Alastor

Winnie was walking along the streets of New Orleans as the sun sets when the charming man approaches her, his charming voice as he introduces himself makes her pay attention to him. Winnie offers him a polite smile and nod of her head, “Good evening, I’m Winifred, call me Winnie please,” Winnie’s elegant voice flows from her lips, her poised and enigmatic demeanor is charismatic, “I am new in town actually, I’ve only just moved here from up north.” Alastor can tell she’s from the north as her voice, while graceful and elegant, does not have the southern drawl that New Orleans residents are known for. Winnie’s green eyes observe him intently as she takes in Alastor’s demeanor.

Winnie smiles slightly at Alastor’s subtle mischievous, her watchful eye picking up on it instantly, she can see he’s hiding something behind those smooth words and curious gaze. She engages him though, she herself feels an odd pull to him, even if he is hiding something. “Thank you,” She says in a smooth tone, “I must say New Orleans is not known for humility, but that’s even more reason to love it here.” She says with a fondness of the new city. “I’m an art curator by trade.” She answers him simply, her own naturally reserved manner instinctively leads her to give short answers, “New Orleans is a city known for the vast multitude of history and art here, it’s the perfect place for a curator.”

um.....hi. yeah, I'm new to town, moved in last week. my name's Ava, nice to meet you to. *I gave him a small smile, though I felt a little uneasy, like there was something off about him I was normally quite an awkward person, so I did fiddle with the skirt of my dress a little. I was wearing a dress I made myself, which was red and black in different patches. I had matching dark red shoes and my gloves were black. I had my hair up in a bun on my head, with a few other bits of my hair down my shoulders and framing my face. my hair was black, and my eyes were a forest green couler.*

well um..... *I straightened my posture slightly and gave a smile.* I'm actually sent here to look into the murders that have happened in the area, in a detective, you see? *I gave off confidence and calmness in my demeanor, but also hints of constant suspicion of people, and I discreetly eyed him closely for a few seconds, reading his body language.* do you mind if I ask what kind of work you do, Alastor? *my tone shifted slightly to sounding slightly more professional this time, making eye contact with him without flinching. this could be dangerous for him, because I could find out he was the killer, and he doesn't want that.*