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» 20 June 2021 || In frozen dreams, Dahlia
Runa Lestrange
 Posted: Mar 20 2018, 11:25 AM
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The night after somebody busted open their cheap-ass version of Britain's Necronomicon and unleashed Inferi all over the city, Runa had been forced to do something she absolutely despised: she'd taken a Dreamless Sleep potion. Petulantly, she'd avoided purple entirely the next day. The thing tasted a bit like grape and almost medicinal violet, and she would not be reminded by taste or color of the dreams she'd robbed herself of. As distasteful as she found the practice, Runa knew it was necessary; if she didn't cut the feet off her dreams, she would have been sleepwalking. Sleepwalking into the living dead was not ideal. No matter how interesting she found the look of their moldy old faces, she didn't want their moldy old fingers in her fresh, squishy guts. Fire while sleeping was also something of a no-no.

With every purple drink at the Leaky Cauldron off the list, every purple shade of eyeshadow and every purple outfit and earring, Runa had decided she would go full on black everything. The drink in front of her seemed something like she would imagine motor oil to taste like, and it was thick in her cup and on her tongue, which she had poked between her black lips to taste the head of her sludge-like drink. Gross, but it didn't matter, because it would get her drunk and that was the point. She wasn't allowed to drink back home in New Orleans, but she didn't have to be twenty-one here in London to get smashed. Hopefully this one drink would be a good enough start; she still hadn't recovered her coin collection after buying the Witch's Ganglion off Idiot Fuckboy's pretty hands.

A man sat down between her and the girl who had taken a stool two down from Runa, and turned a smile that she was sure he thought was charming in her direction. It was one of those carefully lopsided smirks that guys did to make them think they were Han Solo or James Bond. He was running his hand through his curly hair as if to say I don't care. Look at how much bedhead I have, and how charmingly nonchalant I am about it. Runa frowned, finding him neither charming nor nonchalant. Can I buy you a drink? he had asked her.

"Nah. You can buy me a way out of this conversation." she told the man, walking her fingers across the bar as if to demonstrate which direction he should walk himself. He had shiny white teeth that creeped her out a little, and she wondered what kind of potion he used for them. She did like creeping people out.

Then came the commentary. The man started in: she should smile more. She didn't have to be so rude. She was lucky he found her pretty. Runa remained silent, and the man turned around to the other girl, shifting his attention to someone he thought might have been an easier target. Can you believe her? she heard him ask, which was about when she pulled her lighter from her pocket and began clicking it directly under his sleeve.

It even had time to smolder a little before the barkeep looked at her like being tossed out was imminent.

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Dahlia Lacroix
 Posted: Mar 23 2018, 10:22 PM
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”Surprise me,” she told the bartender as she ordered her third drink. And he did, he flicked his wand behind him to pour a mystery drink while he counted some change behind the bar. The past day or so had blurred together, marked by a disturbing ride home on the Hogwarts Express, the longest, more thorough bath of her entire life, a sleepless night an a day full of day drinking. Her family didn’t really know what to do with her or how to address the situation at hand, and Dahlia was glad that they didn’t. They had taken a step back for once in their fucking life and let her do her thing. She grew tired of “drink more, sober up” game she had played for hours within the four walls of her room, so off to Diagon Alley she went. She needed a distraction, any distraction.

Unfortunately, the current form of distraction was one not to pleasant. Some pig sat his measly, average ass on the stool beside her and another girl with notably pink hair. While she sipped her surprisingly bitter mystery drink, she couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation happening beside her. And by conversation, it was actually a one-sided blab of ugly man comments, the lines she had heard many times before by the self proclaimed “good guy”. She couldn’t help but visibly roll her eyes and audibly scoff at some of the remarks he was making. Dahlia expected the pink haired woman to stand up and walk out, but what she ended up doing was even better, something that she would have done herself. She gave him a cutthroat attitude and Dahlia couldn’t help but nod with respect.

