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t h e r e s e ❥ ([info]alongday) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2014-04-13 16:42:00


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Entry tags:nicodemo penrose, therese bonaccord

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Holding onto the strap of her bag, Therese examined the entrance to the alley that led to Knockturn Alley. Her toe dug into the ground as her leg rocked back and forth, taking her next steps into consideration. There was never a good tale to tell when you entered Knockturn Alley, but it was really her only option. She liked to consider herself a woman who could take on her own adventures, but there was always a strange, nearly howling breeze that came out of Knockturn.

Her shampoo was not that important, was it?

It sounded silly even thinking it! But! Matilda Rowle had always provided her with a special brand that was widely regarded amongst the veela population, something Therese had believed would cause her hair to fall out the moment the concoction touched her scalp. Therese had very little veela blood, but her mother had always commented that her hair was a gift from her ancestors. Right. In any case, the shampoo (and conditioner!) had been something she'd sworn by since leaving Hogwarts, and--she felt a twisting guilt to use something other than the brand that Matilda had found her for.

Merlin, this was a stupid argument she was having with only herself. She was a grown woman, a former Slytherin! There was nothing to be nervous about. Therese straightened her shoulders and took the first few steps into Knockturn. She lifted her chin; she'd be in and out, that was all. People came in and out of here all the time.

This little errand would go perfectly fine.



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[info]otets
2014-04-13 11:02 pm UTC (link)
Nicodemo leapt over the Stunned body of an extremely muscular man and tore out of the newly created door (hole) he'd fashioned, whose edges were still smoking, bag smacking against his thigh as he hastily tucked it into his belt.

"AFTER HIM!" he heard Rengstorff (affectionately nicknamed "Twitch" by Nicodemo for his utter inability to remain perfectly still and overall slimy demeanour) shriek, and knew that the two wizards guarding the interior door, the two guarding the door outside the alley, and any number of Twitch's men hiding in plain sight would be hot on his tail.

He supposed a box which turned any object placed into it into solid gold was worth a lot of trouble. Nicodemo also thought that it was a bit silly to fuss over the price of said object, because the box made gold! Money would be literally no object.

But, as he quickly learned upon pointing out such a discrepancy, many mad, power-hungry wizards did not think as logically as he did.

Beauty and brains, Nicodemo liked to say as he fought his way out of the ensuing melee. It was all part and parcel of being a freelancing curse-breaker. A pirate, some more fanciful than he might say.

Leaping over a sleeping hag, he dodged a curse or two and kicked over a display stand, mostly to be a nuisance but also to distract his pursuers enough to duck around a corner unseen. Nicodemo could hear shouts behind him, but they were still too far away to chase after him. He threw his cloak onto a dusty, grey looking wizard of indeterminate age and gender curled into a corner that seemed very grateful for it. His eyes scanned the stands and shopfronts, looking for something to quickly alter his appearance. Sparing a glance behind him, he could see some of the thuggish wizards making their way down the street, swooping on the person he'd bestowed his cloak upon, then rearing away with disgust and anger upon realising it wasn't him.

Hmm. Nicodemo turned back around, continuing his search. Likely, he should have stuck to removing his own box and person and not lifted several of Twitch's artefacts as compensation for the ordeal he was undoubtedly about to experience.

Such was the life of a pirate.

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[info]alongday
2014-04-14 12:15 am UTC (link)
This had been a horrible, horrible idea.

"No, no, that's quite all right," Therese said, trying to as gently as possible get her hair out of the hag's grip. Yes, a hag had her long, spindly fingers curled into her hair after she had marveled at how shiny it was. Therese's lips pressed tightly together as she held back a yelp, and she stared up at the ceiling of the little shop to try and gather some strength. She had been given a discount on the bottles she required and in her short-lived happiness had stepped within arms length of the crooked nosed woman behind the counter.

"You could sell this for quite the fortune, my pretty," the hag said with a crackle in her voice. With her free hand, she pointed her finger, tapping Therese's nose with a cracked nail. "And just how attached are you to your eyes?"

