<div align="center"><strong><em>Alvira &amp; Elvira: Roaming the Streets with Jessara</em></strong></div><br/>Elvira was angry that she didn’t get it right, but her new found friend, Jessara, didn’t seem to notice; yes, she was her friend now, especially after that lovely display. The fire dragon was amazing, a deadly display of ruthless kill, not many people understood the fascination Elvira and Alvira had with watching someone die, but spells like that would surely give some form of entertainment to those who just didn’t quite get it. The warmth of the lizard’s firey scales burned against her tender flesh, causing heat to pull in her stomach and shoot through every direction of her body, the chilling roar vibrated through her, causing her eyes to widen and her lips to purse into an ‘O’. It was fast and consuming, but maybe the bright light was to grand for Elvira didn’t even notice what was happening until it flashed away, powdery carcass the only evidence that she wasn’t hallucinating. Alvira didn’t express his thoughts as openly as his sister, but he did look impressed; the spell wasn’t that extraordinary, he had seen better, from a lot more powerful people, but it was very impressive coming from a unknown witch—a young one at that. Elvira’s eyes were lidded as she gazed at Jessara with admiration; well, it was more of bitter envy, because she probably wouldn’t be able to do a spell such as that, but her face only showed that of awe.<br/><br/>“That was quite beautiful, Jessara.” Elvira said walking over to the ashes and—with a small grimmance—placed her kitten heel into the ash, and kicked it about gently; there were no trace of bone, just pure blacken dust, the fire was amazingly hot, to have even scorch that. “Truly fascinating, dear; though you really must see the actually use of the organ melting spell.” She spun on her heel—pushing some of the ash around—and held her elbow as her hand rested on the curve of her breast. “I really botched that one up right good,” She looked over to Alvira, “You’re going to have to show her, brother; I just can’t get it right.”<br/><br/>There were no hard feelings, Elvira might not have been much of a Dark Arts user, but she enjoy watching a lot more. Alvira didn’t mind showing the girl the spell, not that he wanted to gloat, or he was proud of it; it was an old spell, that wasn’t his own, his father spell. He saw the man use it a few times—they have been covertly killing Muggles before Alvira even joined with the Dark Lord. His father was one for studying the body, and creating spells dealing with the anatomy; Viscus Fundo was just one of many. Eric Hertz was a medic, his motivation; enjoying the ill condition of his patients. Of course he was a good healer, with enough credibility to pay for his lavished life, but he was not an honorable one, it was a certain high he would get when a patient didn’t make it, a few times he could have prevented it, but he didn’t. The man was fascinated with the play of organs, even creating a spell that could keep one alive with their torso cut open; he used it the most to study the working organs with his own eyes. That was his favorite, a lovely spell that he unfortunately took to the grave with him, but Alvira was working on finding it out.<br/><br/>Alvira nodded to the girls, it was nostalgic to see such a look in his sister’s eyes; she had wanted to be a healer like their father,<em>exactly</em>like their father. Elvira didn’t want to save people, she didn’t want to heal anyone, she just wanted to dissect them, play with the anatomy and see what would happen; she had wanted to see someone die, and know exactly what caused it. Elvira didn’t get to witness their father’s dealings, but the man had taught her a few spells that dealt with healing; none of them were damaging, so she studied more in potions, but she was horrible at that, and either made acid or poison—every time. Though tonight was a dream to her, seeing so many dead bodies about was a dream come true, the only downside was that she didn’t get to see what killed them.<br/><br/>Alvira turned and walked up the stairs, Elvira walked over to Jessara and laced her fingers with hers, “Let us find something more interesting than this.” She told, gesturing to the pile of ash and burnt skeleton in the corner. Elvira’s hands stayed locked with Jessara as Alvira lead them out of the house, “Was that your first kill, Jessara? You seemed so natural when doing it.” It wasn’t really odd for Jessara to know such a murderous spell, and never really use it on a life, but Elvira wondered if she ever killed before.<br/><br/>Elvira never killed anyone before, that man was just her third victim. She knew her brother was killing, even as a child she knew he did, but she was pretty damn good at acting blissfully unaware of things, so as to not be used as leverage for her own brother’s prosecution. Even now, she wasn’t sure if they should really be doing something like this, but her brother felt that they would be safe, so she did, too. This part of the village was pretty clear, Alvira would know because he killed most of them when looking for green eyes. He took them to a deeper part of the village, a spot the siblings hadn’t been yet.<br/><br/>“When we moved here—Alvira and I—we decided that this was where we should stay; focus on the future.” It sounded as if she meant a future of them together, she didn’t, and yet she did. She was certainly of age, and should be looking for a husband, but why would she look when her suitor already lived with her? Elvira pulled Jessara closer and playfully leaned to whisper to her, “I did think about becoming a Mediwitch, but a thought like that is useless if I had a husband.” Yes, if she got the right husband, she wouldn’t need to be outside of the home healing the injured. Not that she wanted to heal anything, she just wanted to watch, she liked watching her father whenever she could. “Don’t be fooled,” Elvira straighten up, still holding the woman’s hand, “I don’t care to heal anyone, I just—I like<em>watching</em>.” She liked to study, she didn’t really need to be in on the action, “Maybe I should marry a healer…" That would surely fix her problems with studying, she could watch as her husband works, enjoy seeing the injured without loosing the housewife glow, "or one of these Death Eaters.” Her gaze danced across her brother’s back; she was covertly describing him, he wasn’t exactly a healer, but he did take up that job when he graduated, and he was a Death Eater, Elvira just hope she wasn’t being too obvious. Though she really didn’t care, the more people knew she claimed Alvira, the better. “Are you married, Jessara?” Elvira asked, turning the conversation over to her; she was certainly pretty, and she had good credibility by even knowing Malfoy, she was also one of those powerful witches, coming from Durmstrang. If that school credibility was correct, than she must be good in Dark Arts—was she not taken?