-open- forgive me father for i have sinned

[kyndrick laurent]

&& some sins are worth the confession...

Blood red lips and the darkest smile. That was how most of the customers of The Hog's Head would describe the young Miss Laurent as her high-heeled boots clicked down the cobbled streets and through the front doors of the dirty pub. She walked to the counter as though she'd done it at least a thousand times. She ordered herself a musty smelling fire-whiskey and settled down at a table where she looked like she had always belonged. Her blood red nails tapped at the counter as she took a first sip and glared at the dainty little watch on her wrist. Time didn't seem to be moving at her pace that day. Was Kyndrick impatient?

A man wearing a midnight blue cloak walked through the doors looking frazzled. He was speckled in tiny droplets of water. He must have apparated into Hogsmeade from somewhere with rainy weather. Her lifted a flask from beneath the cloak and took a long drink. His hood never fell, perhaps he was more accustomed to secrecy than the girl had imagined because Kyndrick's eyes were wide now, observant of his every move.

She watched his long stride over to her table. She gave him her full attention as he sat down, rather elegantly, at the head of the table. Kyndrick looked uncomfortable, she was obviously used to being the one in charge of these sorts of operations. It all seemed so dark, it could have easily been an affair of Death Eaters. Everyone in the pub knew that so, they kept to themselves with open, curious ears, for the words which were about to be exchanged.

"Friday night, the forest, about three miles in. You'll get your payment then." Were Kyndrick's whispered words. The man mumbled something and then Kyndrick's eyes turned flirtatious. She leaned forward and, without making the cloak move even a flit to reveal the man's face, kissed the man full on the lips. Her gentle features seemed so vivid after, as though she'd known that moment was coming the entire time.

After the man stood and left, Kyndrick Carmilla Laurent took a long drink from her fire-whiskey mug and then let out a sigh. She drained it and ordered another. She might as well enjoy her sneak into Hogsmeade. It certainly wasn't a student weekend trip. No, it was a Wednesday and she was a bored teen planning a party. Kyndrick just happened to exceptionally good at it.

[Aericka Thorne]

.xXx.
Tell Me A Story.....

Aericka snarled at the small children following after their mum. They stuck their tongues out and she made a fierce move in their direction making them scurry to their mother's side. Her soft Pink lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she waved mockingly to the two youngsters. Yes, Aericka Sylvia Thorne, the girl was notorious for her mischievous acts and unruly deeds. Most people suspected her of being nothing more than a prank pulling Gryffindor but there was more behind it. It was something she would never admit but Aericka had a certain enjoyment in causing the misery or displeasure of others.

She was wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans, a tight multi-colored t-shirt, and black converse. She also wore a black studded belt hanging on her hips. She looked paler than usual and her blue eyes sparkled mesmorising shopkeepers and customers as she passed. She carried a certain air of mischief, mayhem, and a slight darkness as she carried herself swiftly and silently through the streets. She neared the pub and nodded to a man coming out as she stepped through the door.

Merely nodding to the barkeep he poured her a glass of firewhiskey as he had on her previous trips. She turned sharply causing her black hair to flow in a graceful movement behind her shoulders. She spotted a girl that seemed familiar and neared her table. "Do you mind if i join you?" Aer asked with a fake joyous smile she usually wore on first meetings. She did not mind if the girl said no she would merely sit one seat over still at the same table. Refusal isn't something Aericka took lightly.

[kyndrick laurent]

&& i might as well teach you how to really dance with the devil...

Kyndrick's big brown eyes scanned the room. The Gryffindor's entrance was half-way welcomed. Kyndrie knew her. Or perhaps she only knew of her. She didn't spend time with every student at Hogwarts. Plus, Kyndrick was a year ahead of this girl. She knee this because she didn't have many classes with her. For the record, Kyndrick didn't hate the girl. No, Aericka had style. It just wasn't really Kyndrie's style.

"Of course you can't join me! This is a cool kids only table." Kyndrick's tone dripped in sarcasm that she hoped Aericka was quick enough to catch. She offered a wink just in case. "Go ahead, my business is over." She offered. That could have meant so many things but she left it to Aericka's imagination to test it out. Kyndrick's moods were transitioning. She was less flirty and more sarcastic now that her work was finished.

She offered Aericka a smile, "So, I'm not the only gal who sneaks out past hours for a drink?" She made it sound like it was very cool. All the popular kids did it apparently. Kyndrick's voice never lost its flair.
[[sorry it's short, lonnnnnnggggg day]

[Aericka Thorne]

Aericka kindly nodded in thanks and took a seat. She sighed and took a nice swig of her drink. "No my dear, It seems you aren't the only one" Aer smiled and looked the girl over. Her tone was unusually flat. She usually carried a cheery tone but she seemed to have lost some of her spark. "I'm Aericka Thorne by the way. Gryffindor. Sixth year." she said casually taking another sip of her fire whiskey.

She leaned back in the chair casually glancing over at the door. She was hoping a certain someone would be coming. She however had no idea if they ever came here. She sighed and turned back to her. "So... What is school life for you?" she asked tilting her head. She was trying to be conversive as possible considering the two had just formally met.

[[ dont worry! Mine's terrible]]

[-The Sorting Hat-]

-unfinished due to lack of enthusiasm on Kyndrie's part, sorry Aericka<333. closed/moved-