The eyes in question widened in shock and Therese ignored the pain she was in and quickly pulled herself out of the hag's grasp. Backing away quickly, she threw a few more sickles onto the counter and let out a few incomprehensible apologies and excuses for having to leave so quickly and suddenly! Therese put her hands up and continued out the store, eyes staying locked on the hag even after the bell of the door opening rang and her heels hit the cobblestone of the pavement. The door swung shut as if insulted by her escape and Therese managed a quick breath of relief. She would never venture into Knockturn Alley again! She would rather her hair fall out and have to wear a bonnet every day of her life before she took one step further into---

It felt like she'd been hit by a train. Therese somehow managed to stay upright, mostly due to the fact that her hands were tangled up in the robes of person who had just barreled into her. Or had she tripped them up? Everything was spinning right now, she couldn't tell.

"Excuse---sorry?" she managed, attempting to get a better grip to keep herself standing.

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[info]otets
2014-04-24 11:19 pm UTC (link)
Nicodemo caught himself after barreling into a witch that had backed suddenly into his path, skidding and stumbling until he managed to regain his balance. He'd barely taken a breath before picking up his foot to start running again, necessarily heedless of the person he'd become tangled up with upon nearly trampling them, when he saw one of the goons waddle into the narrow street from the direction he'd been escaping toward.

That was a pickle. A quick glance over his shoulder showed that the ones chasing him had not yet rounded the corner behind him.

Decision made, the tension from preparing to all but fly out of the Alley left his body as he helped right the witch, and then slid his arm smoothly around her shoulder.

"While I've got you here, might I beg your opinion?" Nicodemo craned his face away from the street, subtly tugging the collar of his robes higher. "Which one these," he threw his hand out towards the table, "would you consider purchasing? It's so difficult to choose just… one…" His gaze fell on the table, which was a collection of horrible gnome statues in various states of teeth-gnashing and sin-committing.

Well.

"Hypothetically," he added. Although, really, the idea was growing on him.

Nicodemo dared a look back once more before appearing to give his attention wholeheartedly to the woman his arm was around.

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[info]alongday
2014-04-27 07:38 pm UTC (link)
Panic seized her once she realized he was not simply helping her right herself. Therese stiffened under the man's arm and she looked up with great alarm in her eyes. This was absolutely the worst idea she'd ever had! No amazingly effective hair product was worth the stress her heart had been put under in the last fifteen minutes. She'd been accosted by a greedy hag, escaped her grasp, and accosted once again by a--

--peculiarly handsome street rat.

"Er..." Therese stammered, admittedly thrown off guard once again by how good-looking he was. Yet another unexpected twist of her adventure into Knockturn. She planted her feet into the ground in an attempt to keep him from pulling her into some dark corner, feeling as if any more of a scene might cause even more trouble than she was already in. The gnomes in question were truly grotesque and Therese searched for a response to the foul little statues.

"The one pleasuring itself could certainly add to your garden's atmosphere," she let out quickly, hand waving toward the vulgar statue.

She noticed his quick, concerned glance over his shoulder and soon shouts could be heard. A thief was on the loose? Has anyone seen--ah. Ah! Those voices however, sounded much scarier than that of the man with his arm around her...and it probably would do her no good to attempt to point out his location as he had his arm around her...Therese flushed in anxiety. If this was the thief they were looking for, she had to stay on his good sign, and that meant helping him to not get caught.

This was the worst idea she'd ever had.

"Your hair is a mess," she said in a sweet voice, and managing to rely on some Slytherin survival skills she played a bit with his hair, covering his eyes and tugging his collar up. She would have to scrub her hands later after touching his robes.

"Whatever am I going to do with you?" Therese said with a pointed stare.

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[info]otets
2014-04-28 02:48 am UTC (link)
He did a double-take when the lady fluffed his hair, a note of censure in her voice. Did he know her?

