Located far from civilization, wizard and Muggle, the Abandoned Mill is at the edges of the Old Forest - a place of legend. The forest stretches wide, making it very difficult to find the river that trails through specific parts, let alone the abandoned mill by it.
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Sophia and Mel
「 Princess Sophia 」A reformed alcoholic • the true queen princess
twenty nine
animagus
princess
divorced
Sophia's eyes snapped open. Her head was aching and she blinked her eyes a few time, trying to get her bearings. She was hungover, wasn't she? Got drunk and wandered off somewhere. And to think she was trying to pull back from alcohol. How long had she lasted sober? Two days? Must be an achievement, surely. However, by the time she opened her eyes and turned her head, she had begun to think maybe that wasn't the case. Staring at an old, wooden wall, something began to feel...not quite right. Trying to remember where she was last night, her mind gave her a blank. Shifting onto her elbows, Sophia twisted her head to scour her surroundings.
Message Me • 03:36, June 4, 2019 (UTC)
「 Melaena Vasilyeva 」head cursebreaker at gringotts ♔ infamous killer
twenty five
witch
cursebreaker
single
Melaena was propped up against the wall with an eerily still silence, her body hardly moving aside from the gentle but sluggish rise and fall of her chest. With one ankle crossed over the other, the woman observed Sophia through sweet ladden eyes. With a pair of pliers gently resting into the dimple of a cheek as her expression shifted to mocked thoughtfulness, Melaena found herself gently tapping the metal against her face. "Princess Sophia of Windsor," she purred softly, finally beckoning for the other's attention. "Sorry to hear about Prince Louis. It's a shame that he died the way he did. Some real nutcases out there these days" she explained with a sadistic smirk, dark brown eyes sweeping over the female chained to the dirty floor of the abandoned mill.
Message Me • 01:39, June 16, 2019 (UTC)
「 Princess Sophia 」A reformed alcoholic • the true queen princess
twenty nine
animagus
princess
divorced
Sophia, at the sound of a voice, turned her head to look at the stranger. Stranger? She thought so. Sophia didn't think she knew her. Though...maybe she did, she kind of looked familiar. Sophia wasn't sure. It hurt to think. Narrowing her eyes over at the other, Sophia stared at the pliers. "Yeah, don't worry about it, I'm not really wasting any tears over him," Sophia remarked, sitting up, before her eyes scanned the room, taking in where any possible exits were.That's when she registered the chain and froze. Leaning down, she pulled on the chain–hard. However, Sophia wasn't as strong as she use to be. Years of booze and drugs had put an end to that. So pulling didn't help. Turning her eyes back to Mel, she stared at the pliers before taking a small breath. "You know, if you were going to kill me," she said, her voice soft–almost as if she was taunting the other. "I'd have rathered you do it in my sleep. Why waste your time in drawing it out?" Talk. Just talk. That was the only strategy Sophia could come up with. She couldn't feel her wand on her but her hand slipped through her pockets in search of it. "Or did you chain my grandfather up too?" This was a shot in the dark and Sophia didn't know if it was true but it was an accusation that was just trying to buy herself some time.
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「 Melaena Vasilyeva 」head cursebreaker at gringotts ♔ infamous killer
twenty five
witch
cursebreaker
single
Melaena found her plump lips quirking up into a humored smile, bemused that Prince Louis' was certainly not among the list of dearly missed. He was the only person on her rap sheet that didn't honestly matter to a family - it was all show if they did care. "What's the fun in that?" she asked ever so softly before pushing off the wall and moving carefully toward Sophia, her heels echoing against the hardened ground. "There's no use in searching for a wand," she commented lightly as she observed the female for a few seconds longer, her gaze searching past what normal people usually didn't see. Stooping down in front of the princess, Melaena's chillingly softened features melted into that of utter blankness in attempt to prove she had no empathy for the other's situation. Grabbing onto her wrist with an iron-clad grip, Mel begun to draw her hand toward her with a tilted head. "No," she said with a slight laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "but he did get a lil' hung up. It wasn't as satisfying to feel the life slip from him when no one particularly cares - but if it makes you feel better, I have no plans to kill you. I just want to play. I've been so good not to stir up trouble lately - I deserve a reward."
