Night had fallen, cold and bleak in Knockturn Alley and one stumbled from the bar, laughing and hiccuping, celebrating after a successful mission. She was singing drunkenly to herself, some music she had heard in a muggle house, heavy and downright metal. Suddenly another drunken wizard bumped into the red headed Witch and she snarled, “Levicorpus.” And flung the man into a garbage can and laughed like a loon as the thing tipped over, spilling its noxious contents all over the other man. “Watch where you're going next time you bloody git!”<br/><br/>She shook herself then and hiccuped again and made her way to where all the Alleys met and were overshadowed by Gringotts. It was sad she was the only one who had come out tonight, then again, most of her comrades did not like how often she was called on above them. Avalon Brennan was a cut above most of them though, as she killed whoever her Lord specified without question, having many kills under her belt. She had no morals, no conscience and it didn't bother her to shed blood. Infact it lit her aflame from the inside out and she enjoyed hearing the tortured screams of parents and children and the elderly as they died.<br/><br/>The young woman stopped and leaned against the building, lighting a muggle cigarette and inhaling deeply. She was getting bored and disgustingly sober. She had waited too long after that last glass of Fire Whiskey. She was still intoxicated, just not to the level she wanted. A woman walked by with a box of groceries and Ava hexed the woman into tripping and laughed wickedly as the box's contents went every which way. With a huff she pushed herself off the wall, clutched the smoke between her teeth and headed back toward Diagon Alley and past it.<br/><br/>She needed to find something to do or she was going to go batty.  A smirk passed her face as she decided to go and make her way to the Leaky Cauldron. She turned herself back around and jogged the little ways and sashayed down the alley. She shoved open the doors to the Cauldron and lowered the hood to her robes. She was sure no one would notice her, even though she had gone to Hogwarts way back when and was now a Ravenclaw Alumni. She snorted and settled herself at the bar, ignoring the stares she got and ordered herself a Fire Whiskey and settled in to wait. Her drink was slid down the bar and she took it in one hand and took a sip, grinning as it burned down her throat and surveyed the room with those pretty hazel eyes of hers. Maybe she could seduce someone and then kill them, who knew. The possibilities were endless.