The man then turned to her with his half dead eyes and his freakishly white teeth. She could tell his eyebrows were groomed a bit too well, and his button shirt was buttoned a bit too low to compliment his below average build. ’Can you believe her?” he asked, and Dahlia couldn’t even bother to give him any sort of immediate acknowledgment. Instead, her blue eyes stared past him at the lighter she was holding directly under his sleeve. A dangerous, mischievous smirk appeared on her lips and she rested her chin on her hand. ”Oh, I most definitely believe her,” she sided with her newfound, nameless comrade. Her eyes flickered to the bartender who was preparing to kick her out.

If she was going down, Dahlia decided she’d go down with her.

She stood up sharply and dug the heel of her stiletto into the top of his shoe. The man jerked and yelped in pain, pathetic tears welling in his eyes at the heel that had stabbed the top of his foot. ”A bit of advice for the future, mate,” she picked up her glass and poured the rest of the contents down her throat, and as she threw a few coins onto the counter for the bartender, she continued. ”Know your audience.” she hissed at him, lifting her foot and moving to the other side of the bar.

”I’m Dahlia, and I like you. A lot.”

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Runa Lestrange
 Posted: Mar 28 2018, 10:46 PM
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With her lighter to the sleeve of the fool next to her, Runa cast a half-bored, half-dangerous glare to the bartender who was opening his mouth to try and find words to fling at her. No doubt he had never seen a girl try and light one of his patrons on fire, before, and was at a loss. That could almost make Runa smile, if her mouth wasn't so unaccustomed to the expression. She held her lighter steady until it was hot against her thumb, and the bartender sputtered while she stared him down. Sure she was only a tiny thing in build, but the man didn't scare her. No one scared her but occasionally herself. Ou--ou-- the bartender tried. Runa raised a brow.

Then the most amazing thing happened, and she heard the next little witch-doll down speak, and saw her give her a nod. "Shit, it's about to get respectful in here." Runa mused, turning her glare toward the pustule that had tried to strike up a conversation with her and had earned a strike up from her lighter instead. He was spitting something about her not knowing how to use her wand now, but Runa mostly tuned him out. She was busy taking note of knockoff Solo's sad boy gang moving up to support him from the 'crazy, frigid bitch' they were mumbling about. That must be her. Then, Atomic Blonde crushed the heel of her fabulous shoes into the man's foot, and Runa laughed.

"Those are cute as hell, jeezus." Runa hissed, more surprised at the sight of such killer footwear in a bar like this than the scene unfolding around her. "I'm Runa L--" she started, cut off as she felt a shove from behind. Unwillingly, Runa took a few steps into the girl who had decided to teach that moron at the bar the meaning of crush-- Dahlia. Her face reddened at her cheeks, and her shoulders tensed. "Sorry Dahlia, I'd like to say thanks but, I'm prolly gonna get kicked out right about--"

Now.

Turning on her (much cheaper, not much less spikey) heels, Runa settled onto her toes and threw a quick, vicious punch to the stomach of the man who had shoved her. She'd like to say she had done it without thinking, but that wasn't entirely true; she'd thought about it for a second or so, and she had thought it a terrific idea at the time. Now that her heart was racing and she could almost hear the adrenaline through her blood alongside her motor-oil drink, she had time to reconsider. It was a fucking great idea.

The only issue was that she had no idea where to take it from here. Runa had never started a bar fight before. Most of her numerous fights had been with other girls at school, and those were a hell of a lot different than facing down the wizarding equivalent of douchebro. There were bouncers making their way over to her, and Runa cast a quick glance toward the ladies room, wondering if she could make a break for it and apparate out onto the street. She couldn't do that and leave Dahlia to face the bouncers alone, though, not when they had just struck up such a rewarding friendship. It wasn't often she ran into another girl who took to her surly, violent brand of girlhood so enthusiastically.

Nope. She was all in. Shrugging, Runa shot Dahlia a quick smile, and shot the nearest guy a good old-fashioned knee to the groin.

