Don't lie ((open))

[Opal Egeslic]

She wasn't sorry for the things she had done, since one more murder didn't matter in her eyes. Yet, she was sorry that she hadn't gotten the chance to kill Dawlish, after he had assassinated her father, during the battle of the Ministry.
Opal's head was full of images that kept flashing in front of her eyes, and despite her best efforts to drive them away, it seemed to be almost an impossible task. Knockturn Alley was almost abandoned that sunny day, while her steady pace could be heard on the pavement, because of her spike heels.

The black cloak she was wearing was widely opened, revealing a short, black dress underneath it and a pair of black boots. Whereas she flipped her red hair backward, not letting a gust of wind blow it in front of her eyes, a pair of green eyes scanned the dark alley, for any suspicious witnesses. Not a place a good girl would have hanged around, but, then again, the Egeslic heir was no good girl. The Dark Mark from her arm said so...

[Gwyneth Leopold]

Jack exited Borgin and Burkes with a small sigh. “Never did like that miscreant old bag.” Still slightly offset Borgin wouldn’t let him make way with the sword without paying for it, it was still perhaps a good day. He took a large tattered sack out of his jacket pocket once he was out of clear view from the shop he jingled it cheerfully. “Don’t I know you?” He said, wagging his finger lazily at what looked like one of the Black Vipers that blonde kid was training.

[Opal Egeslic]

Opal was looking at a shop window, which displayed a beautiful red dress. When a male voice said something behind her, she turned on her spike heels, not loosing her balance not even for a second. He looked like some sort of a pirate, or at least a beggar. "I don't think so." She said, on a sharp tone, whereas turning to head toward another shop. Actually, he did seem familiar, maybe too familiar...
The thought that he might have been a Death Eater made her turn fast, giving him a second glance, while arching a brow.

[Gwyneth Leopold]

“Really then? I never do forget a face,” he stopped for a moment grinning slightly, “Never one as pretty as yours.” He pondered where he could have seen this girl. Seemingly random he inquired “Perhaps I murdered your dad at the ministry in the takeover? …Then of course it wouldn’t be license for me to know you.” He looked at her again, trying still to place his finger on it. “Death Eater in training perhaps? An innocent face about you, but it’s those you have to watch out for more then not.” He awaited a response from the girl, tempted to throw out more suggestions but he stopped himself.

[Opal Egeslic]

A sneer flashed on her red lips, while she pursed them, making one step closer to him. "Oh, really? I doubt it that you killed my father during the battle of the Ministry, someone else spared you of that pleasure... Actually, you might have known my father, Henry Egeslic. As for innocent faces... yes, you do have to watch out for people who have such faces. I have told you my last name, what's yours?" She inquired, slightly arching an eyebrow.

Her black eyes scanned his face, while she tried to place him in a category of males. More than 40, probably single, since he wasn't wearing a wedding ring, definitely a flirter, persuasive and... ah, yes, a conqueror.

[Gwyneth Leopold]

“Ah, Henry, a well known Death Eater in his own right. Terrible loss really, especially by that numbskull Dawlish. Never expected him to fire straight onto the Ministry itself, let alone one of our best.” He sighed, looking briefly for similarities between Opal and her father. “Manson, Jack Manson.” He sighed, still contemplating the success of Dawlish, perhaps some Felix something or other, that golden liquid that seemed to make everything alright again. He remembered brewing a large batch and force feeding it to an Auror during the before time of Harry Potter. Watched him jump right off a cliff afterward and break in two as his body fell on the rocks. Seeing the sight again, even in his mind made him smile slightly.

[Opal Egeslic]

Opal arched an eyebrow again, while seeing the man slightly smile. "Indeed... my father died with pride, on the battle field, Mister Manson." She said, extending her hand to shake his, like her father had always taught her. She was a professional, after all...

As she made a small step toward Borgin and Burke's, her black eyes scanned his face. Had she seen him before, in their house? She couldn't remember, yet the same pair of black eyes her father had had narrowed on Jack's face... No, he hadn't attended any of their parties, or reunions. "Might I ask what you are doing here? It's not a popular place, these days."

[Gwyneth Leopold]

Regrettably coming back into focus of reality he noticed the risen eyebrow Opal portrayed on her face. “Did you know that pride is one of the seven deadly sins?” He asked throwing out the first thought that came to mind. “Of course I’ve bedded with the lot of the seven, yet here I stand.” He sighed for a moment. “What are they then, lust, my favorite of course; sloth, rarely have I indulged in that one; gluttony, if rum were food, perhaps; pride yet again; greed, it comes far too naturally; envy, to want something belonging to another, always.”

He looked up at her smiling, thinking of how to portray the last. “Wrath. What fuels the most brutal and satisfying deaths. My second favorite.” In his rants he just noticed the hand she had outstretched shaking it as though he had not been rude to ignore it in the first place. “Oh, Knockturn… bunch of wannabe death eaters to shoot down and idiotic individuals looking for help to commit themselves to death, it is out of the kindness of my heart that I should oblige them,” his eyes flashed dangerously for a moment. “Which one are you?”