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Chapter I: First Night
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The night when the moon was fullest was when a lady of the dark felt free. Or as free as her restrictions gave her. She loved the night and the bright moonlight for it was the light that gave her hope.
Hope that there was light in the darkness.
And such a beautiful night should not be wasted.
She looked at her self in front of the mirror and sighed.
She was a mess.
Her dirty-blond hair was as wild as ever and she still had her wand tucked behind her ear. A habit she still keeps since she bought her wand.
And her clothes were not to her liking.
She was twenty-two years old and she sighed at her predicament. How could someone so young be involved in the dark?
She didn't want to answer that question. She really wanted to be free.
Sighing, she removed her clothes and examined her near perfect proportions. For a woman with a height of five feet eight inches, she was gorgeous. Well hidden in her loose robes, not one person has ever noticed how lovely she truly was.
Smooth white skin, slim waistline, shapely breasts and buttocks and her long legs made her goddess like. But she hid them for she really didn't feel like showing them to the world. She liked to be left alone, not noticed.
Just like in her school days.
But now, seeing that her soul was trapped forever, she felt she had nothing to lose.
From her closet, she found a pair of sexy black lingerie and a leather turtleneck dress. With the idea of her nothing to lose stuck to her head. She tried the articles of clothing on.
When she emerged, she could not believe what she was seeing. Her dress hugged every contour of her body like a second skin. Not only that but the hem of her skirt only reached mid thigh.
She blushed at what she saw. She never knew that she was THAT pretty. Still, it was too much. She found a red blazer in her closet and wore it. Now for her hair.
With a flick of her wand, he once wave hair became straight, shiny and soft. What wonders magic made.
Tacking a deep breath, she pocketed her wand inside her blazer, took her muggle purse and walked into the night.
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The night was peaceful and serene. She always liked the night. Everyone and everything seemed to sleep, giving the city a peaceful air upon her. It was nice to walk in the streets safe.
Naturally, you would feel safe if you were the most dangerous being in the city right about now.
"Hey sugar, want a good time?" a hoarse and deep voice asked as he emerged from the shadows. The woman stopped and smirked, and noticed that she was surrounded by five men.
"I do not have time for this, BOYS," she smiled as tried to walk through. One of the men move in to stop her but she quickly grabbed his arm and threw him towards the three behind her.
The last remaining man standing was too shocked to even move. The woman smiled at him and continued on her way.
She liked being underestimated. She liked having an advantage.
It made her feel... like she could do anything.
She made her way until she reached a café. One downside from living in the night is that the pleasures of daytime living was no longer an option.
The café's patrons were leaving. It was probably near closing time, which was perfect for her. The last of the patrons left and the shopkeeper, she assumed that he was for he was wearing all white and had an apron.
She approached the café with ease and entered.
"Are you closing?" she asked smiling. When the shopkeeper turned to face her, she was speechless.
The shopkeeper had a face of an angel.
He had short dark brown hair and had strangely, violet eyes that were hidden behind a pair of thin rimmed eyeglasses. He stood about six foot one and had the most serene smile she had ever seen. From his folded sleeves, she could tell that he was muscular and worked out.
"For you, I'll stay open," the man said as he fixed her a table. Breaking of from her trance, the woman smiled and took the seat offered to her. The man then closed all the blinds except one and set the closed sign outside.
"That sounded like a line," she said as she skimmed the menu.
"Maybe it is," he smiled. "But truthfully, a beautiful night is wasted when you have no one to share it with." She laughed at his comment.
"You don't know me but you are already trying to come on to me," she smiled.
"Anything to bring a genuine smile," the man said. "And yours is as true as your heart." Suddenly, her smiled dropped.
"My heart does not smile," she said sullenly.
"It does," he smiled as he gave her a cup of coffee. "Blue Hawaiian, two lumps of sugar. You just deny its existence." Her eyes widened as she saw the cup.
"That was just what I was about to order," she said in awe. "Are you psychic?"
"Perhaps," he smiled. There was something in his smile that was contagious for she found herself smiling. "Crumpets?" he passed her a plate of pastries.
"You're full of surprises," she said as she took one.
"That I am," he smiled. For some reason, this place made her relax. Forget about her life outside and just be her self.
She liked it already.
"My name is Sol Nathanael," he smiled as he offered his hand. "The keeper of this sanctuary." The woman took his hand and shook it.
"My name is Luna Lovegood."
