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[attr="class","subtitle-sonia"] keep your head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head

[attr="class","wordz-sonia"] Whenever Sonia went to a new country, she always went to talk to others. 

She'd stayed in much worse places than the Adria, often with others she'd worked alongside. One advantage the Adria solidly had was that it was not full of ICW employees stubbornly refusing to clean up after themselves. That was roughly the only thing it really had-- well, that and the centralized location. It was a beautiful building, to be sure, and when Sonia had casually caught herself in conversation with one of the maids, they were certainly paid. Unfortunately, the Adria had been cleaned for them, as the rumors went, and the owner usually ran it with a tight, bloody fist that had been gloved for their visit. 

So it really was always a relief to leave, to go out on official business or unofficial business. She knew that she faded into the background far more than her compatriots, which was something she'd set herself to. She was noticed far less, so she saw far more, and therefore her reports carried more nuance than they might have if she hadn't. Being a polyglot certainly helped with that, as across the sea, the domestic staff were either immigrants or enslaved muggleborns more often than not. The former were much freer to talk, and were usually more comfortable talking in their own language. The former, she was sometimes able to catch when their shifts ended, though they were far more anxious, usually. As she knew without having learned, saying that her father was a Muggleborn would have gotten her nowhere.

Though she could not overtly interfere. She was here to observe, and observe only. Of course, if she could do something to help, she would. But as it was, she had confidence that the weight of the ICW would force fairer treatment for some time. It might be enough for an uprising, or simply enough to let the damn country remember how many people they had. A difference would be made in time-- though Sonia certainly preferred sooner rather than later. 

She'd heard of the Toadstool woods, and it had certainly been one of the places she'd wanted to visit on her own. It had a certainly interesting reputation, and what weather-maker of the Şolomanţă. could pass it up? There was the Forbidden Forest as well, but she thought it would be best if she waited until school was out for that one. No need to be a strange woman on school grounds, after all. 

Hand near her wand, Sonia found a trail and walked, waiting for the particular twist in her throat that would signify a snake's presence. 

[attr="class","tags-sonia"]☆ @open, 441 words ☆

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[attr="class","redqueen"]The Wolf Cries to the Moon

[attr="class","tweedles"]Being...what he was, Dante was always keenly aware of his surroundings, of the moon phase and the weather and the closest secluded area to safely weather the shift. He'd long since stopped being ashamed of his nature, didn't see the point in feeling guilty for something he had no control over and couldn't change. Until a cure was found, Dante figured he'd embrace it as much as he could and treat what parts of it he couldn't. His background in herbology was a blessing, because it was so closely linked to potions, which gave him a bit of an advantage to making the necessary potions for handling his affliction. Running the apothecary also meant that he had reasonable excuse to purchase the rarer and stranger ingredients of some potions, and often-times he purchased more than he needed to cover his bases by selling the extra. It wasn't technically illegal, anyway. With the New Moon just one night past, his senses were at their most...human, but that didn't meat they were entirely as they were before his affliction. His sense of smell would always be slightly more sensitive, regardless of the moon-phase, and that helped in finding wild plants among the underbrush of forests and fields. It also helped to warn him of the presence of other people in the same places.

He smelled her before he saw her, the witch wandering the woods. Unsure if he should approach her or just leave her be, Dante kept his distance for the time being and just observed. She didn't appear to be a threat, walking calmly as she was, but that was never a guarantee of anything in his experience. Still, Dante saw no reason to startle her on her stroll and he was about to turn and leave when a twig snapped beneath his foot. Merde. Well, best show his face now to avoid looking suspicious. "Hello," he called jovially. "I do apologize if I startled you." For how long he's been in England, Dante's accent was still lightly sprinkled with his French/Italian heritage, but it was something not many noticed unless they looked for it. Most just thought it was a trick of their ears or simply a quirk of his own tongue. The latter wasn't necessarily untrue, after all.

[attr="class","rabbit"]382 - Sonia J. Lazare - if only if only

♕fai

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