The Streets are Alive (meissa)

[LILY LUNA POTTER]

Lily walked proudly down the streets of Diagon Alley. She loved being in the busy streets people that she didn't know greeting her only because of her last name, Potter. The famous boy who lived was her father. Yet after all he had accomplished the world sat on the coming of yet another war in which the Death Eaters were the ones being persecuted. She didn't really think this was fair yet she did think they were getting what they deserved.

She smiled to herself. No matter what was going on in the world the streets of Diagon Alley were still alive and well. The loud hum of voices excited Lily and the beautiful colors charmed her eyes. Lily was headed toward the robes shop. She was a fashion addict and she knew it. Lily always had to look the best she could. Lily had never really gotten too indepth into blending in when she was in the Muggle world, she preferred just to use her Animagus form of a doe there, it was much faster. However when she did dress in muggle clothing it was far too expensive for the average muggle.

Lily was silent though she was smiling still so she looked friendly. She was trying to listen to the thoughts of those around her while still being aware of her surroundings. Lily had that ability as well, Legilimens. She could listen to others minds. It was a sure way to find out someone's alliances, a safety net if you will for going out in public. The Order was neutral so far, being neither with Rowan or the Death Eaters but they were always trying to be convinced one way or the other, somethimes by odd or even painful ways.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE WHAT I'VE BECOME.

If there was anything that the brunette girl who cut through the streets of London, an annoyed yet determined mask fitted perfectly over her delicate pretty features to shade her from the world, it was being sent on an errand that was not her own. It was something common that she had learnt to deal with whilst sat behind her office inside the Ministry, after all, she was at the beck and call of not only the Minister but his undersecretary as well, making Meissa, more or less, their slaves at times. Of course there, it was her job, she was required to do every movement with a shining smile and a polite word, but out here, she was allowed to be herself, and to be sent on a stupid errand for her younger by minutes twin sister, was not something she appreciated.

Semella Riddles head was fixed firmly in the clouds some day, of this Meissa was sure, and that the darker girl had expected Meissa to do such a thing just proved it. Then again, here she was, more for the fact that she longed to be out of the way of her brother's unnaturally brewing anger whilst it was ripping through the lonely hallways of the Riddle Manor, the one haven they had kept to themselves throughout this whole damn war. If, however, she had been informed that said errand was to go and pick up some robes for her dearest sister, she wouldn't have been so eager to comply. More importantly, if she had realised that such a journey would have meant she had to encounter the highly disgusting visage of another one of those annoying Potter creations, then it would have been out of the question.

However, as she pushed open the door of the small shop that lined Diagon Alley and she stepped into the slight gloom, dressed much more sophisticated than anything this little excuse for a shop could possibly offer her, though admittedly, rather muggle like, she had allowed the slight pinch to her features to lift away. Once her eyes focused however, the story became another matter. With a rather haughty expression, and her distaste evident in the words that slipped from between her pursed lips she regarded the ginger girl inside. So this is why there are so few witches and wizards being brought to justice nowadays with another scathing look she stepped to the counter, waiting for the old woman behind the large wooden desk to retrieve what she no doubt knew Meissa had come for. All our aurors are busy buying pretty dress robes rolling her eyes lazily she fixed the girl with a condescending eye, wondering how her brother had possibly allowed such a waste to take a job beneath him in his department.