NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM
A.N.~ Hey y'all this is a change of pace for me, 'cause I usually do the lovey-dovey sort of story, and now I'm doing a sort of darker fic...so read and enjoy and review!!!! *Ciao*
She fingered the chopstick that was holding her hair up, momentarily. Then slowly slid it from the bun at the base of her neck, careful as not to pierce her skin. She twirled it in her fingers, a placid look upon her face. She glanced at the man across from her and smiled a cold sort of smirk. The man across from her shivered noticeably, weather if was from her cold demeanor or from lack of heavy clothing, he didn't know. What he did know is that he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
"So I guess I'll be leaving now," He pushed his chair away from the table. He went to reach for the parcel that was between them, then with out warning the woman stopped twirling the chopstick and speared into his arm. Instantly he could feel the white-hot poison enter his blood stream and flow through his body, killing him slowly. Within moments he slumped onto the table dead.
"I guess you will be leaving now," the woman said twisting her hair into another bun and slipping the chopstick back into place. She grabbed the parcel that was between them and turned on her heel and left the murder site. She walked out of the restaurant and into the cold winter night, the click of her heels echoing into the night after her.
No one would find the dead man until later that night, the owner of the restaurant would find him and try and wake him up, think he was asleep, not knowing that where his head lay was covering a heavy lesion. She would scream, then owl the ministry. And when they deciphered how this man, Thomas McGuire, who was one of the most powerful and respected Aroua , was killed by the most notorious dark witch, Hermione Granger, by her weapon of choice, poison coated hair pin.
A.N.~ Okay you've read it now, now you REVIEW!!! Okay then, now I'm gonna go....*toddles off singing Weird Al's 'You make me'*
A.N.~ Hey y'all this is a change of pace for me, 'cause I usually do the lovey-dovey sort of story, and now I'm doing a sort of darker fic...so read and enjoy and review!!!! *Ciao*
She fingered the chopstick that was holding her hair up, momentarily. Then slowly slid it from the bun at the base of her neck, careful as not to pierce her skin. She twirled it in her fingers, a placid look upon her face. She glanced at the man across from her and smiled a cold sort of smirk. The man across from her shivered noticeably, weather if was from her cold demeanor or from lack of heavy clothing, he didn't know. What he did know is that he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
"So I guess I'll be leaving now," He pushed his chair away from the table. He went to reach for the parcel that was between them, then with out warning the woman stopped twirling the chopstick and speared into his arm. Instantly he could feel the white-hot poison enter his blood stream and flow through his body, killing him slowly. Within moments he slumped onto the table dead.
"I guess you will be leaving now," the woman said twisting her hair into another bun and slipping the chopstick back into place. She grabbed the parcel that was between them and turned on her heel and left the murder site. She walked out of the restaurant and into the cold winter night, the click of her heels echoing into the night after her.
No one would find the dead man until later that night, the owner of the restaurant would find him and try and wake him up, think he was asleep, not knowing that where his head lay was covering a heavy lesion. She would scream, then owl the ministry. And when they deciphered how this man, Thomas McGuire, who was one of the most powerful and respected Aroua , was killed by the most notorious dark witch, Hermione Granger, by her weapon of choice, poison coated hair pin.
A.N.~ Okay you've read it now, now you REVIEW!!! Okay then, now I'm gonna go....*toddles off singing Weird Al's 'You make me'*