``I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it;;

[katevans1]

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Katherine Evans had finally snagged a job, one that she could tolerate, at the torture device shop in Knockturn Alley. She actually liked it, which was a real shock because the girl hated everything to do with people. But of course, torture was one of her favorite past times and plenty of people knew about it. It tied in with her need for revenge. Before her father was murdered, she was never like this. Yes, Kat was quite the wild child who was always finding her way into some kind of trouble, but she wasn’t looking to cause pain then. Now she was and she liked it.

Katherine was working the night shift tonight. It probably wasn’t the best idea, seeing as the girl looked so innocent with her red velvet cupcake colored hair, but she knew that she could handle herself. Sure, the creeps that walked in were hitting on her, but she gave them the item that they were looking for and sent them on their way. Not many people walked into a torture device shop and none of them with good intentions. But, what more could you expect?

With a flick of her wand, the girl summoned a cruel looking contraption off a shelf across the room. She reached out and grasped it in her hand, placed it on the counter, and explained how it worked. Her eyes seemed to light up when she talked about things like this. Soon enough, the tall hooded figure put a few sickles and a galleon on the table and swept away with the device. Kat couldn’t help but to be proud of herself for the first time in a while. The last time she had felt this way she had broken a Ravenclaw boy’s nose by charming a hallway in the dungeons with an invisible wall.

Katherine scooped up the coins that the man had left and walked around to the register, stowing them away. She unlocked a display case full of knives and pulled one out, grabbing a rag from a nearby stool. The girl polished knives in her spare time while working at L’Oubliette. After all, most of the items in the store were ancient, covered in dust and grime with rust forming at the edges.

The front door opened, but Kat continued polishing, looking down into her lap where the knife was. If the person needed her help, they would ask and depending on who it was, she would help them. Some people walked in knowing what they wanted, some wanted to take a look around and see what was in stock. She knew that it was best not to bother people looking for torture devices.

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Antia was somewhat jittery. Her nerves were more active then she had expected they'd be, then again she hadn't thought she'd be able to get ahold of this information this quickly either. One of the perks of working with reporters now, they're extremely good at their research and much cheaper then private detectives. She walked down the alley, her fingers playing with the strap of her bag that contained the thing that set off her little quest. Her mothers diary from her early childhood.

The book had been hidden rather well in the family library so it was miracle Antia had even stumbled upon it. She wasn't surprised by most of her mothers rantings about her father, but there was one tidbit of information in there that was..interesting to say the least. Antia had a sister. A younger sister to be specific. Her mother had put the child up for adoption right after the baby had been born, having hidden the pregnancy from her father. Antia had been to young to really remember anything at that time, but she did remember going to stay with her mothers family for half a year or so, which was described in detail in her mothers diary, down to the hospital she had gone to and the room she had been in.

Her mother had been quite obsessed with details it seemed, bordering OCD actually. Which turned out to be quite helpful in Antia's search for this missing sibling of hers. It helped her find her way to this dark alley most usually avoided and this...different shop. A torture shop, not a place Antia would've expected the 16 year old Kat Evans to be working at at the moment. She came to a stop in front of the shop for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and settle her nerves. She doubted this girl would believe her, but she had to at least try. After all..she had always wanted a sister. Her head had been swimming ever since she found out. What would she be like? Did they have anything in common? Was she as spastic and crazy as Antia?

Well she'd never find out if she didn't go in that shop, would she? So Antia walked up to the door and entered. Her eyes were instantly drawn in several different directions as various items for sale caught her attention, effectively distracting her from her purpose for just a moment. Jonas always said she had the attention span of a gold fish...

Her eyes caught hold of the knives, the way the light shone off of them. She always had an affinity for shiny objects. It was then her gaze was drawn to the red head polishing them. It had to be her, without a doubt. After all...how many people had hair like them after all? She walked over to the display, tapping lightly on the glass. "How much are the knives?" she asked with a smile, at a loss as to how to actually bring up what she wanted too.


