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[xaylia]

Xaylia Renard scurried down Knockturn Alley as if she was being chased by hunting dogs, quickly sidestepping anything and anyone who got in her way. She wasn't supposed to be away from Headquarters at that precise time of the day, but she was on a mission, on that might just pay handsomely in the future, if all went well.

She ducked into the shadows as she saw one of her fellow Death Eaters stroll by, and sure that she hadn't been seen, returned to her mission. The sky above was threatening rain at any moment, and Xye was pretty sure that being caught in it would be a little hard to hide, considering drying charms weren't exactly her forte. Questions about her real whereabouts, and the general "why is the seer wet?" that was sure to come from even the most inobservant of followers were sure ways to get attention drawn to her, and Xye tried to avoid attention at all possible.

She slid into Borgin and Burkes, letting out a small sigh of relief to see that no one else seemed to be inhabiting the dank little shop right then, other than her and Borgin, naturally.

Or maybe not. She frowned and bit her lip, not seeing the shopmaster at his usual post, and she banged her hand on the counter. "OY! Some service would be nice!"

[valarie jennifer romano]

Valerie was always walking around Knockturn Alley at this time every day. It was one of her many ruitines of the day. And she had plenty of those. She liked being as ordered as possible.

She spotted Xaylia out and about and tilted her head to the side. She wasn't sure why she was out here, and it was an odd thing. She hardley ever say other Death Eaters out at this time.

That happened to be one of the reasons she went out. It was quieter. And she walked both for excersise and thinking. Noise is bad for thinking.

She was totally caught off guard at the sight of Xaylia that she ducked into the shadows and followed her. Making sure to be out of site.

As they neared Borgin & Burkes, she stayed back some, watching Xaylia entering. She waited a minute or two before walking into the store and looked around as if she was looking for something.

She moved around the store for another few minutes before glancing up. "Xaylia," she exclaimed with false excitement.

[andrew lancaster gin]

You see, Andrew didn't quite remember how he had arrived at Knockturn alley, and was ever more confused as to why he was standing in a room surrounded by barrels and boxes of all sizes. What confused him even more so was that Borgin was standing in front of him holding something in his hands and explaining that Andrew wouldn't find a better one any where else. Gin slowly scratched his head trying to piece it together. Last he remembered he was sleeping in bed. Who had he been? Which one of them was it. Biting his lip he looked at the man. A sullen expression on his face. "Perhaps another time." His words were expressionless. After all you had to put up a front when around this neighborhood.

As he turned he pushed the curtain out of his way with the back of his hand. Just as he heard a female's voice yell out for some service. Gin simply pulled his ropes towards his body and placed his hands inside. Walking slowly to get a good understanding as to what was going on in the lobby. You never knew now a days with the Ministry being over thrown. If he had heard right, Lucius was going to be in charge of getting that together. Not that Gin needed to concern himself with it. For now he'd just go on with his act.

He walked towards the back of the shop, past the women at the counter and another further back. Recognizing both as Death Eaters. As for names though he was drawing a blank. After all, he didn't quite care to get aquatinted with anyone there. They all seemed to lack something that Andrew found appealing. Perhaps it was due to the fact that most of them were a bit crazy. But the work he was into did that to a person. After all, the human mind can only take so much before breaking down.

Running his hand along the handle of a sword with a green blade he listened to the others. Who seemed to have known each other. As for if it was a good thing. He hadn't bothered to look at the other girls body language.

[xaylia]

Xaylia grit her teeth, swinging around to stare at Valarie. The girl was more than a little daft, in Xye's opinion, and she didn't have the time nor the inclination to humor her ramblings.

"Valarie." She said coldly, her blue eyes searching the shop. She had the feeling she was being watched, and not by the vapid dimwit in front of her. Still, it didn't appear that anyone else was around, except for the jar of eyeballs on the table. She needed to remember to buy a few before leaving. "Is there a reason you're following me around?" She snapped, turning back to the counter. She leaned over it as much as her height would allow, calling out again. "Hell-o?"

She was going to kill someone if she was trapped here with Valarie for too long.

[kyle damien walker]

Kyle hadn't exactly planned on being out and about at this time of day, but some things just couldn't be helped. Normally, at this time, he would be over at the ministry, doing whatever it was aurors in training did on days like this. However, he'd been given the day off, and he had no clue how to spend it. It was the middle of the week, so there was no chance of any of his cousins or siblings that still attended Hogwarts would be in Hogsmeade, so the thought of visiting them was out. That left a visit to the order, or a visit to the death eaters, since he hadn't really felt like lounging about at home with his mother. She tended to speak a lot less than usual these days, and it creeped him out a little.

