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[LEXII CROSS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] A WARNING TO THE PEOPLE, THE GOOD AND THE EVIL, THIS IS WAR The Words: five hundred eighty The Notes my muse is dead to me. Tucked into the back of her small flat in the middle of London England, a young foreign witch bit her lip in worry. Had she known that running from her past had lead her into the danger of the future, she would of thought of it as a stupid thing. But her eyes turned to the wet weather of London, how it brought down her mood, despite her mother always saying she was a happy go lucky woman. But Lexii Ann Cross was confused by her choices. She had a loving family back in her birth country, but her life was placed her for a reason. There had to be a reason she wanted to come to the European Countries, nearly half way across the world. So she kept it all in and moved herself to wards the front door. Dressed in black jeans and a black tank-top with a small, but light, sweater to cover her arms. Her hair was pulled up into a tight pony-tail as she pulled on her black boots, her wand being placed between her leg and the boot that was placed on her left leg. Looking into her flat mirror, she studied herself before opening the door and waving to her pet cat, Whiskers, to not wait up. Walking down the hallway of the clearly muggle flat, she waved to the friendly muggles as they waved back and passed on hellos. She exited the building and before she could even bother with looking around, headed straight for the alley way behind her house. She paused to make sure no one was around before she aparated. Landing gracefully in the alley-way behind the only wand shop that sold 'harry potter' his wand, Lexii trotted out with out a care in the world. Her pocket was filled with coins that could be used to by that new charms book she had ordered from Canada. Laughing, she keep up a steady pace till she came face to face with the small book shop in Diagon Alley. Taking in a deep breath she pushed open the door and headed to the desk. A woman was there and with a friendly hello, and a mention of the book, her coins had vanished and were replaced with a lovely thick book. Holding the small bag that held the book, she nibbled on her lower lip and looked at the sky. It wasn't raining or snowing at the moment, but she could feel it in the air. Just something she had picked up while in school. Laughing to herself, she opened the charms book and flipped to the index, she dragged her finger down and laughed as she saw the bird spell. Shutting the book, she placed it in the bag and whispered a small shrinking spell and placed the smaller bag into her jean pocket and if it hadn't been for her being an outsider already, she would of skipped down the road. But for now she walked. Looking at the streets, she lowered her eyes and walked alone for once. But with her eyes lowered she didn't notice that she was about to walk into someone. With a soft thud, Lexii found herself on her behind on the ground. With out looking up, she spoke to the one she had walked into. "Sorry! My fault, I should of looked where I was going." She said, her accent clearly not from the 'old world' as the muggles loved to say. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ericavery]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #405142 4px solid; border-right: #405142 2px dashed; background: #161616; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- HELLO STRANGER ----- ----- Beware the danger ----- Reaching a hand down, a clever smile forming on his face, his amused eyes met the victim in whom had met his shoulder before collapsing to the pavement. “No harm, no foul... You all right?” He asked, his sepia eyes studying her curiously. Her accent had been unfamiliar to his ears, though he traveled frequently. It was his personality that set him apart from many of the other Death Eaters, they would likely have snapped at the slightest inconvenience... Well, at least a couple of them. He had nothing better to do, in fact, he had all ready finished the errand that he had been on, and was preparing to take a load off at the Leaky Cauldron. While it was true that there were a lot of misconceptions about Eric Avery growing up. Because of his placement in Slytherin House, and his closeness to Severus Snape, many believed Eric to be just as cold and ruthless as the rest of the Death Eaters he went to school with. The truth was in fact that Eric loved people, and often was not particularly cruel to them, unless they picked his bones first: The fastest way being dragging Severus Snape into disputes, or making a fool out of himself and those he cared for. Things hadn't started getting really bad until Severus had left the Death Eaters to become a spy, abandoning Eric. As a result of Severus' betrayal, Eric developed a split personality. There was Eric, the sweet, sensual, and charismatic man... Then there was Avery, a closed in killer. Fortunately for this new girl, who was obviously very out of place, she had bumped into Eric. Once he had the girl safely off of the busy pavement, he graced her with a polite smile. “Looks like you're new around here, am I right?” He wondered, knowing he could be completely wrong. “Names' Eric.” With a curt bow of the head, he ushered the young woman to proceed in the direction she was headed when he had collided with her, perhaps curiosity claiming more of him than he had initially realized. He was attracted, non-romantically of course, to foreign people. He loved learning about different cultures, and of course there was always more to learn. “Need a guide? Or maybe just some company?” He asked, knowing the question was quite odd. He smiled, holding a hand over where his heart should be. “Forgive the intrusion, it's just your accent intrigued me...” He admitted honestly. “I can't place it, quite... Would it be too bold if I were to inquire where it is that you come from?” He asked, his sepia eyes betraying his child-like interest in the subject. Then he saw it best to tack on: “I was just heading to one of the local toy stores. I placed an order for a rainguard. It's one of those objects that predicts when teaching outdoors might be a bad idea.... Not to insult your intelligence... Pardon me, I do babble too much when I'm nervous or.. Well.. Or excited.” He stated, wondering what it was that made him so brave around strangers, that he couldn't call upon when he needed it around other intruders. “Be that as it may...” He smiled again, this time a bit sheepishly. “If you've come alone perhaps we can take a peek around Diagon Alley together.” He teased lightly. tag: Lexii ;; Notes: My muse is buried somewhere too, maybe we can revive each other =D template by eliza @ shadowplay