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Dahlia Lacroix
 Posted: Apr 1 2018, 11:36 PM
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She could remember the feeling of disdain and disgust when Dahlia had opened up one of her birthday presents on her fifteenth birthday, only to be unpleasantly surprised with a pair of tall, dangerous looking heels. She had to “look the part”, dress like a fancy rich bitch and try to find herself a nice wealthy husband to marry and pop out babies with after graduating Hogwarts. That plan was out the window from the get go. But Dahlia’s collection of fancy heels grew, along with the height of the heel as she aged. She didn’t like them too much. They were uncomfortable and impractical, but she did admit that they looked pretty and they made her legs look really good too. Tonight, she’d found a newfound appreciation for their versatility and for how they performed when used as a weapon.

Runa, that was her new pink friend. Her friend was in the middle of talking to her when Nice Guy’s little posse arrived and one of them decided to shove Runa. Dahlia literally growled, staring down the greasy little man. Before she could do anything, Runa threw a punch into the guy’s stomach. ”Lovely” a smile spread across her face, anticipating the chaos that was guaranteed to unravel in a matter of seconds.

Yesterday, she was graduating Hogwarts (plus other unpleasant events). Today, she was taking part in her first bar fight.

Her friend seemed to have froze for a second. Much like herself, she probably didn’t think out the consequences of her actions. That was alright though! Improvisation always made for a better story in the long run. Bouncers were headed their way, wands out and ready to fire if they stepped out of line one more time. Runa had also given another guy a hit to the groin- that was great, actually. ”Hey Bubblegum, I hope you’re sober enough to run in your heels,” she whispered out the side of her mouth, her eyes landing on the easiest way out of the fine establishment. As much as she'd love to stay and fight, she didn't want to get completely wiped out, 5+ men versus just the two of them.

To their left was an old man sitting by himself with a copy of the Daily Prophet and a drink in his hand. He was oblivious to the scene happening literally right beside him- he had to have been deaf or he had seen a lot of shit in his thousand years on earth. Blimey, the guy looked three days older than dirt. But they’d have to shove past time and slip out the side door that led into what looked like an alleyway. They could also Apparate...but she was far too drunk and she didn’t feel like getting splinched today.

”GO, GO, GO,” Dahlia grabbed Runa’s arm and practically dragged her toward the door. The “nice guy”, greasy gross man, and the rest of his mediocre posse were yelling and ordering them to stop. They were shuffling after them but there were too many of them in one spot at the same time for them to go anywhere. It was a traffic jam of raging, middle aged testosterone. The bouncers were also chasing after them, warning them that they’d….they’d do what? Dahlia couldn’t make sense of what they were saying. ”MOVE, GRANDPA,” with no remorse, the blonde shoved the old man out of her way, quite possibly throwing him out of his bar seat. There was no time for apologies: they needed to save their own asses. No matter how much she prided herself on her fighting skills, she was well aware that two 18-20 years old ladies didn’t stand a chance against five or so 40-50 year old men.

And with wonderful fashion and little thought regarding damages, Dahlia used her shoulder and literally ran into the tiny little alleyway door, leaving it hanging on one hinge. Her shoulder would hurt tomorrow, but it was worse it. She was rather impressed with herself. Now that they were in the alleyway, she didn’t know where to go- she didn’t know her way around the dark alleys of Diagon. ”Fuck- uh, Pick a way, any way, Quick!” she could hear the commotion from inside getting louder and louder, and they were in too day to get caught now.

