Post by sable thomasina on May 10, 2018 9:19:54 GMT
Curiosity  | She had heard whispers and murmurs for a while. She was an expert eavesdropper after all, everybody tended to think she was a bit of an airhead. Rich, beautiful but not a thing in her head. She only got the job that had because her father paid them off, not because she could actually could change and remove memories. Sable kind of a liked it that way though. No-one suspected her of anything and that suited her fine and if they did she could just obliviate them. She was a registered animagus and not even the registrar knew it. She made sure her name was never seen in the records too. If anyone checked they would not see her name there but it was there. It was time however to see if the whispers where true. She had heard from her hanging out in low-places, which admittedly was exciting but not hygenic, that the werewolves had a camp in the burroughs and she wanted to see if it was true. If is was then it would would was information that that she had up her sleeve and if it wasn’t then she was sure that there was fun to be had. In her golden cat form she slinked into the area that she had heard about and waited silently and still as statue hoping that something would happen |
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