Message Me • 08:08, June 17, 2019 (UTC)
「 Princess Sophia 」A reformed alcoholic • the true queen princess
twenty nine
animagus
princess
divorced
Is Mel could see past what most people looked over, then she would have seen fear–who wouldn't be scared in this situation? However, Sophia had long learned how to deal with it. How to ignore her beating heart, ignored the goosebumps. She had been a soldier and that didn't experience didn't just leave you. She was still every bit aware, aware of every movement the other made, aware of every thing around her. Her eyes flicked down to Mel's hand, the one wrapped around her wrist but Sophia didn't fight her–not initially anyway. It was ironic that Sophia's first reaction was to feel a little bit relieved that she wasn't going to die (though maybe she was being too hasty with that) when everything in her life would tell someone she actually did want to die. Problem was–she wanted to die on her own terms. Not in some stranger's violent fantasy. "God, that's so gross," Sophia said, making a face, trying her best to come across as aloof. A voice that haunted Sophia made the comment that if the other wanted to get a rise out of hurting a royal people actually cared about then she probably should have gotten someone other than Sophia. That people would move on without a second glance. But she ignored it. Her shitty self esteem wasn't a priority. "But, you know, if you wanted to be entertained then there are other ways to go about it," she pointed out, "like, I don't know, hire a prostitute." A split second later, though, she twisted her hand, wrapping it around Mel's in an attempt to pull her towards Sophia. At the same time, her other hand, curled into a fist, went flying towards Mel, aiming for her temple. Sophia wasn't defenceless, even without a wand. She still had a few tricks up her sleeve. Best case scenario, all the years of Hogwarts that she didn't pay attention too would suddenly appear and give her the ability to use wandless magic but Sophia doubted that would happen.
Message Me • 11:13, June 19, 2019 (UTC)
「 Melaena Vasilyeva 」head cursebreaker at gringotts ♔ infamous killer
twenty five
witch
cursebreaker
single
"I don't need a prostitute to satisfy my needs," she responded with a cheshire grin as Sophia moved her hand to grapple onto het own. Melaena didn't bother to react to the punch as it landed against her temple. Her head snapped a fraction but once the impact dissolved away, the blonde found herself snickering instead of cursing in pain which was a very unusual reaction. Having grown up in the coldest inhabitated locals on earth, not much really phased her these days. "I didn't expect you to be so fiery. Much better than some prostitute," she purred softly to herself and grappled onto Sophia a little harder this time, a free hand twisting into her hair and and pulling her head back so she could watch her. With swift movements, Melaena hooked the pliers onto her index finger's nail and begun to ruthlessly yank it from the bed of skin that contained it.
Message Me • 18:05, June 19, 2019 (UTC)
「 Princess Sophia 」A reformed alcoholic • the true queen princess
twenty nine
animagus
princess
divorced
Sophia cursed quietly when, even though her punch landed, nothing changed. She needed to get back her muscle. Transforming into a cat crossed her mind but that idea fell through when she remembered she'd have to have a wand–which she didn't have. The yank of her hair, bringing out a quiet grunt from her (she was use to her hair being pulled so it didn't really phase her), was enough to distract Sophia enough to let the pliers hook onto her nails. Sophia's first reaction when she felt the cold metal was to jerk back but that simply helped the nail be pulled off and she hissed out in pain. Sophia had a high pain tolerance but the searing pain shot through her like a bullet. Yet it wasn't enough to make it scream, she could hold it back, even if she bit through her tongue. "Do it again, I like it," she hissed out, spitting out blood in the other's general direction. With one hand wrapping around Mel's wrist that held her hair, she tugged, trying to pull free.
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