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Runa Lestrange
 Posted: Apr 8 2018, 12:05 AM
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Right in the middle of her sentence, and this asshole had to go shoving her in front of bitchin' blondie? Runa's eyes narrowed into a practiced glare that she turned on the men, but her shoulders were down. Concern had rolled straight off them because she was about to have fun, and now she had a friend to stomp through it with her. That had never happened so easily, and someone taking a liking to her immediately was actually a really good feeling. Not good enough to make her stop being a hellion towards strangers, but at least a little good. Besides, Bubblegum was a cute nickname, and Runa cast Dahlia an appreciative glance to show she thought so, even if it barely budged the frown on her face. "That motor oil didn't clog up my liver too bad yet." she confirmed. Even so, she was glad she had a lot of practice stalking around in heels of varying length because her face was warmer from drink than she was willing to admit. Her favorite shoes to start fights in were, naturally, her shitkicking boots, but they were back at the Avery's place. How could she possibly have known she was going to be shitkicking tonight?

"Gah!" she startled when Dahlia grabbed her arm, but seconds later she was getting hauled toward the door and shoved past an old man. Runa laughed as the old man tumbled from his stool, and, while she was trying to recover, was not even able to complete a full gasp at Dahlia bull-rushing the door. "Christ on a stick--" she swore, flat impressed with the way the girl had completely demolished the door for having the gall to stand in her way. Runa immediately decided that the next time there was a zombiepocalypse, she wanted this one on her team, preferably with a nail bat, or maybe a chainsaw, but a wand too, if she was going to be boring about it.

"Sh--yeah okay um--Eff, This way!" she snapped, grabbing Dahlia's hand and running with her toward the end of the alleyway Runa believed to be the exit. They were close to the high street in Diagon now, and with the hour of night they met as they burst down the street, she knew it was going to be close to abandoned. Douchebags had their pride, and that didn't allow them to give up so easily. With the shouting from inside warning them that they might have company soon, Runa decided pink and white-blonde hair running drunk in heels down an empty street was far from the best set of circumstances the two of them could find themselves in. She didn't want to end her night in the style of one of the unfortunates of her favorite horror movies, which was what made the decision to turn toward Knockturn Alley outwardly questionable.

If Runa knew anywhere in London, it was Knockturn. Hags had trouble not getting harassed down there, but Runa was confident that she and Dahlia could knock the feet out from under any strays who tried to stir up trouble. Besides, a lot of people around knew the pink haired girl worked at Borgin and Burkes, and they feared her last name something awful. She'd use it. Once she had pulled them down the darkened entry to the alley, Runa tugged on Dahlia's hand to bring her a little closer. "You're a marvellous bitch, you know that? Anyways, we can wait them out at my work. Just don't touch nothing, half it's cursed." She tugged again, realizing with the little pull just how much weaker she was than this strong woman whose hand she had. At least she was mean enough to make up for half.

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Dahlia Lacroix
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Just fifteen minutes ago, Dahlia was alone in the small pub, looking for anything to distract her from the emotional turmoil she was feeling inside. Alcohol was nice for a bit, but she had found herself looking for more, looking for something else that would jerk her thoughts away from whatever mess they were in within her head and force her to focus on her surroundings. And within fifteen minutes, she had found just what she needed to feel better, at least in the moment. Not only did she find herself smack dab in the middle of a clusterfuck of a bar brawl, but she had also found a partner in crime with raging pink hair to run around with and take down all sickly little men. At least, the takedown would have to wait and happen when they both weren’t drunk and when they had better shoes on.

The blonde had done her part in making the not-so-strategic escape, basically assaulting an eighty something year old and plowing through a damn door. But she didn’t recognize where they were and she had no idea where to go. She wasn’t terribly familiar with Diagon Alley- truth be told, she had only been here just a few times when the help around the house had been sent off to complete other more important errands for her father or her grandmother. Plus, the family did most of their shopping in France. Luckily, Bubblegum seemed to know her way around in the alleys which Dahlia most definitely appreciated. ”I’m right behind you-” she confirmed, shuffling over the cobblestone after her newfound friend.

She could guess that she was currently in Knockturn Alley, but she didn’t mind. She would beat the shit out of anyone that bothered her here, and she was Bubblegum would have her back, if she didn’t start the beating before Dahlia did. Runa pulled her into a dark patch of another alleyway, making her silently gasp in surprise. She liked it. ”Bad company’s the best company, lovely.” she winked, giving one of Runa’s hands a squeeze. Her work? She worked in Knockturn. Hell, what was she getting herself into?

