~~@Note from Author: I appreciate those who have taken time to read my puny
little chapter and also responded.
Leya: See ya on the boards mate!! Give everyone mad huggles for me!
Kenna Hijja: I wouldn't suggest reviewing if you can't structure a sentence properly let alone attacking anyone with a strong woman character, and the coincidence is that I AM my character. The sarcasm, it's all me and MY personality, ever hear of conveying yourself in a character role? There is NO RELATION between this character and Penelope Clearwater, mere mistake on my part when creating the character nearly 2 years ago.
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Looking at her trembling older partner she shook her head lightly at his demeanor. Her eyes scanning the allyway as a dark cloaked figure appears from behind a large dustbin at the end of the alley. She de-activated her gauntlet with a slight grimace and reached for her wand slowly as she stepped towards the figure.
"In the name of the Ministry of Magic announce yourself." Stated Amy firmly in a tone that would be befitting of a muggle policeman. Muttering a spell under her breath the tip of her wand lit, casting a faint light along the alley. It's small light shadowing the figure more as he raised his hands, no wand in sight.
A deep hollow sounding voice came from the cloaked mystery man at the end of the alley. "I 'as jus lookin fer a bit'." He said slowly, his tone that of a well worn man.
As she approached she noted a rough looking cardboard tent set up between the dust bins, old cans littered the outside as if to catch rain to drink. "Whassat you say bout magic?" He inquired of the witch. Heaving a sigh she flicked her wand at the clearly homeless muggle.
"Obliviate"
Stashing her wand back in her bag and noting the look on his face she was happy that at least one thing went right today. Shaking his head lightly he looked at Amy quizically as she thrust a crisp ?5 note into his hand. "Thank ye miss, I'll be eatin proper today." He looked happier then he had been in a while she was guessing. He smiled showing his flawed and missing teeth. "Ye shouldn' be in 'ere. you don belong in this alley" He said as he started leadin the Auror out of the alley back to the muggle filled street.
She turned to look around the alley before leaving it, her saphire orbs scanning for any trace of her partner. A fresh wave of fury broke over her coming up short on her search of her partner. He did it again. A low soft growl escaped her parched lips as she straightened her clothing heading for the string of muggle shops again.
"If that ruddy git wants to leave me. fine it's going in the report and I'm going shopping." She muttered furiously to herself.
Adjusting the handbag at her shoulder she headed into a shop called 'Limited' A large smile crossed her visage as she sifted through the racks of the latest muggle fashions. After a few moments she had an armfull of clothes that she needed to try on. Finding her way to a changing room she bumped into Edward. Pulling his arm forcefully she yanked him into a corner near the changing rooms.
"You asshole, you left me back there! He could have been who we were looking for." She stated. "WHAT!! I've been in here for over an hour now talkin to this cute bird, she's gonna join me for a bite tonight." He answered quickly jerking his thumb at a giggly clerk that was about her age, talking to a customer.
"But if that wasn't you.then... oh BOLLACKS"
She rushed out of the store hurridly. Her stack of clothing thrown into one of the sales clerks arms as she fled. After exchanging numbers with the clerk Edward left, following close at Amy's heels. Her blonde locks flowing as the crowd parted allowing her to storm through. Finally catching up to her Edward grabbed her by her upper arm. Without turning around she stated firmly.
"I'm going back to the office" disappearing in a flash of ight from a gap in the crowd.
Arriving near the golden elevator at the Ministry of Magic she looked around for signs of someone following. Satisfied after finding none she stepped inside smoothing out her clothing. Her heels clicking along the vacant corridor she arrived quickly at her office, sitting down and promptly filling out memos and paperwork. The air surrounding her desk was soon filled with the many paper airplanes taking her letters to their recipients. Feeling that her job was done for the day and everything was completed she walked to the apparation spot and disapparated to her flat with a telltale crack.
~~~THE NEXT DAY~~~~
Her days off were nearly as hectic as her work. Showering and dressing quickly she headed off to do her erronds. Sending a few owls at the post and getting things done before attending a match between her favorite Chudley Cannons and the Kenmare Kestrels. Hell had the Cannon's approached her sooner she might be playing Quidditch right now instead of being used by the Ministry. Arriving home after her day out her arms filled with purchases she gasped and dropped them on the porch.
