---

Daesyn Mackenzie

  

Daesyn felt the woman's eyes almost piercing her as she judged her for being... human? What? "Aren't you?" it was hardly uncommon to encounter non-humans in the streets of Hogwarts, but this woman had nothing to give away an unusual heritage. There was a couple of options that sprung to the cursebreakers mind. "Human, I mean." she laughed, realising her fingers were now wrapped neatly around her wand. Just in case.

---

Noémie Gravesend

  

---

Thank you MJ for this art