Graveyard

Now that violin was impossible to ignore. Though she'd never been much of a musician - the thing that normally touched her heart were words wrought on the pages of old tomes and new novels - this was enlivening. It made her wish she'd made more time for an instrument but now it was a bit late for her to start and as the music reached it's peak, the grinning faces of those she fought for smiled at her from the middle distance she began to stare into upon the beginning of the song. Now she could understand why some people though music was magic - it was almost as much of an adrenaline rush as dueling and feeling power flow through her wand.

Her wand.
Alexandra was brought out of her daze with that thought and the end of the music, eyes closing again. The formerly peaceful silence now brought no calm to her - just a reminder of what she had lost, and not just her wand.

And again, her brooding was interrupted. But this time, it was the start of the rain that did that. Upon feeling it's touch she got to her feet unsteadily, wounds on her legs not completely healed beneath her slacks while her bandaged arms were not even close to concealed by her purple blouse. So as the rain began to pound down on her, she could only walk - with a slight limp - towards the small stone shelter at the center of the graveyard. If she could apparate, she would, but she didn't know if the couple were muggles or not.

It seemed that the Asian couple had the same idea as her. She watched them yell to each other in the rain, musing over why the man had played the violin in a graveyard of all the places. But then again, Alexandra had heard interesting things of late particularly of her fellow-Ravenclaw graduate Aimee having performed in a spectacular concert recently with some foreign celebrity. She wondered how that was going for her, Aimee had never seemed to desire the spotlight at Hogwarts so the press must have been a sudden change for her. Funny how things in the present trigger memories like that.
But then that could just be the cold talking. At this moment, Alexandra would have given galleons for a drying spell. To be fair though, she was technically giving that to Olivander.

Her lips twitched slightly watching the man go into the corner to sulk after the woman had glared at him. Maybe not a couple then. Siblings?

"Alexandra Leoine. Lovely to meet you too." she was tickled by the irony of this all. They had sought to visit the dead yet ended to speaking to the living.
Ah, right, etiquette. Alexandra turned to the man briefly. Considering that his earlier English was heavily accented, she judged that he was not fluent as could be. "Great playing by the way." she smiled politely before turning back to the person who did not look like they wished to be anywhere but in her company. Though considering how odd she must look in her combination of heavy bandages and expensive clothing, Alexandra could understand.
"Do you come here often?"

She supposed his accent was charming in its own way, but his sullen expression drowned any potential interest in him. His physique was not shabby at all though, she supposed he got his share of attention and thus did not feel guilty about reserving her focus for Yuri. Never the less, Alexandra quirked a brow at his stripping down. Sensible but still amusing. If only Cazz or Vanity were here... Especially Vanity. She'd always wanted to get him a stripper and see his reaction.

Nodding in affirmation as Yuri began to speak, Alexandra was surprised to say the least when the woman tore the man's coat jacket to replace her currently soaked bandages. "No, you really don't ne-" the sound of ripping cut her off and the man exclaimed in alarm.

"Oh," she really didn't know what to say. Pink suffused her cheeks as she tried desperately to figure out what to say without annoying either of them. "Uhm, thank you but you really didn't need to tear his coat. When it stops raining, I was planning to walk to-"
Not to Diagon Alley. No such place existed in muggle London. Where where where where-
"A corner store to buy some new bandages."

Yuri was very gentle whilst replacing the bandages on her arms. Most of the wounds had just been scratches from vegetation as she had been climbing and hiding in the forests of Scotland and England but the woman had dealt even with the wolf bite without batting an eyelash. She was either very used to taking care of injuries or made of sterner stuff than her brother. The man rather reminded her of the people she used to encounter attending parties with her family: wealthy and unused to having to settle for anything less than perfect. Alexandra had been lucky in her parents there. But then Yuri seemed to have turned out well enough.

"Mhmm, an older brother. He's not particularly picky, but I used to have to nag him occasionally." she murmured. It was a better idea not to get involved in an argument between them in a confined space. Spoiled children - even as adults - threw the worst tantrums and she was in no way eager to see the brother do so.

She smiled vaguely. To be honest, she had not had much contact with her brother in a long time. Robert had moved out of the Estate for the most part and she walked the halls of her home alone. Where her mother used to play the harp for them and force the whole family through dance steps, silence reigned. It was probably why she was more comfortable than most in a grave yard - the atmosphere was not much different to her home.

Her reminiscence of a happier time coincided perfectly with the man's choice in music. For such a shallow man, he played with such passion and skill that Alexandra was rendered mute while he played. Ah, so they too had lost someone they loved. Perhaps that was why the brother - Seung Pyo - seemed to have such opposing elements of himself. It was easier to lose yourself in the music and then forget afterwards and not face your grief. She had done very much the same with her work in the Order.
It was a brilliant solution right up until it started to isolate you and hurt others. It was why she was here now. It was time for her to grieve.