End of 1
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Chapter I: First Night
.
The night when the moon was fullest was when a lady of the dark felt free. Or as free as her restrictions gave her. She loved the night and the bright moonlight for it was the light that gave her hope.
Hope that there was light in the darkness.
And such a beautiful night should not be wasted.
She looked at her self in front of the mirror and sighed.
She was a mess.
Her dirty-blond hair was as wild as ever and she still had her wand tucked behind her ear. A habit she still keeps since she bought her wand.
And her clothes were not to her liking.
She was twenty-two years old and she sighed at her predicament. How could someone so young be involved in the dark?
She didn't want to answer that question. She really wanted to be free.
Sighing, she removed her clothes and examined her near perfect proportions. For a woman with a height of five feet eight inches, she was gorgeous. Well hidden in her loose robes, not one person has ever noticed how lovely she truly was.
Smooth white skin, slim waistline, shapely breasts and buttocks and her long legs made her goddess like. But she hid them for she really didn't feel like showing them to the world. She liked to be left alone, not noticed.
Just like in her school days.
But now, seeing that her soul was trapped forever, she felt she had nothing to lose.
From her closet, she found a pair of sexy black lingerie and a leather turtleneck dress. With the idea of her nothing to lose stuck to her head. She tried the articles of clothing on.
When she emerged, she could not believe what she was seeing. Her dress hugged every contour of her body like a second skin. Not only that but the hem of her skirt only reached mid thigh.
She blushed at what she saw. She never knew that she was THAT pretty. Still, it was too much. She found a red blazer in her closet and wore it. Now for her hair.
With a flick of her wand, he once wave hair became straight, shiny and soft. What wonders magic made.
Tacking a deep breath, she pocketed her wand inside her blazer, took her muggle purse and walked into the night.
**
The night was peaceful and serene. She always liked the night. Everyone and everything seemed to sleep, giving the city a peaceful air upon her. It was nice to walk in the streets safe.
Naturally, you would feel safe if you were the most dangerous being in the city right about now.
"Hey sugar, want a good time?" a hoarse and deep voice asked as he emerged from the shadows. The woman stopped and smirked, and noticed that she was surrounded by five men.
"I do not have time for this, BOYS," she smiled as tried to walk through. One of the men move in to stop her but she quickly grabbed his arm and threw him towards the three behind her.
The last remaining man standing was too shocked to even move. The woman smiled at him and continued on her way.
She liked being underestimated. She liked having an advantage.
It made her feel... like she could do anything.
She made her way until she reached a café. One downside from living in the night is that the pleasures of daytime living was no longer an option.
The café's patrons were leaving. It was probably near closing time, which was perfect for her. The last of the patrons left and the shopkeeper, she assumed that he was for he was wearing all white and had an apron.
She approached the café with ease and entered.
"Are you closing?" she asked smiling. When the shopkeeper turned to face her, she was speechless.
The shopkeeper had a face of an angel.
He had short dark brown hair and had strangely, violet eyes that were hidden behind a pair of thin rimmed eyeglasses. He stood about six foot one and had the most serene smile she had ever seen. From his folded sleeves, she could tell that he was muscular and worked out.
"For you, I'll stay open," the man said as he fixed her a table. Breaking of from her trance, the woman smiled and took the seat offered to her. The man then closed all the blinds except one and set the closed sign outside.
"That sounded like a line," she said as she skimmed the menu.
"Maybe it is," he smiled. "But truthfully, a beautiful night is wasted when you have no one to share it with." She laughed at his comment.
"You don't know me but you are already trying to come on to me," she smiled.
"Anything to bring a genuine smile," the man said. "And yours is as true as your heart." Suddenly, her smiled dropped.
"My heart does not smile," she said sullenly.
"It does," he smiled as he gave her a cup of coffee. "Blue Hawaiian, two lumps of sugar. You just deny its existence." Her eyes widened as she saw the cup.
"That was just what I was about to order," she said in awe. "Are you psychic?"
"Perhaps," he smiled. There was something in his smile that was contagious for she found herself smiling. "Crumpets?" he passed her a plate of pastries.
"You're full of surprises," she said as she took one.
"That I am," he smiled. For some reason, this place made her relax. Forget about her life outside and just be her self.
She liked it already.
"My name is Sol Nathanael," he smiled as he offered his hand. "The keeper of this sanctuary." The woman took his hand and shook it.
"My name is Luna Lovegood."
End of 1
