Post by violetstarz on Nov 1, 2010 6:56:20 GMT -5
Fatum stood outside the bar in her light blue raincoat and attempted to light the cigarette in her mouth with a packet of semi wet matches. She strikes the match again and again against the course red match flap, and though it produced sparks the match refused to catch alight. “Light god damn it!” she cursed. Cigarettes were a muggle invention and the majority of the Wizarding population seemed to stick with their pipes but like most youth living in the muggle world Fatum had picked up more than a few bad habits. The match broke in her hand. “Mother Fuc—!” A heavy hand came down on her shoulder and brought a gasp from Fatums lips.