A Bleak Return
A creak emitted from the oaken door of the Hog's Head Pub as it was pushed open by a gloved hand. The pub was not empty, but not as full as it had been hours earlier. It was quite early in the morning, five o'clock, but quite late at night for the cloaked figure that stepped into the building.
Sensible black leather boots with pointed toes were barely visible under the hem of the cloak, the deepest green in colour. The hood was pulled low low over a face, keeping what was not covered in shadow.
The swishing of the cloak and the soft thud of the boots was lost in the noise of a few stragglers talking, and a barkeep sweeping up the floor behind the counter.
The stride was purposeful, regal almost, as the mysterious figure made its way over to the counter and took a seat on one of the stools.
In a fluid, quick motion, one black leather gloved hand appeared from the depths of the cloak and waved down the barkeep. The voice was sleek and feminine, with the slightest hint of exhaustion.
Magical tingling wafted through Amaya's nerves as powerful wards around at the school, and subtler alarms scattered throughout the region surrounding it activated upon feeling the charm given to Amaya by Tomal. A voice sounded close to her ears as Tomal cast a spell, communicating with the long absent geomancer.
"Amaya, your return has impeccable timing as usual, please come to Knockturn's Hags Eye pub, we have much to dscuss."
The voice cut out, none at the pub hearing or knowing of the intrusion except for her.
Re: A Bleak Return
A smal sigh escaped the hidden lips of the woman as the voice faded from her mind.
Tossing a few coins onto the counter, the woman picked up the glass and downed the contents, showing a chin and mouth for a split second before she put the glass down.
Without hesitation, she got up, and walked back across the floor, hew new destination in Knockturn Alley.
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