RP: Fresh Off The Beat
Date: 9 April 2005
Characters: Gabrielle Delacour, Hermione Granger
Location: The streets of Stoatshead hill
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione finally finds out how Gabrielle supports herself.
Completion: Incomplete
Screaming running panting smirking jumping hiding.
They'd never catch her.
They just didn't know it yet.
Gabrielle darted through the crowd, minor hexes flying over her head, only occasionally hitting her Shield charm. She grinning as the hexes became further and further apart, the caster having trouble keeping up with her.
She chanced a look back only to run headlong into someone, cursing vilely under her breath and catching her balance almost immediately. She glanced at the person to make sure they weren't hurt before starting to run off again, only to freeze when she realized the person she'd nearly run over was Hermione Granger.
"Hermione?" Gabrielle said disbelievingly, stiffening as she heard her pursuers closing the space between them.
"Shit!" She swore, snatching Hermione's hand and hauling her into a nearby doorway. The pickpocket kept them as far under the cover of the storefront as she could, not relaxing until the sound of footsteps had faded.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Gabrielle straightened up out of her height-concealing slouch, murmured the counter to the charm that had turned her hair a dull brunette, and turned to Hermione, flushed but smiling.
"I am truly sorry to disturb your evening, Hermione," She apologized, running a hand through her hair absently, "I trust you are not hurt?"
Characters: Gabrielle Delacour, Hermione Granger
Location: The streets of Stoatshead hill
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione finally finds out how Gabrielle supports herself.
Completion: Incomplete
Screaming running panting smirking jumping hiding.
They'd never catch her.
They just didn't know it yet.
Gabrielle darted through the crowd, minor hexes flying over her head, only occasionally hitting her Shield charm. She grinning as the hexes became further and further apart, the caster having trouble keeping up with her.
She chanced a look back only to run headlong into someone, cursing vilely under her breath and catching her balance almost immediately. She glanced at the person to make sure they weren't hurt before starting to run off again, only to freeze when she realized the person she'd nearly run over was Hermione Granger.
"Hermione?" Gabrielle said disbelievingly, stiffening as she heard her pursuers closing the space between them.
"Shit!" She swore, snatching Hermione's hand and hauling her into a nearby doorway. The pickpocket kept them as far under the cover of the storefront as she could, not relaxing until the sound of footsteps had faded.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Gabrielle straightened up out of her height-concealing slouch, murmured the counter to the charm that had turned her hair a dull brunette, and turned to Hermione, flushed but smiling.
"I am truly sorry to disturb your evening, Hermione," She apologized, running a hand through her hair absently, "I trust you are not hurt?"