when: 9 november 1980
where: dark alley, muggle london
who:Â calista + aly
London had never been a particularly quiet city. She supposed it had its quiet areas, but certainly for the past week the entire area was abuzz with the news that had arrived not but a week ago. The ideaâno, the factâ that magic was real had made even the quietest sections roar to life. Calista wouldnât doubt even the quietest hamlets across the country were suddenly surging with renewed energy and chatter as the news had hit.Â
The idea did not surprise Calista, really. It certainly didnât change her own reality, her own life. Besides, back in the day, in a world that was barely traveled and people encountered others who looked or behaved different, it had never gone well. If history was any indicator, there would be discord and conflict before any sort of peace was achieved and so Calista distracted herself in the only way she knew how, with her art. It was graffiti art of a rabbit pulling a human out of its hat. Only the rabbit was really a human in a fur suit.Â
âYouâre not as quiet as you think you are. I can hear you,â she said as she turned around.Â
âConsider me...â she paused, only to give the lollipop she handled another lick, almost to the very center, where the savored treat would finally relinquish the piece of bubble gum Aly had been after all evening long, âhot on your trail.â Consider it her very favorite place to be, given the opportune moment. The manicured nails of her left hand slipped a finger around the gifted pearl necklace that adorned her neck. It took the tongue of a siren to earn such a present, because the money in her familyâs wallet never could. Not unless Amy finally bucked up with courage and found herself a real man, a wealthy man, a man able to be manipulated and destroyed and juiced for every piece of character or feeling heâd ever possessed. Their gene pool was slimming by the hour, surely every horny wixen having their way showing off tips, tricks, and their dicks to every desperate muggle. Of course, those limbs were nothing in comparison to the piece of wood she carried deep within her fuzzy coatâs pockets.Â
Aly did not want to drain this woman dry, not at all. Other ideas would temp her daydreams, that was undeniable. Inevitable, you could say.
âHave much to prove, taking a walk this time of night?â An interested brow perked. She licked the sucker once more.