A woman sat on a rocking chair near the Shrine, cackling to herself.
"Not so harmless, eh?" she asked the unconcious form on the ground. She gulped from a green wine bottle, nervously petting one of the cats on her lap while others fawned around.
"Thought you could come in and make off with things while Amalyn is unconcious. Not going to happen, meh pretties!"
She pushed up her spectacles, glaring at the bedraggled child. "Can't even brush your hair before you go out in the morning? The nerve of you young whippersnappers."
Standing, the cat slipped down the black fabric with a yowl of protest, but the woman disregarded it. "Think you are smart, eh? Just a little old woman, oh of course you can get her to look the other way."
She snorted, tears coming to her eyes as she laughed. After a moment, she straitened, pulling her wand back out from her enormous purse.
"I think we have had enough fun, yes? Let's see how you submit to a bit of -- Crucio!" she snarled, as a hand snaked toward her ankle.
Kicking the shaking body, she shook her head in disgust. "You sicken me."
((And so, this is Lillith. Bitter, old, and that crazy old cat-lady who lives down the street. But has a wand on top of her bitterness and the cans of cat food she chucks at people for looking at her the wrong way))
 amalyn · Fri Oct 01, 2004 @ 03:11am · 0 Comments |