The question came from curiosity rather than worry, which could very well be a bad judgement call. But tonight’s events were unravelling in a direction that Dahlia enjoyed. It’d done the job of distracting her and providing great entertainment. Besides, Bubblegum was someone that she desperately needed in her life. If only they’d been in school together, perhaps she would have enjoyed it more with someone just as feisty as herself. Runa pulled her hand lightly, and Dahlia didn’t need to be told twice to follow. ”No touching anything, no problem. Must be interesting to work in Knockturn.” she inquired as she looked around at the grim surroundings. Her grandmother would shit herself if she knew where she was right now.


”I work with Quidditch,” she blurted, questioning the way she phrased it as soon as the words escaped her mouth. ”Er, rather, play it to work it? I play for a team. Kind of. Not yet, but I will. I’m sorta on a little break but I’ve got the gig.” her explanation was pure garbage, but Bubblegum was a smart cookie and would probably understand what she was trying to explain.


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More than nine months Runa had been in this shit city feeling impossibly alone, and it had taken just two weeks to turn all of that around entirely. No wonder her dreams felt like they were assaulting her, with the wealth of complicated people who had suddenly come into her life. She had her brother back. There was Tawny and now Dahlia. Her dreams had made her walk through so many croaking frogs, and it was always the amphibious people who turned out to be her most important, because they could support (or ruin) her in dreams and while she woke. Would she eat frogs with Dahlia in her sleep? There was still the question of whether or not she told that fuckboy someone was planning on tearing his little webbed limbs off, too. It would have been overwhelming to consider so many significant impacts to her life, if Runa hadn't considered herself as much of a warrior as she did.

A moment of concern for her new friend at the sound of her gasp was quickly dispelled when Dahlia squeezed her hand, and Runa's frown shifted into something of an awkward half-smile at the wink that followed. She could already tell that Dahlia was going to be one of those people that made her wish she could be into girls like that. It seemed a less likely way to get hurt, and even though that probably wasn't true at all, all Runa had was her experience. Oh well; she was just going to have to deal with the reality of her own bad taste in partners, and make up for it with the quality of her chosen Bad Company. She returned the squeeze of her hand and traded the wink for a dark smile. "Let's make it bad." she agreed.

Bad could be easily achieved, for someone who wasn't accustomed to Knockturn to be walking through the shelves of Borgin and Burkes after dark. Was it interesting to work in Knockturn? Runa shrugged, subtly pulling Dahlia away from the whispering mirror and closer to the counter where she worked. They could sit behind that and wait to see what kind of trouble the troglodytes who had hit on them and been hit in return got themselves up to in the Alley. "Yeah, prolly. I mean, I don't have much to compare it to. My last name kinda makes people give me the stink eye. It's not a big deal in the U.S." The issue of pureblood heritage was handled with such vast difference here and in the States. Runa was raised to be proud of her family, but she didn't know as much about her heritage as everyone here seemed to feel she should. There was a difference between memorizing rhymes about how the last twelve Lestranges died and knowing how you were related to every slack-faced inbred who wanted to bother you about it.

"Sick." she nodded. "Knock some teeth out for me, your first game. Someone else's. You played Quodpot ever? I don't see it here so much as I did at home. Shit explodes though, so that's a good time. You'd prolly like it." She took a few steps toward the counter, and pointed out the emaciated, severed hand standing up on its wrist. "Sometimes use that to prop my mirror in and fix my face. It's grabby though so not too close. You want a coke?"

Releasing the other girl's hand, Runa crouched down to the little lock box that was considered 'hers'. Most people kept important things like heirlooms or the week's pay in galleons in lock boxes, but all Runa had was a few sodas, a cooling potion, and a couple of sickles. She reached in for two of the cans and handed one to Dahlia. "We stayin' tucked in, or gonna watch by the window for these asshats?"

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