Sacrifices made.

The money from Nemo would only last for so long, and the Book and sweets shop was barely holding itself up. There was no inheritance as we lost everything to the war.
So, after tucking Logan into Ben and asking one of the Turtles to watch over him and after Krabat sadly croaked his goodbye and nuzzled my cheek I left the shop apparating to a lonely Alley in Bellhaven, across from the..the strip club.
I changed my appearance to look like a red head beauty, the only thing I left alone were my eyes, I couldn't bring myself to change them.
Entering the club from the back door I was led to a changing room and looking at the costumes and makeup almost had me bursting into tears. If my parents were still alive...
No. I had to show some control. Sacrifices were made in a war.

As if what Dancing for the money here wasn't bad enough, I had another job to do here.
A particularly evil and disgusting muggle was a frequent, he was one of the big bosses at the Vulture.
In my lacy boot was a vial of poison.
The dj told me I was on and I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my features before stepping onto the stage and dancing, my eyes glued to the wall.
Soon I heard catcalls and various other things, knowing I had captured his attention. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him giving the owner money and pointing at me.
I was about to throw up.
After my dance I was escorted down to him and into the back room.
"Drink.." I said softly, having filled the poison into his cup.
"Offff cccoursshhe my ppuh-reeety." he slurred downing the cup.
Suddenly his body seized up and he fell over, dead.
I stifled a cry as I stood and slowly walked back to the dressing room, collecting my money and pulling on my jeans, a sweater and a jacket. My hair turned long and Black, and my skin was alabaster white.
In the Alley I collected my...other money and apparated to Diagon Alley. Flooing home from the Leaky.
Unfolding the paper I had also recieved in the Alley I read the lines and sighed closing my eyes as tears spilled over.
Next week. Same time. Same Place.

(ooc: inspired by the song 'dancing for the groceries')