Post by Sorena Erin Flint on Jun 25, 2013 7:41:01 GMT -5
Please just let me...
Escape. An act of breaking free from confinement or control. To flee, run away, evade, get away, elude or avoid. That was what Sorena Flint was doing right now! Tired of being held up in her grandparents home, stalked by her brother it was no reason as to why Sora was trying to get away. Her brother was too over protective and demanded to know at all times where and what she was doing and her grandparents insisted she practice etiquette and charm, all the proper lessons a loyal housewife would follow once she was married. She felt like a caged bird praying to die or be set free. This feeling for the moment had vanished as she appeared in a puff of ash, literally. Sorena had just floo powdered into knockturn ally, a common location of her grandfathers. No one would be the wiser!
She dusted herself off and performed a simple cleaning charm on her outfit. Sure she wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school but it was in the vicinity of magic folk, whatever the consequence if there was one, she'd deal with it later. Her eyes quickly searched for the door and made her way out into the sunlight. It was warm and her pale face greeted it with a smile. Freedom.
She made her way towards Diagon Alley, more so Twilfit & Tatting's clothing shop. She wanted to surround herself in things that made her comfortable...clothes! She hurried past the crowds, her face turned downwards to the street. She did not want to be recognized just in the off chance they signal her grandfather or worse her brother. Sora made a beeline for the shop and hurried inside, letting out a sigh from relief as she entered. It was cool in here and the smell was divine. She quickly decided to browse the selections.
Her outfit was odd, unique rather. It was an elegant almost sexy (in its own way) one piece white dress that stopped just past her thighs. It was billowing, kind of a gothic feel with a black bodice outline. The way her dark locks fell straight around her face made her appearance seem dangerous and yet as fragile as a porcelain doll and the make-up didn't help. Her emeralds were outlined with black eyeliner and her lips painted a very pale pink. Her pale digits, fingered through the fabrics on the racks as she searched for something new and exciting.