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[katevans1]

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Katherine Evans sat on the counter with a blade in one hand and a rag in the other gently scrubbing the grime off of the metal. The red haired girl began to hum quietly to herself, breaking the eerie silence that surrounded her. The blade in her hand was from her father’s generation, the time of the first Wizarding War. When she was little, he used to tell her stories about all of the crimes that had been happening when he was a boy. Those stories had always fascinated her, ones of victory and triumph, thieves and traitors. The girl used to have a wild imagination. After her father died, it seemed to fade away quickly. No one else told her stories, her mother sent her away and her siblings almost avoided her. She was the only one with a magical ability besides her cousin, and not to mention, she was part feline. The animagus part seemed to pop out of nowhere, but her father cared enough to do some research and help her.

The door swung open and Kat kept polishing. She had seen some of her coworkers make the mistake of bothering the customer and it had not ended well, which is why a sixteen year old was working the night shift. The manager didn’t really care that she was sixteen, he was more stunned by the fact that a girl of that age knew so much about weaponry and torture. So what, she looked as dangerous as a flower, but every rose has its thorns. Katherine was, in fact, very dangerous in many ways. The first reason was that she couldn’t control her animagus ability too well. Her eyes flickered and her fangs elongated much too often. The other, and most important reason, is that she couldn’t control her anger. Causing pain seemed to make her feel better. When she lost her mind to something to something that made her sad or livid, you knew to step back and watch out. The last time she had set the Slytherin commons on fire.

She twirled the blade around in her fingers, running her thumb along the sharp edge. “This one is a few galleons. Probably around five or six seeing as it’s an antique. I can check the specifics if you’d like,” Katherine said. The girl actually being nice and helpful was a rarity. It only happened when she was in Knockturn Alley because she knew she had to watch was she was saying or she’d end up in a coffin. Her reputation around the Alley was quite good, or bad in the sense that the more demonic you were, the better they liked you, so she didn’t have to worry all too much. Kat looked up for a split second, catching a glimpse of cherry red hair that was similar to her own. She did a double take, “Brooke?” The girl furrowed her eyebrows, confused. Brook seemed to vanish off the face of the earth after telling her the news, which led to the common room going up in flames. This didn’t seem like her though. This was a new one.

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Antia nodded as Kat stated the approximate price of the knife. She might just decide to get it, even though Jonas might end up taking it away from her so she wouldn't hurt herself with it. She was about to ask her to wrap it up for her when Kat called her by the name Brooke. Tia cocked her head to the side, a confused expression on her face at the name. Did she look like someone Kat had known? Well..if anything it gave her an opening to talk more to the girl.

Antia shook her head, her long red curls bouncing slightly as she did. "No, sorry. My names Antia, not Brooke." she said with a small smile, "Though I didn't think many people actually had this hair color outside my family." she added with a small laugh, setting her bag on the counter, deciding this was the perfect way to start easing into the subject. "But tell me..if you don't mind of course. Did this Brooke person have our color hair as well? Naturally?" she asked in a pleasant tone, tugging on one of her curls lightly as she did.

It certainly was a bit of a surprise to her that there were more people with this hair color since she had never seen very many, that were natural at least. After all, one could have any color hair they wanted these days what with all the dye and cosmetic spells that were floating around. She continued to tug lightly on the curl between her fingers, a somewhat nervous gesture she had picked up over the years. She was definitely nervous, but was trying her best not to show it and keep her smile on. Perhaps she should have tried to contact her through owls first to break the news...instead of showing up in person without any warning. It wasn't to late to turn around after all. She could just buy the knife and leave the shop. No, stop it, Tia. No chickening out now. You're here already so stick to it. she thought to herself, displeased at her sudden cowardice. She had never been one to back out of something just because she was nervous about someones reaction.




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[katevans1]

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

"Oh sorry," Katherine said, looking back down at the knife in her hand. The girl never apologized for anything, ever. This was probably the first time the word escaped her mouth, and it's probably the last time. The knife, it was clean enough; she could pretty much see her own reflection in the metal blade. The girl hopped off the display case and walked around to the other side, about to carefully place it back in its spot. A thought came to her before she put it down. “Do you want me to ring that up for you? Or do you want to keep looking?”

