tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-29 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! . placeholder, ! [1980-05] may, julianne wilkes, tabitha pryce |
Who: Julianne Wilkes & Tabitha Pryce.
What: A random encounter!
When: 29 May 1980, around the afternoon.
Where: Twilfit & Tattings in Diagon Alley.
Status: IN PROGRESS
Rating: PG.
It had been a very long time since Tabitha had been in a large crowd of people when they weren't running away and screaming. And the last time she had been in a shop with such fine quality clothing? Well, she couldn't even remember doing that when she wasn't a werewolf, save for when she had shopped for a wedding dress. But now she had to have nice clothes for other reasons, and she hadn't planned on getting such nice things, but this is where Marius had taken her. He probably would've bought clothes for her on his own if she just asked, but quite frankly, while he may have given her a beautiful necklace in the past, Tabitha was a little more sceptical on his taste in clothing, especially judging by the clothes the other women in his social circle liked to wear. So, he had dropped her off here with some wizard money to pay for whatever she picked out, and told her that he would meet her back here after he ran a few errands for himself. Tabitha knew he was being as lenient as he could by taking her out to Diagon Alley -- although she was a 'reformed criminal' to the public, she was still only allowed out if she was under supervision. Luckily, Marius' position in the Ministry made it seem like a logical choice for him to supervise Tabitha out in public. Now that she was actually in the shop, however, she felt doubtful that she actually could find something she liked in here. Everything was too... nice. There was no other way to put it, and Tabitha just wasn't used to this kind of thing. She was currently wearing the best clothing that she owned, but the trousers and top weren't anywhere near the quality of the clothes in this shop, so she seemed very out of place and, if she were honest, a little lost. She couldn't even understand what the price tags meant. She could tell that the woman working in the shop was too nervous to approach her to offer help, and any other day Tabitha would have been amused and would try and frighten her even more, but she was supposed to behave. How boring. Julianne had already spent a good half hour at Twilfit & Tattings, long enough for her father, who was escorting her, to run down to Gringotts because they were having some issues. She saw him leave a few galleons to what seemed to be the owner before telling Julianne to enjoy herself but, most of all, to stay put. It was summer now, which meant many new fabrics and designs of all sorts! Purses and heels to match; hats, scarves, the accessories alone were endless. With several bags of clothes she had purchased already hung on the wall, Julianne took one last look at the accessories, not wanting to rush if her father wasn't going to be back for another ten or fifteen minutes. "Does this colour come in a soft yellow?" Julianne asked. Nothing. "Excuse.." The girl looked up toward the woman who was standing beside her, whose seemed extremely preoccupied. Terrified, even. Julianne followed her gaze to look over at a woman who seemed rather out of place. She looked extremely familiar, but Juls just couldn't place her finger on it. Then, it clicked. She had seen her on The Prophet. She was a wanted fugitive, a murderer, but apparently she was being rehabilitated now, wasn't she? Julianne felt her heart beating a little faster. "That's T-Tabitha. The werewolf," said the woman in a hushed whisper before heading behind the register, most likely where her wand was. Julianne looked up at Tabitha, who seemed to be looking around. She glanced outside at what seemed to be a glimpse of Marius Lestrange before he, too, disappeared. Julianne looked pensive for a while before slowly approaching Tabitha. Others ought to not be so afraid of those that had been rehabilitated, perhaps she could do something to allow others to see that. "Tabitha, yes?" she asked a safe distance away. Julianne took another step closer. "I'm Julianne Wilkes." Tabitha had come to accept that no one was going to approach her (and she felt a little relieved -- at least she wouldn't have to force herself to appear humble and nice and reformed if she didn't talk to anyone), so when the little blonde girl said her name, she was a little startled. Why was she talking to her? Did the girl work here? No, she looked young -- and Tabitha guessed that most women in her social circle didn't need to work. Maybe they weren't even allowed. Their women did seem repressed, and the name sounded familiar... didn't she get married to Walden recently? Tabitha only recalled the name Wilkes, but