Worse yet, had he slept with her and then not remembered her? The thought had him breaking out into a cold sweat that a group of bloodthirsty thugs had failed to summon. He didn't make a habit of it; it had only happened a handful of times, under extenuating circumstance, he really didn't—

—No, she was… helping him?

His glance darted back and forth from either end of the street, noting the disturbance Twitch's men were causing, asking (or rather, demanding) of people if they had seen someone resembling his description. Nicodemo supposed putting two and two together, the wizard hastening away with the ensuing pursuants, was probably inevitable.

Which meant she was being a rather good sport, considering there was a good possibility she thought her life was in danger, and also that the tattered robes he'd shrugged on were perfumed with eau de pisse and numerous other intermingling stenches. Even his seasoned nose wrinkled upon closer inspection.

"Love me, I suppose," he said, dolefully. "At the very least," Nicodemo eyed one of the wizards nearing where they stood, grabbing bystanders and prodding convenient hiding spaces. He tugged his hood up and started to slowly pull her away, hoping to double-back along the alley they'd already checked, or duck into one of the shops, "allow me to buy you something pretty to show my utmost devotion."

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[info]alongday
2014-04-28 02:48 pm UTC (link)
It was now apparent that his every move was an attempt to avoid capturing the attention of his pursuers. Therese felt a bit more confident in her rapid fire problem-solving skills as he continued to play along with the facade. Her heart was ready to burst out of her chest and she was on the very verge of shrieking in fear that this was going to end up quite poorly for her, but. She somehow managed an outward composure.

But what if those chasing after him spotted him and saw her as an accomplice? An accomplice! This was not Diagon Alley, those were not hitwizards that she could trust would follow the proper legal procedures when this chase came to an end! Those were---thugs was the only word that Therese could find that could properly describe them. Who knew what they would do to him once he was caught? Who knew what they would do to the woman he was acting quite comfortable with?

Bloody hell.

As they moved, her feet simply going along with his plan while her mind shrieked to halt, Therese caught sight of how liberally they were grabbing at people and pulling them away from their stands and storefronts. Everyone in the alley was just gawking and staring as they approached, they were like sitting ducks waiting to be zapped. The thugs glared at, but didn't harass, an old bickering couple and came closer still. She and the vagrant moved quickly, but she pulled him to a stop in front of a stand that had beautiful, if not hexed with dark magic, necklaces.

Her next move would be her third horrible idea of the afternoon. Therese let out a great sigh as she flung her arms around his neck.

"For moi? You shouldn't have!" Over his shoulder she watched the thugs approach, making eye contact with them for a split second before she twisted and kissed the thief square on the lips. Public displays of affection were a good method at getting people to turn the other way, and if this didn't deter their search, at least his handsome features translated into a rather good kiss.

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[info]otets
2014-06-13 09:00 pm UTC (link)
Although a lot of strange things happened to him on his adventures, and kissing pretty strangers happened more than one might think, it didn't happen often enough for it to stop being a novelty.

Particularly not to Nicodemo, who enjoyed nothing more than kissing pretty strangers and had no problem taking his time and enjoying a (very chaste) caress or two in the meantime. Though the reality was most likely this little show of affection was a quick thinking diversion of her own, he liked to think that despite the uncomely smell of the cloak he had stolen, his charms were such that even intimidated strangers could not contain themselves around him.

He could hear Larkin laughing at him.

Excellent snog or not, there was every indication in the book that she might be stark raving mad, cosying up to a wizard currently being pursued by dangerous thugs as she was, but given that the same could be said about him, Nicodemo didn't see the harm in them taking a chance on one another.

"Stick with me, darling," he drawled, putting his arm back around her and gesturing grandly to the display before them with the other. "I'll see you decked out with all the finest cursed jewels in the land."

One of the assailants wandered too nearer to them, so Nicodemo ducked his head to hers and played with his momentary accomplice's hair, making as i to stare deeply into her eyes in the kind of public display of romance that nauseated even the nosiest of onlookers while his gaze darted over her shoulders.

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