“I haven’t met many people with this kind of red hair,” Katherine said as she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. She had to think for a minute about the next question. “Are you some kind of journalist? Because I told you Daily Prophet slaves that I don’t know where she went. This must be the fourth time that you all have interrogated me,” she pointed her knife at the stranger that had identified herself as Antia without realizing it. “I don’t know if it was natural. Knew Brooke for all of one night and I never heard from her again. She pretty much told me the news and poof, she was gone.” That seemed to happen a lot to the girl. Almost everyone that she cared about, or was supposed to care about, happened to slip out of her grasp. First it was her boyfriend Leckov, then Alex, then Brooke, Michael, Jake and the most recent Alex. All of them were boyfriends, except for Brooke of course, who announced that she was her biological sister and then disappeared off the face of the earth. She couldn’t help but think she was doing something wrong. Sure, she was a bitch, but they knew it and were fully aware of it.

He girl turned her attention back toward Antia. Her feline senses seemed to prod at her brain. Katherine sensed the nervousness in the room. A little, devilish smirk played across her pink lips. “You don’t seem to be the kind of girl who plays with knives, or torture devices,” she stated as she put the blade down on the surface and picked her favorite one out of the display case. Kat leaned her elbows on the counter, tracing the creases of her palm with the tip of the blade. It was a jet-black obsidian knife, the one she planned on buying as soon as she had enough money. The knife was sharper that one could ever imagine, sharp enough to draw blood, but the girl knew how to handle blades of that caliber and didn’t cut her hand. After all, she was told not to scare away the newer customers with her sadistic ways. The more frequent customers seemed to be fascinated by the young girl’s interest in torture and pain.

“So,” Katherine paused, “Why exactly are you here? Is it something about me? Because somehow I feel like you’re here because of me.” Sure, the girl’s grades weren’t that great, but she was far from stupid. In fact, she was a genius in some areas, just none that you could really learn from a textbook. Kat looked up at the lady expecting the truth because everyone in Knockturn Alley knew that bad liars were nothing but a cushion to stick their pins in.

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Antia raised an eyebrow at the girl as she pointed the knife at her. Her coworkers hadn't mentioned Kat had been interrogated about something. A greivous error on their part. Antia hated walking into situations without all the info she needed, it could make things awkward, and it certainly did a bit in this case. She'd have to have a little talk with that reporter who helped her find this girl tomorrow at work about the few key things he seemed to have left out. Well, time for the truth. No use beating around the bush any longer, though she had to admit...she hadn't thought this girl, her sister, would be quite so sharp. Weren't the youth of today supposed to be practically brain dead?

"Well I'm not a journalist, but I suppose you could say the Prophet led me here. I have a question for you. Well, not really a question, more of a request. You can always say no of course, but I think you might find what I have...interesting." she said, reaching into her bag and clasping the journal. She set it lightly on the counter and pushed it towards her with one finger, "That copies for you to keep if you wish, though you can do what you want with it. I'd suggest reading before setting it on fire or ripping it to shreds though." she added with a small smirk. Kat seemed like the type to do something destructive to the book, hence the copy of the journal and not the real thing.

Antia thought for a moment, a finger tapping lightly against her chin. "You know, I think I will take that knife, how much did you say it was?" she said, pulling her wallet out of her bag as well, prepared to fish out the amount she needed. It was a good thing she had stopped by the bank earlier today to get some money for her new camera supplies.




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[katevans1]

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Katherine watched the girl reach into her bag and pull out a journal, sliding it to her. She picked it up, quickly flipping through the pages, skimming some of the passages. “What is this? And why are you giving it to me?” she asked, practically snapping at the customer that stood before her. The girl turned to the bookmarked page and read it more carefully, clenching her jaw as the words flowed through her mind. Th expression on her face changed from normal to almost angry. Her fingers tightened their grip around the handle of the obsidian blade, making her knuckles turn white.

After Antia made her suggestion, Kat looked up at her with a pained and confused look in her eyes. This girl has done her research, she thought to herself, though it didn’t take much effort to find out that she had a slight obsession with setting things ablaze. “This isn’t true,” Katherine refused to believe it again. She wasn’t going to fall for peoples tricks twice. Once is understandable, but she had learned from the first time. In fact, she had just gotten over it. Now for another thing to surface? People were cruel and dumb. You never mess with this girl when she is weak. She will come back without a conscious holding her back, clawing at whatever is in front of her. That’s what happened to Leckov, and he didn’t survive.

