Summertime on Knockturn Alley was never pleasant. Indeed, it must have been the most unpleasant time of year, as far as most were concerned. And by most, I mean everybody except for Jacques, Morrigan and their boys...
Jacques Devereux was an ordinary-looking lad, appearing to be in his early twenties. He had golden hair that fell about his ears and curled at the nape of his neck, and laughing green eyes. He was admittedly very tall, around 6'1, and as slim as his lifestyle would allow. His family name was known very well in the Dark Lord's inner circles, in fact his parents were two of his most loyal and trustworthy servants, and so had his Uncle been, until the poor man had been sent to Azkaban, where he'd died a miserable death. But the fact is that if one were to mention the name Jacques, the mind would jump immediately to the Devereux boy.
Morrigan Daniels was Jacques' best friend, or at least she would have been, had either of them believed in best friends, or even true friends for that matter. She was, admittedly, beautiful, with coffee-coloured skin, and hair and eyes of equally deep blue. Her family name wasn't so well-known, but her parents had been the Dark Lord's servants, until both of them were killed by an Auror by name of Ashleigh. Morrigan made sure she regretted ever meeting -her- parents after that, but that's an entirely different story. The fact is that she and her 'friend' were two of the most successful people on Knockturn Alley.
One may ask what I mean by 'their boys'. Surely Morrigan and Jacques had never had a child together? In fact, they hadn't. They had jointly owned a small number of teenage boys for a while, and said boys were made to whore themselves out on random corners. But word of the pair had reached the Dark Lord, and he had made an agreement with them - if anybody he chose to have as his servants had relatives between the ages of fourteen and nineteen, he would send the boys over to the rather well-off pair. In return, they would be sure not to object when their boys were summoned to him, and just to note, this could be at any time.
As I was saying, Summer was an awful month for the visitors of Knockturn Alley, as it was frightfully warm, and still none of them dared to wear any less than they did in the Winter months, or any lighter colours to reflect the sunlight. So there would be many a person walking about, drenched in sweat and panting horribly. But the boys standing - or leaning against walls, whichever was the case - on the corners tended to go barefoot, and wear as little as possible, so that they were a little less prone to the intense heat. But a few of them would make the most of it, pretending to be swelteringly hot, and lounge against a wall, sticking their hips out slightly as if beckoning, their expressions betraying nothing of their ulterior motive. This was the way of these people, and there was nothing - not even wizarding law - that would stand in its way.
Jacques Devereux was an ordinary-looking lad, appearing to be in his early twenties. He had golden hair that fell about his ears and curled at the nape of his neck, and laughing green eyes. He was admittedly very tall, around 6'1, and as slim as his lifestyle would allow. His family name was known very well in the Dark Lord's inner circles, in fact his parents were two of his most loyal and trustworthy servants, and so had his Uncle been, until the poor man had been sent to Azkaban, where he'd died a miserable death. But the fact is that if one were to mention the name Jacques, the mind would jump immediately to the Devereux boy.
Morrigan Daniels was Jacques' best friend, or at least she would have been, had either of them believed in best friends, or even true friends for that matter. She was, admittedly, beautiful, with coffee-coloured skin, and hair and eyes of equally deep blue. Her family name wasn't so well-known, but her parents had been the Dark Lord's servants, until both of them were killed by an Auror by name of Ashleigh. Morrigan made sure she regretted ever meeting -her- parents after that, but that's an entirely different story. The fact is that she and her 'friend' were two of the most successful people on Knockturn Alley.
One may ask what I mean by 'their boys'. Surely Morrigan and Jacques had never had a child together? In fact, they hadn't. They had jointly owned a small number of teenage boys for a while, and said boys were made to whore themselves out on random corners. But word of the pair had reached the Dark Lord, and he had made an agreement with them - if anybody he chose to have as his servants had relatives between the ages of fourteen and nineteen, he would send the boys over to the rather well-off pair. In return, they would be sure not to object when their boys were summoned to him, and just to note, this could be at any time.
As I was saying, Summer was an awful month for the visitors of Knockturn Alley, as it was frightfully warm, and still none of them dared to wear any less than they did in the Winter months, or any lighter colours to reflect the sunlight. So there would be many a person walking about, drenched in sweat and panting horribly. But the boys standing - or leaning against walls, whichever was the case - on the corners tended to go barefoot, and wear as little as possible, so that they were a little less prone to the intense heat. But a few of them would make the most of it, pretending to be swelteringly hot, and lounge against a wall, sticking their hips out slightly as if beckoning, their expressions betraying nothing of their ulterior motive. This was the way of these people, and there was nothing - not even wizarding law - that would stand in its way.