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?"

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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.

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Noémie Gravesend

  

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Thank you MJ for this art