Katherine’s mind clicked as she blinked and her eyes flashed a firey yellow color, her pupils narrowing becoming cat-like. Her fangs shot down from her gums. She flicked the knife in her hand, sending it whizzing dangerously past Antia’s head and lodging itself in the wall across the room. This was turning out to be exactly like the first time, except this time she had nowhere to run. “Now tell me, what does this mean?” she hissed.

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Antia couldn't say she was at all surprised by the girls reaction. These things were always hard to take in. It had been difficult for her to believe it at first as well, she almost wrote it off as nothing if not for her immense curiosity. So she had started to research her mothers travels etc and eventually came to find that the journal was true, not just something written up to piss her father off if he should find it. It had taken her nearly a month to actually accept it and start her search for Kat, though she hadn't reacted as violently. Then again she wasn't much of a violent person normally, unlike Kat.

Antia's eyes widened slightly as the knife whizzed past her head. She hadn't needed to move, but her head jerked away anyways as she resisted the knee-jerk reaction to transform into a cat as she normally did when startled or frightened, causing her eyes to flicker back and forth from grey to yellow for a few minutes until she calmed down. Though once she did she was able to notice yet another similarity between herself and this girl. They yellow slitted eyes, the fangs, somewhat cat-like in Antia's opinion. So Kat was an animagus as well, a cat, just like Antia. That was almost freakishly coincidental, her sister having the same animagus as her, especially since they'd never known each other until now.

"That..is my mothers diary. Talking about my sister, who she put up for adoption right after she was born when I was little." she said, her eyes finally ceasing their flickering as her heart stopped racing. "Thats what brought me here. I've been researching for months and was finally able to get ahold of my sisters birth records, and those brought me to here, to you." she added, not bothering to just come out and say it. This girl was intelligent, its not like she needed to spell it out, plus she feared yet another sharp object flying at her head if she said to terribly much. "I have the research with me as well, if you wanted to see it that is."



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[katevans1]

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Anger bubbled up in Katherine like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. The slightest little thing could set her off, make her explode and soon enough holding it all in became too difficult. The girl flicked her wrist, sending the obsidian blade whizzing past the lady’s head. Through a clenched jaw she whispered three simple words, “I never miss.” Anyone who has done their research would know that. Kat doesn’t hesitate, especially when it came to taking somebody down. Knife throwing was her specialty. What else was there to do on a slow day at a torture device shop? The girl was beginning to think that she had missed on purpose. What if what the lady was saying was true? What if she really was her sister? How did the girl know whom to believe? Easy. She didn’t.

As Antia spoke Katherine listened, though her citrine yellow eyes wandered off around the room, avoiding eye contact until she regained her composure. “Me, huh,” she repeated, her voice was chilled. “What’s your name again?” Kat asked, hopping off of the counter, her fangs slowly retreated. She walked across the room and jerked the knife out of the wood harshly. One wrong move from this lady and she’d end up with a blade in her chest. “Hmm…research. You seem to have done a lot of that. But the question is: Does it prove that the kid in the journal is actually me? Do you really want to get a little girl’s hopes up about her long lost family that she never knew she had? Because if this is all some kind of practical joke, you could end up like Lechkov, and if you’ve done your research you would know what happened to that poor boy,” Katherine spoke, her words like daggers. She wanted to be clear about things, get her point across. She did not want to go through this again. Twice is two times too many. She was fine without a family, scavenging around for what she needed. The girl didn’t want anyone’s help because people got in her way. Brooke ended up making her life more difficult, was this lady about to do the same?

Kat put the knife down on the counter and rested her hand next to it. She wanted to hear what the lady had to say, how she explained things. If things fell into place, she would survive. If they didn’t match up, let’s just say that wouldn’t be too much fun. Katherine looked up at the lady who claimed to be her sister, her pupils were large and round. If you paid close enough attention you could see the hint of sadness in her piercing yellow eyes, but the girl hid it well. Being weak wasn’t an option for a kid who lives on the streets.

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