[googlefont=Charmonman:400][googlefont=Open Sans:400]

[attr="class","tits"]

[attr="class","imagez"]

[attr="class","title1"]Parsley

[attr="class","subtitle1"]Everyone's damned, and everyone's saved,
With a parsley garnish on every grave.

[attr="class","wordz"]


Transportation was stifled, and Willa had had to ask Elizaveta to take her, one of the few still with magic. This was what Cass must feel so, so. . .codependant to move around easily. She didn't like it in the least, this feeling of reliance.

Willa hadn't relied on anyone as long as she could remember. Maybe for those unknown days when she'd been born on the run, and some time shortly after with the Scarboroughs, but she'd only had herself to move past things. Deal with them, fight her way out. Now, to do something as simple as going from Gretna Green to Liverpool within a short time, she needed someone. She might be able to figure the route out on the non-magical buses, but that would take a bit too long, and the Knight Bus had jacked up prices to accommodate for the sudden rush. No, she'd take it back, maybe, if she'd collected enough. And if she was desperate enough, because on the Knight Bus, she tended to have to deal more with people. Which-- look, she didn't like most people enough to get along with, and she didn't really have the patience to be thrown into them today.

She wasn't going for the larger scores today. No, with this uncertainty, she'd needed easier, needed the smaller ones. Two rings had tumbled into hidden pockets when the back of her neck tingled a warning. Easy to lose that again, then, should it be one of the nonmagical pigs. Without a phone, she already stood out some, but she had her eyes. Mimicking the unsteady walk of a tourist, she found her way to the Cathedral, pretending to gawk. She was still being watched, she knew, and it was secure enough, normal enough to turn around now, as if gaping at the area.

Her eyes swept over the people, searching for the one who's sent her hackles up-- whoever they might be.

[attr="class","tags1"]☆ @laura, 323 WORDS ☆

[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai

[newclass=".tits"]background-color:#000;width:420px;border:1px #323232;border-style:solid;padding:10px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".imagez"]max-width:120px;max-height:120px;margin-right:240px;margin-top:25px;outline:2px grey double;padding:5px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".title1"]width:215px;font-family:Charmonman;border-bottom:5px double #323232;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#125d7a;line-height:90%;padding-bottom:5px;margin-top:-110px;margin-left:150px;text-transform:none;[/newclass]
[newclass=".subtitle1"]width:175px;height:70px;overflow:auto;margin-top:8px;line-height:100%;padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:12px;font-family:Open Sans;color:#125d7a;margin-left:150px;padding-bottom:2px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass]
[newclass=".wordz"]text-align:justify;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;color:#dbdbdb;padding:10px;padding-top:15px;width:400px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".wordz b"]color:#125d7a;font-size:12px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".tags1"]width:400px;font-size:11px;font-family:Georgia;color:white;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".credz1"]font-family:Oswald;text-align:right;width:420px;font-size:10px;[/newclass]

[attr="class","backgcrim"]

[attr="class","lyric1crim"]parsley

[attr="class","lyricbgcrim"]

[attr="class","lyric2crim"]armed soldiers with potatoes in their mouth
Everyone's damned, and everyone's saved
With a parsley garnish on every grave

[attr="class","textbodcrim"]Her mother had sent her out on yet another errand. Matilda Kobzari didn't seem to care that Laura had lost her magic just like most of the family. She was still expected to keep up with exchanges and drop-offs, still expected to show up in the forge and produce something--even if it meant endangering her own life. The world didn't stop turning because of a cold. Her father had been slightly more sympathetic on the matter, but even he had stressed that Laura had duties. As for Laura, she had an inkling that they would not have been quite so tough on her if it hadn't been for her little slip-up with the drummer. Holiday. Clarissa. Whatever the hell she wanted to go by. It had been meant to be one simple night, nothing complicated. Laura had learned how to keep her... extracurricular activities a secret from her parents and family. But this time she had chosen a famous one, and she was facing the consequences for it.

Her father thought it was a phase. Her mother thought it could be worked out of her, apparently. Alina had been rather smug, muttering something about learning how to keep a secret. Cezar and Sandu had been a little more sympathetic, even took her to the boxing ring to let her punch out her anger. But Matei--he looked at her with this disappointed glare. And Adam had been nothing but silent and awkward around her, as if he didn't even know how to broach the topic.

Laura didn't think there was anything to broach. She had accepted this part of her a long time ago. It just so happened that it had been forced into the open against her own wishes--but she supposed she couldn't plan for everything. Laura knew a part of the reason she was so okay with all of this was because of her. She had left an unexpected impression, and Laura just didn't quite know what to do with herself. She almost felt like... seeking her out. Which was just absolutely mad. These things were one and done. There was no point in changing that now.

Her day had been going fine. She had picked up the fakes--wedding bands with some made up historical significance--and was on her way to the nearest place with a Floo. Walking made all of this a pain. It made smuggling and going about Kobzari business much more difficult.

It made theft possible.

Laura had felt it. The slight lurch of her bag, the softest breeze just as she snapped her head around with a glare fixed on her face. Look for the ones trying to blend in--it had been all too easy to spot the blonde and Laura hadn't hesitated to start trailing her. But then... she stopped. She knew. Well, fine. Laura was not returning to her mother empty-handed, and she would much rather handle this face-to-face. Laura waited for the other woman's eyes to land on her before closing the space between them, stopping just a few feet away from her. "Your sleight of hand is good," Laura observed. "Not good enough, but good," she continued as a small smirk appeared on her face.

@ thief | 534 words | outfit

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

[googlefont=Dancing Script]
[newclass=.backgcrim]width:410px;background:url('http://www.designbolts.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Black-wood-photoshop-pattern-for-website-background.jpg');border-top:10px solid #125d7a;border-bottom:10px solid #125d7a;[/newclass]
[newclass=.lyric1crim]color:#125d7a;text:2px 0px #125d7a,0px 2px #125d7a,0px -2px #125d7a,-2px 0px #125d7a;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.lyric2crim]font:9px Verdana;line-height:9px;text-align:justify;color:#e6e6e6;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;margin-top:-8px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.lyricbgcrim]padding:20px;background:#262626;margin-left:20px;border-bottom:2px #125d7a solid;[/newclass]
[newclass=.textbodcrim]width:300px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;background:#262626;color:#e6e6e6;line-height:14px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
[newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);[/newclass]