Remembering Sarah Kensington
(Day 1)
Sarah Kensington was cold. She had just ended her shift at Club Shadow where she worked nights. It wasn't exactly a high class establishment, but it helped her keep a roof over her head (even though it did leak at times) and a small amount of food on the table. She drew her old and worn out trench coat around herself more securely as she continued to walk. The streets were not very well lit which would have made it dangerous for a young woman such as Sarah to be out walking the streets. Fortunately for Sarah, she was no ordinary young woman. She found herself taking a very deep breath as she reached inside her coat pocket, her fingers closing themselves firmly around her wand.
*Flashback*
She'd been standing in the middle of Ollivander's wand shop for nearly two hours and her "wand arm" had begun to get very sore from all of that frantic waving around. Mr. Ollivander had handed her wand after wand but it seemed to be of no use.
The wand chooses the witch or wizard! He reminded her as he once again disappeared between the shelves. She could barely hear him continue to mumble under his breath as he searched for another wand for her to try (or try her she supposed). But what if none of the wands 'liked' her? What if she had to stand in that shop forever, waving wand after wand until her arm literally fell off? As if her appearance wasn't already mangled enough by the jagged scar that ran almost from hip bone all the way down to her ankle. Her mental ramblings were interrupted by Mr. Ollivander's voice as he suddenly appeared in front of her, another wand in hand.
"Here we are." He very gently removed the wand from its box and handed it to Sarah. Twelve and half inches, Yew, with Dragon Heartstring at its core. It's a bit longer than average, but ideal for jinxes and hexes," he told her. Sarah took the wand in her hand and the effect was immediate. Her arm began to tingle, and she could detect a feeling of warmth suddenly beginning to spread from her fingertips all the way up her arm to her shoulder. It was the first time she'd ever felt anything like that in a long time.
*End flashback*
Sarah snapped herself out of her thoughts only to realize that she had managed to reach her destination, a very posh hotel where a very wealthy muggle politician was waiting for her in one of the suites on the top floor. Yes, turning tricks as a prostitute was Sarah's other part-time job, and while sometimes it did bring in some decent money (like it would tonight), it was not something Sarah was very proud of. She would have liked to have said that she probably knew more about the male politicians in the British government more than their significant others did. Like who liked to put their pants on one leg at a time. Unfortunately, not even knowing where the bodies were buried gave her much pleasure.
Thank Merlin I'm a witch, she thought to herself as she pulled a small vial out of one of her coat pockets and downed it like a shot of Firewhiskey, something she would probably need after this was over. And thank you to contraceptive potions, she thought as the doors to the lift finished closing and she pushed the button for the proper floor.
(Day 2)
Mornings after such jobs usually started a little something like this: No one with any sort of a reputation to uphold (no matter whether or not they were of the magical or non-magical persuasion, and Sarah did perform services for both) would have wanted it known that they were having any sort of sexual relations with someone other than their spouses, therefore Sarah usually found herself making a hasty exit early the next morning. She barely glanced at the lump beside her on the bed as she quickly, and quietly, got up and dressed herself. She took the designated amount of money off of the top of the little night stand beside the bed and left the room quietly. When she got downstairs she found herself a safe place to apparate where she would not be heard and disappeared.
When Sarah finally made it to her own bed in the wee hours of the morning, she really didn't have time to do much else but flop into bed and immediately go to sleep. However, her rest was not about to go undisturbed. As soon as she fell asleep, she was immediately thrown into a nightmare.
*Nightmare Sequence*
Ten year old Sarah stared at the wooded area around here. Her parents were having guests over that afternoon and her mother had ordered her to stay outside of the house because, apparently, children should be neither heard NOR seen. Both of Sarah's parents were pureblooded wizards with pureblood ideas and therefore they had raised their daughter to believe that anyone with less than pureblood status was not worthy of being a wizard (or witch if the case may be) and any other beliefs that respectable purebloods went by. It had taken Sarah all of about two hours before she became bored, and having never really been anywhere that was off the grounds of her home, she decided it would be interesting to see what was on the other side of the garden wall. Unfortunately, she wondered too far away from the house and got lost.
Suddenly, searing pain, growling, screaming, and then darkness.
*End*