The Untrustworthy RogueBound with tailored leather gloves, designed with anonymity in mind--no prints, no trace left behind.The hands unfold a deadly blade--so playfully, almost carelessly quick, with such fatal precision.Eyes as cold and distant as the long-forgotten eighth pseudo-planet in the solar system, always watching without any whisper of empathy.“What do you think we’re fighting for?” a voice asks, uncertainty stinging the air.A quick silver flash followed by red. “I never really was on your side...”
Drianna's story prologueIn Diagon Alley, a small girl walked next to a woman in a black cloak. The girl was 10-11 years old, with golden-blonde hair, a pale complexion, and deep blue-purplish eyes. "Are you sure I should go, Bella?" She asked the hooded figure. The woman shrugged, "Your father said so, so yeah." They stopped by a building with owls. "What animal do you want Dria?" The girl thought for a moment before grinning widely, "A snake of course!" Bella smiled and walked the girl to Borgin and Burkes."Wait here, Dri-Dri." Bella said before going inside. "Ah. My dear Bellatrix Lestrange. What a pleasure to see you again." Dria heard from inside. Bellatrix scoffed. "Enough of the small talk. Give me one of your most valuable snakes you have. It's for Drianna." Borgin's eyes widened. "Dr-Drianna? O-of course." He got a cage with an angrily hissing female snake inside. She was a shiny purplish-silvery color. "Fifty Galleons for this beauty." Borgin smirked. Bellatrix growled, displeased, "Fine!