Post by Alloy Alloy on May 24, 2006 5:49:05 GMT -5
The day was a boring one as Contessa Riddle made her way to Albus Dumbledore's tomb. It wasn't the exact place she wanted to go to, but she hadn't been there yet, so why not? Dressed in a blue-gray dress, and a pair of silver heels. Her hair had been cropped to look a bit shaggy having been longer, to her shoulders in fact. Contessa walked with a grace as she made her way over to the grave. She noticed a rose on it, and she smiled. Macaria had been here before, she could tell. She'd heard about the things that Macaria's mother had told her daughter to do. Her smile dissipated, and she just stared at the marked area.
"So, this is where the famous Dumbledore rests.... Oh pity I didn't meet you in person, I would have killed you myself." she said softly to herself, her voice almost a whisper, but nonetheless filled with bitterness and coated with ice. Contessa smoothed down her dress a little, having gotten the habit of making sure she looked OK from Salvador, the love of her life. She shook her head, laughing a little at how much like him she'd become, habit wise. She then looked up again, looking past the resting place of this great man people knew as Albus. She then turned around feeling another presence nearby.
"So, this is where the famous Dumbledore rests.... Oh pity I didn't meet you in person, I would have killed you myself." she said softly to herself, her voice almost a whisper, but nonetheless filled with bitterness and coated with ice. Contessa smoothed down her dress a little, having gotten the habit of making sure she looked OK from Salvador, the love of her life. She shook her head, laughing a little at how much like him she'd become, habit wise. She then looked up again, looking past the resting place of this great man people knew as Albus. She then turned around feeling another presence nearby.
