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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Oct 2, 2010 18:44:31 GMT -5
Rigoletto moved threw Hogsmeade there was many smells, that he picked up & sounds as well though he was here taking in the relaxing idea he could with the fall of the Dark Lord the one that had cursed him & yet even with his fall there was a smell in the air that was there but, was not if it could be explained.
Fear was still here but, that was likely because the D.E. that where still lose though he would hunt them down & bring them in as he had many others if need be. He remained alert as he moved, incase there was a danger that he would need to or more so have to deal with.
Rigoletto had his mask in place but, many had got used to it & did not stare at him though the eye behind the mask at times was hallow but, then at others it would flicker with the flicker of life.
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Post by Jamie Smith on Dec 30, 2010 13:00:22 GMT -5
Jamie exited the bar, stepping into ankle deep snow. Luckily, her boots came up to her knees. She walked, keeping the Dark potion inside a picket in her cloak. She had just bought it off a merchant that had recently aligned himself with the Death Eaters. Jamie felt her wand in her pocket along with the potion, a smirk growing on her face...
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Dec 30, 2010 13:39:23 GMT -5
The snow that covered the ground was not likely over with but right now it was ankle deep though it did not bother him. Yet if it keep up it could bother many people & there business, that they had. As Rigoletto walked he was approaching a bar, not that there was not quite a few of them some where just now know well & others where more avoided unless you where looking for trouble.
Rigoletto though he smell something in the air that was off but, he could not place it. Though it was likely a smell form the bar, for there was any number of smell that would be there but, he keep his guard all the same as he walked on.
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Post by Jamie Smith on Dec 30, 2010 14:31:50 GMT -5
Jamie walked past Rigoletto, hardly sparing him a glanced. At his attire, Jamie raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, brushing past him and keeping her cloak close to herself, feeling the bottle and her wand bouncing against her leg as she walked along...
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Dec 30, 2010 22:53:44 GMT -5
As Jamie passed him Rigoletto though he smelled somthing, a darker potion & that made him stop in his tracks as he glaced over his shoulder at Jamie's disappering form. Though what he could tell of the potion it was nothing to bad unless one knew how to make it with other potions, somthing few knew though he knew of one. But, more he watched to figuer out who it was he passed not so much in looks but, smell so he could track them later, if need be. With that he turned back around heading where he had be going before he stopped.
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