Who: Alecto Carrow and Astrophel Fleetwood When: Saturday early evening Where: Knockturn Alley near Arachnida What: The curse has Astrophel doing strange things he may not remember later. Rating: TBD, prolly suuuper dark. Open/Closed: OPEN to Alecto
He makes a sharp turn where Diagon alley ends and Knockturn begins. He has no reason to make his movement unseen, no reason to hug the crooked walls and keep to shadows because everyone who knows him knows he makes the trek often on his way to Diamond.
Of course, usually, he greets other shopworkers and owners pleasantly as he goes. Lifts a hand, waves, smiles wide and says, 'Allo, nice evening, hm?' or something else equally as charming. Some can hardly believe such a man owns half of that elitist club on Knockturn. What they used to expect from him, though, is suddenly very real. His eyes are as dark as coal and his gaze is sharp, unfriendly.
A plump witch from Tea and Sympathy greets him sweetly and he ignores her, shooting her only a brief, dark glance that has her drawing her hand down to her chest slowly as she is rejected. Astrophel continues until he reaches the blackened windows of Arachnida. Whispers fill the air, but they are only voices he can hear. He stops, he stares, he calculates.