Who: Katie Jones and Lavender Brown
What: A rival gang of the Network try and take Katie and Lavender down. In the posh part of town, for added wtf.
Where: St. John's Wood, London
When: Sunday 6th July, 'round noon
Rating: Ummm...R?
Status: Open; incomplete
Lavender crossed her arms over her chest, fingers pulling her coat closed. It was cold and it was raining, albeit barely but it was still there. The skies were grey and she glared mildly up at them, stamping her feet slightly on the pavement. Her boots, broken and old as they were, made a noise like a ball was trapped in them and she wrinkled her nose down at them, promising herself she'd buy new boots the next time she had money to use as she pleased.
This part of town was odd to her. Whenever she was in London, Lavender didn't tend to haunt this kind of place, the kind of place doctors and lawyers lived, the kind where parents sent their children to private schools, Eton, and other assorted boarding schools. The houses were clean, with no windows put through, and no blinds were drawn, the windows left thrown open so anybody walking by could pause and gaze in jealously at the furnishings inside which spoke of affluence. She was used to the dirtier, seedier parts of town, where people thought nothing of crass language and every other house was boarded up. No one flaunted what riches they might have, because they were guaranteed to be stolen. The contrast was stark and she wasn't entirely sure she liked this part of London. It made her feel a little less.
Hearing a familiar step behind her, Lavender lifted her voice slightly, speaking softly as she said, "You know something? I'm not really sure I'd give my bloody right arm to live here. Maybe a toe or something, but nothing major, you know? It's so fucking odd here, like stepping through the looking glass."