November 16, 1888 - London
It was certainly not a day off. No matter how many times several of her employees had insisted that she should take one. Simply because she wasn't at the home did not mean that she had the day off. It was a supply run. Nothing more, nothing less. Wood was one thing she needed to get, as well as possibly getting another outfit for work. Stains were becoming quite a pain, and asking her few wizarding employees for anti-stain spells constantly was getting annoying. That, and she liked to keep up with current fashion sometimes.
As she looked at her list, she hadn't really thought about stopping to do so. That led to bumping into someone. Looking up, she sighed to herself. "My apologies. I should have been far more careful." She stated politely. Taking more of a look at the other person, she noticed that he was... like her. Another vampire. Not a strange sight for the owner of a funeral home run by them. But still, it was strange to see one that didn't work for her.
As she looked at her list, she hadn't really thought about stopping to do so. That led to bumping into someone. Looking up, she sighed to herself. "My apologies. I should have been far more careful." She stated politely. Taking more of a look at the other person, she noticed that he was... like her. Another vampire. Not a strange sight for the owner of a funeral home run by them. But still, it was strange to see one that didn't work for her.