The door was swung wide open, broken glass from it littering the entryway as she cautiously entered her own domicile. Wand drawn she advanced further into her living room. Couch overturned as cushions lay scattered and slashed along the floor with her bed things. Making her way slowly to her bedroom more glass crunched under her boots as the mirror was smashed into the carpeting. A siren in the street alerted her to the muggle police men that had arrived. One of her concerned neighbors had called them after hearing the noise from the burgalars.
Quickly stashing her wand she walked back to her door greeting the policemen.
After all of the investigations she had been through the last few weeks things seemed to be getting back to what should be normal for someone like her. Though there was one thing that was unnerving her.. No suspects. Written on every report from the investigations. They had all landed nil, and it was annoying. To make matters worse her co-workers, namely the secrataries, felt it was their duty to become matchmakers for this young Auror. Despite her many attempts to dodge their requests she ended up being subjected to many nights of muggle and wizard boredome and nervousness. She had to admit it was nice to get her mind off of the odd events and that some of the blokes were actually enjoyable, but she was still plagued with the need of answers. Having visited that same alley trying to find any sign of a death eater she came up short only finding that same homeless mugggle searching for his next bite.
Heaving a sigh of frustration she headed for one of the muggle shops. Smiling as she did some shopping she purchased an outfit for that nights events, yet another blind date. Proceeding to the familiar pub, a bright red head of hair caught her eyes as she was walking though the Leaky Cauldron. Knowing who it was instantly though it had been some time since she had seen him she walked towards him a large smile coming to her lately cross features.
"Charlie??" She called out to the familiar friend.
Hearing a familiar female voice he turned to spot the beauty calling his name. Smiling widly he walked towards her.
"Ames!" He responded. Reaching her he embraced her in a bone crushing hug.
"Hey Charl. what're you doin here? Takin a break from the Reservation?" She asked her saphire blue orbs scanning his face.
"Yeah thought I'd do a bit of shopping before the hollidays." He answered before letting her go.
She held up her hands filled with bags and smirked.
"Same here, whaddya say we get a snack huh?"
"Sounds like a great plan" He smiled back at her.
She was so happy, the company of her best friend, another date tonight and a killer outfit. Today was a great day! Locating a small coffee shop at the end of Diagon Alley, Charlie had led her to a cozy small table in the corner as he left to order. They sat chatting for hours about lame dates, pick up lines and before they knew it the sun was setting. She stood to leave as a hand touched hers.. His. But unlike any other time, this time she felt a small tingle.
Leya: See ya on the boards mate!! Give everyone mad huggles for me!
Kenna Hijja: I wouldn't suggest reviewing if you can't structure a sentence properly let alone attacking anyone with a strong woman character, and the coincidence is that I AM my character. The sarcasm, it's all me and MY personality, ever hear of conveying yourself in a character role? There is NO RELATION between this character and Penelope Clearwater, mere mistake on my part when creating the character nearly 2 years ago.
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Looking at her trembling older partner she shook her head lightly at his demeanor. Her eyes scanning the allyway as a dark cloaked figure appears from behind a large dustbin at the end of the alley. She de-activated her gauntlet with a slight grimace and reached for her wand slowly as she stepped towards the figure.
"In the name of the Ministry of Magic announce yourself." Stated Amy firmly in a tone that would be befitting of a muggle policeman. Muttering a spell under her breath the tip of her wand lit, casting a faint light along the alley. It's small light shadowing the figure more as he raised his hands, no wand in sight.
A deep hollow sounding voice came from the cloaked mystery man at the end of the alley. "I 'as jus lookin fer a bit'." He said slowly, his tone that of a well worn man.
As she approached she noted a rough looking cardboard tent set up between the dust bins, old cans littered the outside as if to catch rain to drink. "Whassat you say bout magic?" He inquired of the witch. Heaving a sigh she flicked her wand at the clearly homeless muggle.
"Obliviate"
Stashing her wand back in her bag and noting the look on his face she was happy that at least one thing went right today. Shaking his head lightly he looked at Amy quizically as she thrust a crisp ?5 note into his hand. "Thank ye miss, I'll be eatin proper today." He looked happier then he had been in a while she was guessing. He smiled showing his flawed and missing teeth. "Ye shouldn' be in 'ere. you don belong in this alley" He said as he started leadin the Auror out of the alley back to the muggle filled street.
She turned to look around the alley before leaving it, her saphire orbs scanning for any trace of her partner. A fresh wave of fury broke over her coming up short on her search of her partner. He did it again. A low soft growl escaped her parched lips as she straightened her clothing heading for the string of muggle shops again.
"If that ruddy git wants to leave me. fine it's going in the report and I'm going shopping." She muttered furiously to herself.
