Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 2:19:17 GMT
No one knew exactly how Valentyna came about owning the Devil's Flair, the famed alternative wizardwear store on the border of Diagon and Knockturn. Of course they knew part of the story... or rather what Val wanted them to think- Val was the successor of the last owner, Lothena Battly, due to being her sole employee. When Battly killed herself by drowning herself in the river, Val legally took over.
This is the part almost everyone didn't know- Val, tired of waiting for something to happen to the heinous Battly, used the Imperious Curse to force Battly to kill herself. Val knew no one would bother investigating her over it. Everyone knew Battly was out of sorts and was going to go completely over the edge one day. She was bitter, eccentric, and was often seen outside the shop ranting and raving over who knows what. It was almost too easy getting rid of her.
So now the shop was hers, and that was just the beginning. Her wicked ways and near life-long interest in dark magic had gotten the attention of those wicked beings who currently hid away from the supposedly peaceful world of wizards and witches who foolishly believed all the evil in the world ceased to be when Harry Potter took out the Dark Lord. She laughed at those people behind her back, as she knew she was part of something special, something that would give her so much more power then that she had over a few employees. She could rule so much more than a simple little clothes shop.
But for now, she sat on the counter, legs crossed, and awaited the next customer of the evening. Beside her was her weasel, Snitch, lying in his bed quietly and watching a mouse scurry across the floor, waiting for it to draw close. Val smirked as she noticed. She loved watching her little predator at work.
This is the part almost everyone didn't know- Val, tired of waiting for something to happen to the heinous Battly, used the Imperious Curse to force Battly to kill herself. Val knew no one would bother investigating her over it. Everyone knew Battly was out of sorts and was going to go completely over the edge one day. She was bitter, eccentric, and was often seen outside the shop ranting and raving over who knows what. It was almost too easy getting rid of her.
So now the shop was hers, and that was just the beginning. Her wicked ways and near life-long interest in dark magic had gotten the attention of those wicked beings who currently hid away from the supposedly peaceful world of wizards and witches who foolishly believed all the evil in the world ceased to be when Harry Potter took out the Dark Lord. She laughed at those people behind her back, as she knew she was part of something special, something that would give her so much more power then that she had over a few employees. She could rule so much more than a simple little clothes shop.
But for now, she sat on the counter, legs crossed, and awaited the next customer of the evening. Beside her was her weasel, Snitch, lying in his bed quietly and watching a mouse scurry across the floor, waiting for it to draw close. Val smirked as she noticed. She loved watching her little predator at work.
