Addison did not belong here. She found that out the minute that old lady with a tray of something that looked like shriveled heads, stared at her as if she had fallen out of the sky. Well looking down at her outfit she understood a bit how that could happen. She was currently wearing a white pencil skirt with a matching white blouse that fit her figure nicely.

Addison wasn't even sure how she ended up here all she knew was that one minute she was showing a friendly old women her way and next thing she knew a random guy with a scar running down the side of his face tried to pick her up. Of course the old Addison would have played with him a bit before kicking where it counts but not the new Addison, no. Instead she chose to politely refuse which earned her laugh and a look that clearly said that it wasn't the last time she would be seeing this guy. Addison continued walking not even noticing that it was indeed getting darker and she was indeed being followed with someone with not so good intentions.

At one point Addison could have sworn she heard something. Turning around sharply, she squinted her eyes at the darkness but to her confusion saw no one. A chill ran up her spine. Addison ran her thumb up and down her wand just in case she needed to use it.

How in the world did she end up here and how was she going to get out. She couldn't even apparate because she didn't know how to do it unless she didn't know how to get to her location in her head. She heard another sound and turned around again with her wand pointing at the darkness.

Jer walked along down the dim lighted narrow way that made up Knockturn Alley whistling a familiar tune. It was already getting dark and since he had done all his shopping he thought it was time to head back to Hogwarts. Part of him though was exasperated because every time he needed specific ingredients for his potions he could never find them in the Apothecary in Diagon Alley. They were according to the store manager dangerous for the students who shopped there so they didn't stock them.

Jer remembered the first day he'd been told that then redirected toward Knockturn Alley. He laughed suddenly at how he'd gotten lost that day and had been to proud to ask for directions. Ever since then Jer knew if he wanted to at least get out alive his pride could suffer a hit. Nevertheless after countless times of coming to the store in Knockturn Alley Jer had finally found his way around the area. A relief he would not take for granted. After all he had to admit it wasn't a place you wanted to stick around in for a long period of time.

Tuning out his thoughts at this point Jer made his way down the stone steps. As he made his way down them he sighed in irritation as he almost lost his balance. Bloody sticks, he thought as he kicked them to the side of the wall beside him. His boots treaded roughly the rest of the way down as he heard the sudden noise as if someone turning in rocks quickly. Raising an eyebrow he changed his pace to a slow walk as his hazel eyes scanned the dim lighted area in front of him.

The sight that eventually caught Jer's eyes made him frown. A woman not but five feet away from him looked completely terrified with her wand out and pointing his way. Knowing these two things Jer knew it was best to tread slowly as so he didn't scare the woman anymore than she was. So that’s why when he walked toward her his hands were high in the air, as if in surrender, while his bag of ingredients dangled from his right hand. He knew to some he probably looked like a bloody prat, but right then he didn‘t care.

"Hey there..." Jer began his voice soft as he stopped in front of the woman and finally put his hands down against his sides. "Are you alright? Is there a reason why you have your wand pointed in my direction?" He asked her his hazel eyes taking in her appearance. Of course no thought of him being the reason why the woman looked like she was ready for a fight had crossed his mind as he waited for her reaction.