Alicia Irving was back and mean as ever. If anything, the time away had dne more for her than anything else, she was colder, crueller to those she didn't like but, more than anything else, she was even sl*ttier than people imagined possible. It wasn't purposeful, she was just completely addicted to s*x, and men were oppurtunists, they were just lucky if they lived (unless they were pureblood, of course).

She had dolled herself up for a day out, blonde hair styled into one of the more fashionable styles, a short red dress which was skin tight and didn't even cover her ass was draped across her near anorexic body and make-up done to the max.

As she walked down a busy street, in a completely wizard neighbourhood hidden in London she was watching, looking for a guy on which to latch.

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