I'll be there just to watch you fall

“I’m fine. Haven’t been sleeping well is all- you are sure to know how it is
when you’re busy all day and then cant seem to shut your mind off when
it comes time to sleep,” Keera lied fluently, leaning back in the booth so that
her head was rested comfortably against the back. Keera watched as
Gabrielle ordered a cup of tea, and knew it was her time to take action.
She fingered a small vial within her vest pocket, and pulled it out, setting
it down in her lap gently; she couldn’t afford to break the thin glass, it would
ruin everything.

“In a way, yes, but I have fun doing it. I love playing chess as well, but that
is a game I haven’t plaid in quite a long while now,” she answered, grabbing
a strand of her hair in her fingers, pulling at it and splitting the ends absent-
mindedly. She was waiting for a good opportunity, and figured it was best
to keep up the conversation.

Keera glanced back at the table again and shook her head, “Nothing is wrong
with it, it just seems I have left something of mine back at that table. No wor-
ries, I will fetch it before I leave,” she assured her, fighting with herself, strugg-
ling to stay at Gabrielle’s table rather than run off and collect her cards.

“It seems not,” Keera replied with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Keera watched as Gabrielle left the table to find the restroom with an expression
of disbelieve on her face; luck had actually been on her side that time, and she
couldn’t believe it. She stood up and leaned over the table, making sure to be quick
just incase luck was trying to pull a trick on her. She held the small vial of green
liquid in her fingers carefully, pulling the small cork out of the rim. As soon as she
did so, a small puff of dark gray smoke rose from the vial, releasing a terrible smell
into the air that stung Keera’s throat to breath. She quickly tipped the vial over and
watched as the poison spilled out into Gabrielle’s glass of tea, raspy laughter esc-
aping her lips despite her attempts to keep quite. The tea turned one shade darker,
but other than that, it was completely unoticable- even the smell had been masked
by the strong smell of the tea.

“Leaving so soon?” the old waitress from before asked, appearing – seemingly-
out of nowhere. Keera smiled and nodded, corking the vial before slipping it into her
vest pocket discreetly. She walked away from Gabrelle’s table to retrieve her deck
of playing cards from her own table, “Good Day!” Keera called to the waitress over
her shoulder, glad to be rid of her and the rest of the people in the coffee shop.

As soon as Keera walked out the shop’s front door, she started to run, her long lea-
ther vest whipping about her feet as she went. She made a sharp turn into one of the
many alleys in that part of London, and looked over her shoulder to make sure no one
was fallowing her. She walked further down the alley until she came to a molding woo-
den door that was almost invisible in the dark place. She knocked three times, struggling
to catch her breath after the long run there. Now all she needed to do was to wait at
an ally’s house until the Aurors got the news that Gabrielle had been poisoned, and then
she would make her next move.

[NOTE: I'll figure out who Keera's ally is and then he/she will join the thread]

As soon as Isidora opened the door Keera shoved her way inside, desperate to get as far
away from the ‘crime scene’ as possible. She knew there were thousands of different piec-
es of evidence that she left behind, but she still felt that if she were out of sight, she would
be out of mind. “Just got finished with a job and I thought I’d drop by,” she replied sarcastic-
ally, a bit bitter towards Isidora, as always, though she was very grateful she had invited
her inside.

“I need a place to stay for the rest of the day and evening. I’ll be out of here by tomorrow
morning,” she answered, leaning against one of the cabinets in the large room. She slid down
slowly until she was sitting down on the cold, stone floor and rubbed her face. Keera had
just committed a murder- or at least, if everything went as planned from that point on –and it
was just sinking in. The guilt, of course, was going to be something she would have to deal
with. It wasn’t the first time someone had died because of Keera, but it was still just as hard
to get over, much like the shellshock soldiers dealt with. A murderer with guilt… nice.

Keera looked up at Isidora and her bottle of fire whiskey, and frowned. “No, no, you know I
don’t drink, Isidora,” she replied simply, waving the offer away. Keera knew they would have
to put there differences aside for the evening if they ever wanted to get along for that long,
and that was going to be quite a difficult task for Keera to accomplish.