Post by URIEL DAGGER SILVER on Aug 18, 2012 9:09:53 GMT -5
Ah yes, the smell of dead flowers and rotting bodies in harmony with each other. The sheer composition of such smell brings most people puking their guts out, but not this man alright. Uriel Silver rather enjoyed smelling decaying organisms. Probably cause of the years that hardened his senses as well as heightened them. Such stench would prove nothing to him. Yet it actually delighted him. The young wizard at such an age had the nerves on him. Just like his bloodline, whom all are ow six feet under cause of that attribute. Thankfully, Uri was more than aware of how to guard himself.
The stench of rotting corpses was nowhere but the darker twin of Diagon Alley, Knockturn alley. The dark street was actually a huge site of illicit underground activity. Magical Illegal Artifacts being sold, exchange of information about Dark Arts and other things. Making it the perfect hide out for Uriel. While he was supposed to go to school, a vanishing cabinet can do wonders. He still wondered why he wasn't caught. but he wasn't complaining in any sense. Especially if you were looking for a getaway from idiots known as other Hogwarts Students. And it didn't help that American ones joined in with the moronfest.
The small pub across the road had it's light shining out of it's windows. The sound of grown men smashing their huge fists onto wooden tables who were clearly not built to take such force. Barbarians were running around the Pub. Quite savage for a person like Silver. The wizard might be brutal, but he was never a savage, each stroke he made was with intelligence. He didn't believe in killing everything. He believed that there was a plan for anything. The wizard paced towards the pub even further. But he was stopped when he heard footsteps. The wizard's reflexes kicked in, withdrawing his wand and pointing it besides him. "Whoever you are, turn around and step away."
The stench of rotting corpses was nowhere but the darker twin of Diagon Alley, Knockturn alley. The dark street was actually a huge site of illicit underground activity. Magical Illegal Artifacts being sold, exchange of information about Dark Arts and other things. Making it the perfect hide out for Uriel. While he was supposed to go to school, a vanishing cabinet can do wonders. He still wondered why he wasn't caught. but he wasn't complaining in any sense. Especially if you were looking for a getaway from idiots known as other Hogwarts Students. And it didn't help that American ones joined in with the moronfest.
The small pub across the road had it's light shining out of it's windows. The sound of grown men smashing their huge fists onto wooden tables who were clearly not built to take such force. Barbarians were running around the Pub. Quite savage for a person like Silver. The wizard might be brutal, but he was never a savage, each stroke he made was with intelligence. He didn't believe in killing everything. He believed that there was a plan for anything. The wizard paced towards the pub even further. But he was stopped when he heard footsteps. The wizard's reflexes kicked in, withdrawing his wand and pointing it besides him. "Whoever you are, turn around and step away."