Rose had only seen him out of the corner of her eye, when she was leaving the old seamstresses' house.  She was a misty-eyed old thing, soapy and degenerate from an over-reliance on drink, but she could sew like the finest atelier in Paris.  Rose kept her supplied with food and drink, even paid her rent, in exchange for sewing work and costumes for the girls of her music hall.  She had been dropping off fabric and had been just shutting the door behind her when she saw him exiting another house on the row, looking grim.  The darkness in the alley hid all but some of the detail of his face and form. 


She was sure it was him! Healers bag and all! It had been nearly 10 years since she had seen him, they had both changed a great deal since then, but she had to know for certain.  She had tracked him and the lady he had been with down the alleys and the darkened streets of Hogsmeade.  Could he possibly be here in England? After all of this time? 


She had thought herself subtle and well hidden, up until the moment he stopped and turned to face her.  Cursing the fact that she had forgotten her wand, she fished a small switchblade out of her purse, a lady should never be entirely unprepared- it was dangerous in her line of work and London especially of late. It had been less than 6 months ago since another Ripper victim had been found.  Although Hogsmeade wasn't London, and the man had a wand, not a blade. 


'What are you doing here?' she asked her tone icy but vaguely controlled, what little threat a woman, albeit one with a blade posed to a male wizard who was armed.

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