Rise was lost, sure she had been lost before, but never THIS lost. She had made it to Diagon Alley, by herself... made it away from the scary people in the house, away from the werewolves, and the hiding. And now she had no idea where she was. Technically she was still being looked for, people were still unaware that she was even alive, which was the main reason she had a hood on, and a long sweeping traveling cloak. Rise looked around, half hoping to see some sort of neon sign that said "You need to go that way" But her hopes were useless, as obviously there wasn't a sign.
Shaking her head, she felt her hood fall down over her hair, and she was quick to pull it back up again. Her eyes searching to see if anyone had seen her mistake. Seeing no one, Rise sped down the alley, and turned, heading into an even darker alley. She hoped she looked menacing, or at least like she knew what she was doing, as she sped along the corridors of dark, stinky mess. Hoping to look like some Death Eater or other, on their way either to a kill, or to a meeting. Biting her lip, she looked around, and came face to face with a man.
"Oh.. excuse me.." She said her voice a lot weaker then she meant it to be. "And where would a poppet like yourself be heading off to this late, and down this alley eh?" The man wheezed, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol, and his fingers were running down the edges of her cloak, pulling her in towards him. "Wouldn't happen to have an opening on your list tonight eh sweetie?" He asked with a grin, his eyes rolling in his head.
Rise tried to push him away, but only succeeded in tripping back and hitting the wall behind her. He came at her, and Rise ducked, feeling fear and something else start to fill her head. Something else, as in that puppy that until that moment had usually kept still, watching, listening, but never reacting. The puppy that was suddenly very angry at the man, the puppy that was about to take control. Good thing it wasn't a full moon.
"Let me go you vile beast." She said wrenching her cloak out of his grip and watching him stumble. "I am not a prostitute! Go back to the hell hole you came from!" She growled, sounding a lot braver then she felt, but the anger of the dog within her was controlling her now, and she was completely at its mercy. The guy had fallen, and he wiped at a bloody lip angrily. "You'll pay for that girlie." He growled and lunged to his feet, his hands outstretched, running straight at her.