Post by Cameron Adams on Sept 20, 2008 15:23:59 GMT
Cameron walked through Knockturn Alley, looking at all of the sighs above the shops. Reading every thing so carefully, he face showing no emotion. She had to keep calm any thing could happen down here so she would not talk to any one but just keep on walking until she found what she was looking for.
He eyes pin pricked and search out every letter and and every shop, her body moving in and out of people her hands hold her purse, her wand tucked neatly inside. She was wearing her jeans today with her leather boots and matching biker jacket, to Jack. 'Used to be Isabella's.' He had told her. 'But she doesn't wear it any more, you should have it.' He had promised it to her and she had taken it with a smile. Looking up at a potions shop Cammy graced a small smile, placing her head back down to follow her feet into the shop. Pushing the door, the bell rang. Being alarmed by this Cammy looked up as the door swung staring at the bell for a moment before digging a heel into the wooden floor boards as she turned to look at the stock on the shelf's.
Cammy placed her purse under her arm as she walked forward to the shelfs. Her nimble fingers searching over the stock, her lips mumbling the words of the poisons and potions. He eyes narrowing to read the faded labels. "Hemlock?" She whispered slightly picking up the vile and pulling out the plug smelling the contains a little. "Nope. Not Hemlock." She said her head turned from the sharp, and almost unbearable smell, as she re-placed the plug into the vile and placing it neatly back onto the shelf.
Making her way further down that Shelf. Looking for 'Hemlock,' which she needed to kill off the beetles that were ruining the Clark House, garden and vegetables.
He eyes pin pricked and search out every letter and and every shop, her body moving in and out of people her hands hold her purse, her wand tucked neatly inside. She was wearing her jeans today with her leather boots and matching biker jacket, to Jack. 'Used to be Isabella's.' He had told her. 'But she doesn't wear it any more, you should have it.' He had promised it to her and she had taken it with a smile. Looking up at a potions shop Cammy graced a small smile, placing her head back down to follow her feet into the shop. Pushing the door, the bell rang. Being alarmed by this Cammy looked up as the door swung staring at the bell for a moment before digging a heel into the wooden floor boards as she turned to look at the stock on the shelf's.
Cammy placed her purse under her arm as she walked forward to the shelfs. Her nimble fingers searching over the stock, her lips mumbling the words of the poisons and potions. He eyes narrowing to read the faded labels. "Hemlock?" She whispered slightly picking up the vile and pulling out the plug smelling the contains a little. "Nope. Not Hemlock." She said her head turned from the sharp, and almost unbearable smell, as she re-placed the plug into the vile and placing it neatly back onto the shelf.
Making her way further down that Shelf. Looking for 'Hemlock,' which she needed to kill off the beetles that were ruining the Clark House, garden and vegetables.
