“IT’S JULIET, right?”  the shapeshifter smiles widely, remembering their run in not too long ago. maybe it’s fate that they’ve met again. truthfully, she could use a friend.

“I would say it’s my skills as an Auror that give me rather impressive aim, but that’d be a lie. I just think I’m having a lucky streak right now, which is-.. surprising.”

“Oh come on, it’s fun!” Molly insisted, shaking the bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Bean in the others direction. “It’s a game and a treat all in one, you never know what you’re going to get so the stakes are always high.”

“Okay if I keep going this is soon going to turn into a wet t-shirt contest. Something I don’t think we’re ready for yet given you’re still practically a stranger to me.”

THE SHIFTER spends the majority of her time as a ghost leopard now that magic has made a timely return, but traipsing through the city as a giant jungle cat might not go over well with the town residents. she lifts soft palms to brush dark raven locks out of her eyes and she fixes her hood before opening the carriage door before stepping out. 

ONE HAND clutches the brooch on her cloak and her free hand holds the handle as she steps down and takes in the sights and sounds of the bustling world... so different from the senses she’s become used to.