she supposed if she married she wouldn't be introducing herself as Wilkes anymore. "That's me," she said, letting go of the sleeve she'd been holding to feel the fabric. Nice, nice, remember to be nice. "It's, er, nice to meet you, Julianne." Ugh -- was this how it was going to have to be in public from now on? She suspected that promising not to bite wouldn't go over so well. Julianne had to tell herself several times over in her head that Tabitha was a person, just like she was. She was being civil and Juls had no reason to be anything less than polite. "Nice to meet you as well." Julianne continued to speak, not allowing for an awkward silence to set in. "I've heard about you in The Prophet and through the journals.. I'm not sure if you know me." An attempt at a smile came much easier to her than she had imagined. Things weren't going so bad.. Looking over toward the fabric that Tabitha had just been touching, she nodded over toward it. "Looking for an outfit?" She shrugged, looking back at the dress she had been examining. Everything was so... elegant and complicated. "I'm trying to, anyway. I'm not sure I'll be able to find something I like, and... well, there isn't a lot that looks good with red hair." Tabitha was still stuck on Julianne's name, however, trying to place where she had heard it before -- certainly, over the journals, at least. She could swear the girl was going to marry someone, but why hadn't her last name... oh. And it was then that she realised exactly who this girl was, and looking at her again, she was struck as to how young she was. "I think I remember you. Weren't you going to marry Regulus Black?" "Don't be silly, red hair goes absolutely striking with most vibrant colour. Or even black, gold, and olive green," Julianne said, already looking through the store for turquoises and emerald greens. She motioned the woman who had been helping her earlier over, whispering something in her ear about colours before turning her attention back to Tabitha as she spoke again. Hearing his name once again cut. Much more than she had expected it to. She had come to terms with Regulus' death, or disappearance. She was able to think about him without her heart feel as if it were breaking, or tears immediately streaming down her face. She had even managed to simply smile when she looked at her plain ring finger, where the proposal ring had once been. But that was merely in her own mind, in the comforts of her own room. Here, at Diagon Alley with Tabitha Pryce, those comforts did not follow. "Yes, that was me," she said evenly, with a half smile. Her pained eyes told a story that only those who had experienced likewise could tell. Now that she'd brought the topic up, Tabitha felt uncomfortable, crossing her arms over her chest. She glanced around the shop briefly to see if anyone was staring (and of course someone was, but they looked away when their eyes met). She tried not to think about Aaron much anymore these days -- not because she wanted to forget him, but because it made her feel guilty about the things she was doing now... and about the things that she wanted to do. She paused, and then: "My husband was killed by the terrorists. I don't know who did it... but if I ever find them --" I'm going to slaughter them "-- I hope that the Rehabilitation Programme can help them as much as it's helped me." The smile that followed was forced. "Do you want to hear some advice?" For the first time, Julianne felt a sense of fear toward Ms Pryce. The way she spoke, she knew that Tabitha wouldn't leave the murderer of her husband to a Rehabilitation Programme.. Juls doubted even her kind heart would allow the murderer of Regulus to simply be rehabilitated; she also doubted Ms Lestrange and Ms Black would allow that to be happened as well. The sudden fury inside rather surprised her, and she focused back on what Tabitha had said. "Yes, sure." Arms still crossed across her chest, Tabitha smiled a little more genuinely at Julianne. "You're still young. And I know you and I were raised differently. I know you're probably taught to be meek and be a good girl and do what you're told, yeah? Not that there's anythin' wrong with that," she shrugged, even though she did think there was something wrong with it. She couldn't imagine ever being so timid, or why anyone would want to be that way. "But if I were you, I'd just focus on tryin' to marry up into a nice, rich, powerful family. Don't worry yourself too much over love. Money and power can do plenty to keep a girl happy -- and if you lost it? Well, it wouldn't hurt that much." It made perfect sense to her. She was even feeling less awkward whenever Marius gave her gifts, as she had in the beginning, so unused to generosity. Now that she realised he would give her whatever she asked? Well, that's a different story. |