Adjusting the handbag at her shoulder she headed into a shop called 'Limited' A large smile crossed her visage as she sifted through the racks of the latest muggle fashions. After a few moments she had an armfull of clothes that she needed to try on. Finding her way to a changing room she bumped into Edward. Pulling his arm forcefully she yanked him into a corner near the changing rooms.
"You asshole, you left me back there! He could have been who we were looking for." She stated. "WHAT!! I've been in here for over an hour now talkin to this cute bird, she's gonna join me for a bite tonight." He answered quickly jerking his thumb at a giggly clerk that was about her age, talking to a customer.
"But if that wasn't you.then... oh BOLLACKS"
She rushed out of the store hurridly. Her stack of clothing thrown into one of the sales clerks arms as she fled. After exchanging numbers with the clerk Edward left, following close at Amy's heels. Her blonde locks flowing as the crowd parted allowing her to storm through. Finally catching up to her Edward grabbed her by her upper arm. Without turning around she stated firmly.
"I'm going back to the office" disappearing in a flash of ight from a gap in the crowd.
Arriving near the golden elevator at the Ministry of Magic she looked around for signs of someone following. Satisfied after finding none she stepped inside smoothing out her clothing. Her heels clicking along the vacant corridor she arrived quickly at her office, sitting down and promptly filling out memos and paperwork. The air surrounding her desk was soon filled with the many paper airplanes taking her letters to their recipients. Feeling that her job was done for the day and everything was completed she walked to the apparation spot and disapparated to her flat with a telltale crack.
~~~THE NEXT DAY~~~~
Her days off were nearly as hectic as her work. Showering and dressing quickly she headed off to do her erronds. Sending a few owls at the post and getting things done before attending a match between her favorite Chudley Cannons and the Kenmare Kestrels. Hell had the Cannon's approached her sooner she might be playing Quidditch right now instead of being used by the Ministry. Arriving home after her day out her arms filled with purchases she gasped and dropped them on the porch.
The door was swung wide open, broken glass from it littering the entryway as she cautiously entered her own domicile. Wand drawn she advanced further into her living room. Couch overturned as cushions lay scattered and slashed along the floor with her bed things. Making her way slowly to her bedroom more glass crunched under her boots as the mirror was smashed into the carpeting. A siren in the street alerted her to the muggle police men that had arrived. One of her concerned neighbors had called them after hearing the noise from the burgalars.
Quickly stashing her wand she walked back to her door greeting the policemen.
After all of the investigations she had been through the last few weeks things seemed to be getting back to what should be normal for someone like her. Though there was one thing that was unnerving her.. No suspects. Written on every report from the investigations. They had all landed nil, and it was annoying. To make matters worse her co-workers, namely the secrataries, felt it was their duty to become matchmakers for this young Auror. Despite her many attempts to dodge their requests she ended up being subjected to many nights of muggle and wizard boredome and nervousness. She had to admit it was nice to get her mind off of the odd events and that some of the blokes were actually enjoyable, but she was still plagued with the need of answers. Having visited that same alley trying to find any sign of a death eater she came up short only finding that same homeless mugggle searching for his next bite.
Heaving a sigh of frustration she headed for one of the muggle shops. Smiling as she did some shopping she purchased an outfit for that nights events, yet another blind date. Proceeding to the familiar pub, a bright red head of hair caught her eyes as she was walking though the Leaky Cauldron. Knowing who it was instantly though it had been some time since she had seen him she walked towards him a large smile coming to her lately cross features.
"Charlie??" She called out to the familiar friend.
Hearing a familiar female voice he turned to spot the beauty calling his name. Smiling widly he walked towards her.
"Ames!" He responded. Reaching her he embraced her in a bone crushing hug.
"Hey Charl. what're you doin here? Takin a break from the Reservation?" She asked her saphire blue orbs scanning his face.
"Yeah thought I'd do a bit of shopping before the hollidays." He answered before letting her go.
She held up her hands filled with bags and smirked.
"Same here, whaddya say we get a snack huh?"
"Sounds like a great plan" He smiled back at her.
She was so happy, the company of her best friend, another date tonight and a killer outfit. Today was a great day! Locating a small coffee shop at the end of Diagon Alley, Charlie had led her to a cozy small table in the corner as he left to order. They sat chatting for hours about lame dates, pick up lines and before they knew it the sun was setting. She stood to leave as a hand touched hers.. His. But unlike any other time, this time she felt a small tingle.