[LEXII CROSS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] A WARNING TO THE PEOPLE, THE GOOD AND THE EVIL, THIS IS WAR The Tagged: ERIC The Notes yes, but it's been a while since i role-played (since december) so i'm a bit rusty. Raising an eyebrow, but taking the hand offered to her, she rose to her feet in a fluent motion. Removing her hand from his she smiled, in a way a friend would smile to another friend, and brushed off any dirt that might of been on her from her fall. Clearly from around the parts, she dusted her self off once more before offering another smile and tilting her head. But she dare note that he had a very nice, polite smile, one she had not seen on crazed wizards and witches. "I've been here for four year, it's still shocking sometimes."

[/color] She laughed lightly as she soon learned his name. "Pleasure Eric. Names Lexii." She noted the lack of surname. She was still a bit off on the whole gesture to move by, but she shrugged. She had nothing to do, and when he offer to be a guide, or company she couldn't help but feel the mood in her lighten. "Sure! I was going to head home for a spot of tea, but if you have other plans, I can tag along!" She inwardly fist pumped as she got the 'spot of tea' right. Although as she had tried to speak in more of a British accent it had failed. She sounded more like a fish out of water, then a true British woman. She watched in with a stiff body as his hands moved, but very slowly stopped and smile as he spoke of her accent. He even asked where she was from. Lexii was by far someone who would throw her pride and joy into being a strong willed and loyal child to the country that held her as a citizen for years. "It's no problem! I'm from Canada!" She said, she brushed the hair that had fallen from her pony tail from her eyes and her head tilted to the left a little to stare at the man. When he started to babble she hide her true amusement behind a straight face, it was broken when he started to part his sentence. Laughing lightly, she turned on her heel so she was facing the same way he was. "It ain't no problem Eric! I think the toy store will be lovely!"[/color] She thought back to her house and how she had a toy moose laying on her bed, looking as old as she was. She loved that stuffed toy, but who would guess that she hugged it when ever she got hurt, or when she was in the hospital it was all she wanted. in all honesty, it was what her dad and given her and it was the last thing she had of him. so smiling at the new... man in her life. 'haha! that's so puny... wait, that doesn't even make sense!' She thought as she listened to him. His sheepish smile was sweet, and she returned it with her million-dollar smile... or well her best smile. "Why, a peek around Diagon Alley sounds about right!" She offered Eric her arm as she looked to wards the direction of the toy store. Perhaps they had toy moose there...[/div]

created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ericavery]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #405142 4px solid; border-right: #405142 2px dashed; background: #161616; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- HELLO STRANGER ----- ----- Beware the danger ----- Arching both brows in amusement as the young woman dusted herself off, he offered a warm smile. “Lexii. The pleasure is mine to be sure.” She had mentioned that she had been living in the area for about four years, which wasn't too long when one stepped back to view the bigger picture. “Well, what do you think so far?” He asked with a pleasant smile. “In my opinion, there's no better place in the world than Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, or even Hogsmeade.” The truth was he was a pureblood, and had been raised to behave as one, though he always worked against his father, choosing Slytherin house only to not bring shame to his family. Diagon Alley had been the home of many of the few rare heartwarming moments of Eric's life. Though most of his happier years were spent at Hogwarts in the company of Severus and Lucas. Lexii mentioned she was heading home for tea, and Eric allowed his face to fill with a child-like amusement. “Home for a spot-of-tea?” He chuckled, shaking his head and pointing to a small outlet on the side of the alley, the outside decorated by colorful umbrellas. “The cafes just there are known for their tea and kebabs, I'm willing to treat you to lunch if you like... Consider it a thank you for keeping me company... Can't tell you the last time I was able to speak with someone.” He stated, not quite truly, though it wouldn't be advisable to sit down and blab about other Death Eaters. “Canada.” Of course, now that accent made a little more sense now. “What is it like to live there?” He wondered, curious as to if the culture was different. He had never given thought to cultures varying before his first year at Hogwarts. Severus, oh poor Severus, seemed be relatively newer to the world of witchcraft than he had been, and even though he was well educated, his background had been shocking in contrast to his own. Furthermore, he wasn't the only one with a very different upbringing. Eric always found himself more interested in the stories of others, wishing to read them as one might read a book. People were very interesting indeed. Taking Lexii's arm, his stride halted pausing to allow Lexii choose a direction. He was not in any hurry, and spending time outdoors in this weather seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. “It's been a while.” He admitted simply looking down the lane. “It's funny, how this place looks the same as it did ten years ago... I swear Diagon Alley and Hogwarts are the two places in the Wizarding World that can be touched by age, and never get old, or change with the times.. It's truly magical.” Meeting her eyes, he tilted his head to the side, before beginning to lead Lexii in the direction of the cafe. “So... What do you do? I know it seems to be an off-handed question, forgive me for that, I absolutely adore people. They're never predictable. They never tell the same story twice.” tag: Lexii ;; Notes: My muse is buried somewhere too, maybe we can revive each other =D template by eliza @ shadowplay