Some say Knockturn Alley was for the dangerous people, the people who were on the Dark side of magic, and loved everything about Voldemort, Gindelwald, or whoever new came up to be big bad and evil.
Micki didn't adhere to these rules though.
Micki swept into Knockturn Alley with a grand flourish of a trench coat (Her new favorite clothing piece), and stared down the dark crooked alley for a moment before setting off.
Micki was something unlike what Knockturn Alley often saw, besides her trench coat, she was dressed rather strangely. Green bottles that glowed hung from her ears, so even in the dark alley, people could see her face rather well, her hair was a mess of wild tangles that had an overall windswept look to it, her clothing underneath her trench coat was no better.
A man's shirt that buttoned up the front, and short shorts, even in the cold autumn weather, she didn't seem to feel the icy drafts as it ran up her leg, and it left one to wonder if her coat had something on it to keep her legs warm.
Under both of her arms, Micki carried giant glass jars, empty, but not for long, because quite suddenly, midstride, Micki froze on the spot, spun around and half ran over to a blank stretch of wall. Setting her jars down, Micki pulled from the inside of her coat, a small scraper type object, and set to work at digging it into the crack of the wall.
After a moment of this, a small dark black plant made it's presence known, and without wasting another moment, Micki dug more into the wall, before the full, tiny plant was pulled out, and dropped into one of the jars. Inside of the jar, it sat on the bottom, completely boring and black, but Micki stared at it in fascination for a moment longer before picking up both her jars and continuing down the road.
((OOC: How she looks:outfit))
by Micki McKoon Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:57 am
