A cool mist dropped over the surrounding buildings of England. An eerie feeling flooded the streets as most people seemed to lock up early. A full moon shawn over the large Sky. A drape of blackness floating over the night sky illuminated by the glowing moon that sparkled like a large diamond. It was the perfect night, at least for Anastasia. 

Living in a large victorian style home with three floors was a rather peculiar women. Her home was beautiful to say, but represented its owner far more then it should. It's old style frame work with small modern touches to the finishing of the building. It held its history, showing its age but expelling its beauty. The dimly lit porch was not inviting at all but the exterior seemed quaint. 

The inside was even more extravagant in its detailing, large pictures hanging on the walls of old masterpieces. Most of the portraits of dead people, she tend to keep the ones from the 1800s. Hanging in all sorts of directions one would assume they had been knocked but in fact they were all strategically planned. Everything In Her home was meticulously planned and implemented. Her furniture looked as if it was pulled from some 100 year old women's home after she had died. Truthfully most of it was, Anastasia had a particular taste in human things, she found them beautiful. 

Living a secluded life she acquired many things in her travels. Her parents and other elves from her community shunned her when she decided to take the path of a necromancer. She couldn't help that her calling was to help the dead, assist them but also control them to her will. Not many know but necromancy in the elven clans was an abomination, so most who had gained the gifts ignored them which ended driving them mad. The elves kept it a secret, not wanting to have their named tarnished they kept it a secret. After expelling Anastasia she went and lived on her own for the last 100 years. A secluded life, with no other contacts accept to the dead can have an interesting effect. 

The dead were her only friends, and she didn't complain much about that. She was contacted by a company who offered to be her friend, and she tried but leaving her home was not an easy task. Her extremely interesting features, the white hair pale skin and violet eyes drew to much attention. Thankful with b&h it was like a second home to her. She would visit the head quarters every few months when they needed an odd job done but generally they got her to do house calls. She so wanted to please them, being the first kind of anything to accept her into a society. She always relished the company. 

Anastasia opened up a shutter window, dust and webs clouding the air around her as she coughed waving her hand to clean the air. She looked out at the moon and smiled at it welcomely 

"...no I will not shut the window.."

She responded In an agitated voice. 

" I don't care if you get swept off in the wind, your dead go do some exploring.." 

She turned around and dusted off the bottom of her dress as she walked back over to her table. She sat in her country style kitchen , at a large Wooden table which seated six. She never had guests over, but she saved the chairs just incase, she he was still hopeful. 

Grabbing some items from the table top she dropped them into a large bowl that popped and sizzled with the ingredients. 

" ..I'm making a traveling potion... No... I don't know why I just have a feeling. Now will you please leave me be I'm trying to concentrate." 

Anastasia paused and looked up at the ceiling, to anyone other then her it would appear no one was there but in fact there was three ghosts looking over her. They were her regulars she called them. 

" ..don't you have some dead person convention you could go to.. " 

She paused and listened to their response. 

" ..I am not being rude this is my home and you are merely a guest, I don't care if your father built this house decades ago it is mine now, so will you shut it." 

The ghosts finally calmed down, leaving her to finish her spell. 

After a few hours the brew and finished and she bottled the batch in a few different vials. 

"Aahh.." 

She spoke softly, happy with the completion of her potion. Grabbing the vials she walked over to the cupboard and opened up the door to her potion pantry as she called it. Inside were potions for everything you could think of and she always had a spare... You know just in case. 

Putting in the few vials she shut the door and smiled happily. 

".. What do you mean there is a floating ball in my window, surely i would have noticed....." 

She turned her head to look at her window which did indeed have a ball inside the frame. Walking over to it curiously she grabbed it with both hands, and pulled out the letter. 

She looked at the letter and a smile painted her face. 

"....I...got...a.LETTER! " 

She twirled around with joy as she clutched it in her hands. The sounds of clapping echoing In her ears as the ghosts cheered her on. 

".. Yes, your right I should open it.."

She opened the letter carefully , trying not to rip the paper inside. After reading it she looked up slowly , she had no idea why she was being summoned but she had a bad feeling. When Anastasia got a bad feeling, it was usually for a good reason. Standing there for what seemed like a good ten minutes she quickly ran around the house grabbing anything that would fit in her arms. Not caring what she grabbed but ensuring she had her essentials she ran back into the kitchen an dropped all her stuff on the table. Her cat looked up at her after being thrown on the table

 " oh well I suppose you cannot come, maybe next time mittens..." 

She kissed the cats head as it ran off angry at being woken. 

She grabbed a bag that she had charmed. Giving it a spell that allowed her to put as much as she wanted in it without weighing her down came in handy. Using her arm she pushed all the stuff into the bag as it feel clinching and clanging as the items hit each other on the the way in. 

Next she headed for the cabinet grabbing all her potions and including the one for travelling. Keeping one out and putting the rest in her bag she looked around the house. Not seeing anything she needed she was about to drink the potion but forgot the most simple detail ... She wasn't wearing any pants. 

"Oh my I cannot got dressed like this ...what does one wear for such occasions.."

She didn't have much time to think things over, she did pack extra cloths just encase but decided to wear her native dress, it was made of a white silk covered in some precious stones from her home. The dress clung to her shoulders and dropped in the back revealing her entire back. Fitted at the hips It cling to her curved body , possibly to inappropriate for this meeting but she decided to take the chance. Fixing the flare at the bottom, she fixed her hair into her normal elvish style, this time ensuring her ears were covered. That's all she needed was to be know. As the crazy elven necromancer. 

Grabbing the bag she clutched it in her hand and spoke the destination of the meeting effort drinking the potion in the the vial. 

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Stumbling on her feet as she arrived in front of a group of unfamiliar faces. She straightened herself up as she fixed her dress. Looking around nervously she realized now how over dressed she was. 

" I know I'm over dressed, you don't need to rub it in"

 she whispered to what seemed like herself. 

Straightening up she pulled the letter from her bag and spoke to the people who had already arrived.

" hi! I um... This, got ....letter...."

She cursed under her breath, crowds made her nervous. 

" shut up , why don't you just go back home... Your not helping " 

She whispered again to herself. 

" I got this letter, I hope I am not late... " 

She was finally able to say.