Gabriella De Conti
Rogue Wizard
Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing the attempt
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Post by Gabriella De Conti on Apr 22, 2008 3:27:07 GMT
Gabrielle glanced around their base, it was surrounded by dense forest and hid far beyond the travelings of average students or ministry workers. They had charms placed on every single one of the tents and the entire area. The Rogues were certainly well hid though for how long Gabriella always wondered.
A small frown creased her face as she glance around at her compatriots who were talking and laughing as if they weren't in the middle of one of the most devastating bloody civil wars in English wizarding history. They felt safe here and Gabriella wished, for once, that she too could let down her guard and relax withing these compounds.
She smiled as a group of older Rogues walked by. They just laughed, once you were around the base for a while you understood that very few of Gabriella's smiles were genuine and you usually got used to it. The young ones were frightened of her and her extreme emotions; sometimes laughing and joking but most of the time bitter and angry. She smirked slightly, she did perhaps scare them on purpose though.
She found her way over to the food tent and grinned as she poured some unknown mass of vegetables on to her plate. She had to admit though, despite everything she was certainly happier here than she had been in a very long while.
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Post by erikaanne on Apr 23, 2008 23:22:34 GMT
Erika moved swiftly and silently through the woods, she was the newest Rogue and would no doubt be treated as such, even if she was a professional assassin. But no big deal, it was a small price to pay for being apart of the group she had long admired. Plus, being a professional assassin, she gave the Rogues a huge adavanatge. Nearing the offcial base, she saw Gabriella and gave her a small smile, she knew the woman would remember her from their conversation last term. "Gabriella." she said by way of greeting.
Erika took a place beside the older woman to wait for the others. Her ice blue eyes watched for movements, and her sharp ears listened for rustling or any other noises to suggest that the other's were coming. Her raven locks fluttered gently in the breeze until she pulled it into a slightly messy, albeit stylish bun. Erika checked the pocket of her black trench coat to make sure her gun was still there. Sure, she had a wand, but being a professional assassin, she preferred to kill the muggle way. With guns. She also had several daggers, a bow and arrow, and even a small sword. She smiled at Gabriella, "So, how are things going?"
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