mun is tired and is going to bed early. night.
"Good evening. Is there something I can help you with?"
"With this rainy day? How odd," she mused.
“Really?” Her eyebrow raised and her smile slowly started to grow. “You want to be taunt? Maybe I am not using the right word. Hmmm, I didn’t grow up here…” she teased and nudged her friend. At the mention of playing out in the rain, she shook her head. “Why not? Where I came from, there were times I had to be out in the rain, even as queen. It’s not that bad.”
Isabelle laughed a little and shrugged. “Maybe.” She mused. She nodded in agreement and crossed her arms casually. “I’ve been called a tease too.” She smirked a little. The brunette thought for a minute and smiled faintly. “It’s fun to play in the rain sometimes.” She nodded. “But it looks a little silly for an eighteen year old to go running around in the streets.”
"…A friend, maybe." The taller woman shrugged, apathetically enough to make her claim questionable. “If you don’t mean any harm, either.”
Isabelle crossed her arms casually as she looked the woman over. “I don’t hurt people unless provoked.”
"What was it?”
As her eyes wandered, the air seemed to grow thicker, to gain a different quality; a figure now stood, hooded and cloaked, at her side.
"Do you know so little of history? This place was once the dwelling-place of a great and wicked wizard; it is the only one left standing in the world, in memorial to those he brought to slaughter. The flagstones upon which you stand are dull and cold now, but once they were washed with the blood of Veela; the table that was laid in this hall once was set with dragons’ flesh, on which the monster dined.
"This, little one, was the last citadel of Lord Grindelwald, and the place of his defeat."
She looked at the form who appeared beside her. Isabelle raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity. She was curious about who was standing by her. ”Sorry, not much of a history buff.” The brunette shrugged.
Her eyes flashed with curiosity and interest. She glanced again as he explained what this place was. The daughter of Hades was interested in it at the mention of the crimes committed here. Now she remembered what she had heard of Lord Grindelwald.
"I think I’ve heard a few stories. But these days everyone is talking about the famous Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. It’s a shame no one remembers the others before their time…"
- "What have I told you about being in here!?"
- "Don’t make me punish you."
- "Who will believe you?"
- "If anyone asks, you fell down the stairs."
- "Stay in this closet and be quiet!"
- "I will whip you until all of the blood pours from your back!"
- "Shut up you worthless _______!"
- "I told you once. Don’t make me tell you again or else."
- "You’ve been a bad boy/girl again, haven’t you?"
- "Clean yourself up. You disgust me."