Alexandra bowed her head briefly, "I'm sorry for your loss." Normally empty words, but she meant them sincerely.

Her steel grey eyes considered Yuri in the dim light of their shelter. They were visitors or new-comers to England yet had someone close buried in this cemetery. There was definitely more to them than met the eye and Alexandra was not quite sure of that quality yet. As the violin sang again, Alexandra turned to watch Seung play in the rain. But at the same time, it was not play to him but an extension of his spirit.

Out of habit when he returned, she reached for her pocket where her wand would be, only realizing it when her hand landed on an empty pocket. Alexandra had almost gone to cast a drying spell on him. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards for a second. It had been a long time for her to go without her wand. Seung's questions sobered her up though.

She turned to Yuri, wondering at the answer.

Aaand the arrogant twit was back. Watching the interaction between Seung and Yuri, Alexandra mused if they had forgotten her presence in the heat of their argument. If she were to join the debate, she'd have to side with Yuri. But then again, it really was none of her business. Yes, Seung had played some of the most heart-wrenching music she had ever heard, Yuri had been very nice to her and Alexandra happened to be present in the midst of their argument, but she really had nothing fair to add.

So it seemed that the rain decided to make things more irritating for her as she was barred from giving a graceful adieu and bowing out from this situation. Alexandra's eyes trailed over to Pheollix's gravestone. Day in and day out it would stand there until it was forgotten and the stone crumbled to dust. Alexandra resolved herself to request cremation rather than burial in her will.

Now that bow certainly did not match the man's earlier attitude. Perhaps the relationship between Seung and Yuri was an emotionally rocky one. Thank goodness her own brother was so laid back - Alexandra was quite sure that she would have been driven to distraction if it had been otherwise. She watched Seung walk out and vanish into the rain and fog.
Odd. He disappeared oddly quickly but surely he wasn't... Alexandra frowned in thought. They were in a muggle grave yard: it made no sense for some foreign wizard to be there. She gave up her pondering - for now - as Yuri began to speak to her again.

"You can only teach so much to a person who doesn't want to learn." she comforted the woman vaguely, still watching for something in the rain. Alexandra would have to look at his foot-prints in the grass and mud later. Just to check. She honestly didn't even know why she was interested. Well she did have another four to five hours of waiting before Ollivander would be anywhere near finished with her wand.

"Maybe he's also had the misfortune to be surrounded by people who also want to manipulate him? Then his lack of care could just be a sort of shield..."

A small note of amusement sprung in the back of her mind at the change in Yuri's tone. She pushed it aside though in favor of answering the woman's query. Alexandra yearned to ask about Seung's vanishing but it had been a while since she had to be subtle when asking questions. There had been no point playing games with Death Eaters after all...

She wrenched herself from that dark thought, "Your brother seemed to vanish rather swiftly. It's almost like magic." She turned to regard Yuri closely. At worse, she would seem like some sort of odd superstitious freak to a muggle. If she knew what Alexandra spoke of however, that would be... interesting. Especially if the woman noticed her lack of wand.

Alexandra tilted her head slightly, studying Yuri before turning away again. No: her curiosity could go unsated as it was too risky. The last few months were full of enough risks to last her a lifetime even as she was going to stop by the Order to start working again. She just hoped that her efforts to rebuild the infrastructure had been solid enough to continue while she had disappeared. But back to the moment at hand: Yuri seemed to be a lovely woman, but Alexandra would rather not risk the Ministry's interference.

"Don't worry about it." Probably someone picking her acquaintance up. Alexandra regarded the still pouring rain with a small grimace. It was almost a good thing now that Olivander would be taking a while to get her wand fixed.
At the same time though, Yuri did seem like a good person to keep in touch with. Alexandra watched her companion for a moment, wondering how muggles kept in contact. Something about 'E addresses' and something called a book of faces... Technology often bemused her.

"Oh." Well that certainly took her by surprise. Although she'd pondered keeping in contact with Yuri this seemed very... immediate and fast. But then again, why not? She had hours yet to wait for Ollivander and a potential new friend. Alexandra could not discern anything too dangerous. Worse came to worse, she would escape to the bathroom and apparate home anyways.

"That'd be nice," she gave Yuri a hesitant grin, still not quite sure how Yuri had decided to invite her along with such speed. Alexandra had never heard of this Ledbury but she assumed that the food would - if her thoughts on it being a restaurant were correct - be excellent.
"I'd be glad to come along, are you sure Seung won't be annoyed though?" being caught in sibling arguments was never fun.