He hadn't really felt like paying a visit to the order, since he had nothing new to report about the death eaters. Or, rather, he had no new false information to report. He knew that there was a few of the Order members who were also double agents, like him, but were working for the Order, so he had to be careful with what he told the Order. If worst came to worst, he could always use the Imperius Curse on other double agents that were passing along real information, but he didn't really likie the idea of someone obeying his every command like a puppet. Just like he despised torture, and, to an extent, killing. The only part of killing that he enjoyed was watching the life bleed out of the victim's eyes as they faded into death. It fascinated him to watch them as they breathed their last breath, and looked at him, the last thing they would ever see in this life. A shiver went though his spine just at the thought of it, and he felt an urge to go see if the death eaters could give him a target. He would relish every moment of it, if he could.

So he made his way over to the headquarters. As he was walking down Diagon Alley, he spied something in the window of Borgin and Burkes, and paused to inspect it. It was a ring. Why would they be selling a ring there? Maybe there was some sort of curse on it... Better go see, he thought, and passed through the door of the small shop, the bell tingling as the door opened and closed. He went immediately to the ring, and picked up the piece of paper sitting beside it, reading it quickly. It wasn't any sort of big curse or anything, just a simple one. Disappointing. Still, it would be a nice gift for that prisoner they kept. He had heard about her blue eyes, though he had never had the fortune to see them himself. But the stone in the center of the ring was an bright, aquamarine blue, and he figured she could use something to cheer her up. Maybe it would entice her to give them some of the information they had been keeping her so long for. And the curse would be easy enough to remove. He had graduated from Hogwarts just a few months ago, and still remembered most of what he had learned in his seventh year. Yes... Removing the curse would be quite easy. He picked up the ring and palmed it, just as he heard two grils start speaking to one another. It didn't seem pleasent, and he was going to pay for the ring and leave, but his curiosity took over, and he went to investigate.

[valarie jennifer romano]

Valarie looked at her and blinked her long beautiful eyelashes at Xaylia. Valarie really didn't like being a death eater, not in all the aspects that it caused her. She enjoyed the other couple things that she did. Torture was her favorite but she hated to end life.

"I was doing my usual walk down knockturn alley. I saw you. Not exactly following you," she rolled her eyes. Some people were plain stupid. Or well to her anyway. "If I wanted to follow you, you would know." She turned and took a look at the things on the shelves, not taking in anything. "And anyway why are you even out here? No one is ever out here at this time."

[andrew lancaster gin]

Well his assumptions had been confirmed. From the tone of the two girls voices' they didn't quite seem eye to eye. Sighing he let his hand slide off the blade of the sword. Picking up the tag that spoke of what it did. Gin's eyes lightened up over it. Not only was it quite decorative, but it has quite a nasty effect if just a small scratch was made with it and a word was spoken. Looking over his shoulder he watched as the two girls talked and another man walked over. He didn't quite know how much longer Borgin would make them wait. After all it seemed like a kettle about to blow.

Taking the sword off the shelf he turned and walked over to the counter. Better to leave and avoid what was about to happen. After all, he wasn't going to be the one picking it all up. So he stepped up past the two women and placed the sword and its holder on the counter. He didn't even bother speaking to them. After all, it wasn't worth his time at the moment. He simply waited for the shopkeeper to come on out and take care of him.

[kyle damien walker]

Reaching the end of the line of shelves, he turned to look down the next isle, and there the two girls were. He knew of them, since they were death eaters like him, but he couldn't recall their names. He had never really been one for learning others names unless he absolutely had to, or he heard it and couldn't forget it because it was so unique. One of the girls - her name started with a V, Kyle knew; was it Victoire? Possible, but he doubted it - turned to look at some of the things on the shelf. He could tell just from her body language that she didn't want to be there. And he knew for a fact that she liked torturing, probably just like how he liked killing people just to watch the life leave their eyes. It was almost as if he was watching their very soul leave them, and it always felt like it had entered him afterward. He had always felt invincible... But that could also be a bad thing.

He decided that there was not going to be any entertainment in watching the two girls talk, and decided to just pay for the ring and leave. Heading by the two girls without a polite "excuse me", or "pardon me" - he had never really been one for being polite unless he felt a need to - he walked up to the counter and found yet another death eater standing there, but this guy had a sword. Feeling slightly bored, he decided to make random conversation. He kind of recognized the guy, but he couldn't exactly place where. Sure, he had probably seen him around the DE headquarters, but he felt like he had seen the guy somewhere else. "What's the sword for?" he asked just before stifling a yawn. HE raised his hand to cover his mouth, only lowering it once he was done yawning.