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Ariella had been working a full week almost every day and night and right now all she was, was tired. She loved a break and so she closed the bar and took off to Hogsmeade. She always got some food there before she had to leave and hide again for the rest of the time. She hated it all, needing to hide because to the world she is supposed to be dead. Well I’m still breathing world! she thought as the rebel apparated to Hogsmeade with ease. Her eyes searched for obvious faces but so far none to be found.



Ariella yawned as she walked into the hog’s head. This place saved her empty stomach more often than her own family did. All of them were goody two shoes and Ariella felt never good enough for them whatsoever. The young woman looked around and saw someone coming back from the bathroom and sit at the bar. Ariella thought of working here but it always seemed to be too close to danger. Ariella first needs to sort her priorities and find out where she belongs.



The girl sat next to the other person at the bar and ordered one glass of fire whiskey. Her hands were folded together because she was freezing and her eyes looked at her hands. She was so sleepy and hungry and all she wanted was a huge bath and fall asleep in it but she knew that being in hiding took away most privileges. Ariella was dead to the world, nothing remained but a burned body. Another sigh came from her lips when she realized she didn’t actually exist anymore.



When the whiskey and her dinner came she gave the person behind the bar a grateful look and shove some money his way. Ariella took a bit of the steak and loved how it filled up her body. Curiously she turned to the person next to her, just to see what he was up to. She tilted her head to the side a bit, he seemed some kind of writer.. maybe a journalist? Ariella took a deep breath and another bite of the steak before taking a sip of the burning liquid filling up her throat.



Ariella wondered what a writer would be here. Its not like this is the safest place to show your writings. The girl shrugged it off again since she could care less about what happens to others anyways right now. Ariella yawned and almost fell of her seat. The girl could keep her balance and took another sip of her drink, she really had to wake up.

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Ariella loved the steak, it was perfect and exactly what she needed before heading back to her hideout. She just didn’t get it why her grandfather needed her to hide with the others. He never let her fight battles and though she was somehow happy he didn’t, he faked her death for crying out loud! He just didn’t seem as brave as the death eaters were. They came back and fought for what they feel is right. Her family didn’t. Ariella sighed and took a rather large gulp of her drink when she heard the guy next to her mentioning her tattoos. Yes she has a lot of those, she wants more but they need to mean something.



Her eyes moved over to face him and a small nod came from her head. She didn’t know his name but his features are adorable. Ariella gave him a sweet smile and turned to her food again. “ Yes love, and plenty of them too. “ she took another bite of her stake as she said so. Ariella never really thought of tattoos as being something odd or strange but she figured most people in this world did no possess such a thing. The girl had them ever since she went in hiding. She went to get work in muggle London and in some places tattoos show off not to mess with someone. And she loved them too.



Another sigh escaped her lips as she ordered a new glass of fire whiskey. As she regained her balance she saw how the guy next to her tried to help. He seemed to be pretty unknown when talking to people, or well to her. Ariella gave him one of her wicked smiles and a nod. “ I’m perfectly fine thanks. “ she answered and looked at the disgusting floor. No she definitely didn’t want to land on that ever in her life and she was glad that she remained balanced. The young woman now really tried to look at this guy next to her. His face was full of freckles which she thought was amazingly adorable and his features showed of some Veela blood but basically enough to make him look very stunning.



Ariella though calmed her senses down as she turned to her drink which was recently served. She couldn’t get known to too many people, her grandfather would kill her if she did. Then again she always cared less about what he wants and more about what she wants. The girl knew she should listen to her family but they didn’t seem to realize how lost this battle is. They were fighting a war they shouldn’t fight and all because of hoping things will be the same as they used to be again. Sometimes she wondered if the world was really better off without the dark lord. At least he did something to show the world his point of view.



Then again she could never see herself killing innocent muggles either. It was a huge mental battle as well. As the man spoke again about the dirty floor she gave him a nod and a smile. “ Indeed it does look like it. “ she chuckled and ate the last remains of her steak dinner. Ariella didn’t know why she wanted to talk to him, it wasn’t like she didn’t have company at home. Though could you call a hideout home? She looked at the man’s writings and frowned.



“ A reporter hmm? “ she asked and nodded at his writings. It seemed like she caught a newspaper bug. She didn’t like the daily prophet… more lies and political nonsense than anything else. Ariella never was much of the newspaper type to begin with but she figured that the prophet was under the influence of the death eaters and they seem to control most of wizarding London. Ariella though figured she could better side with the winning side of this war than the losing one. But for the mean time she kept her head low and her wand lower. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if people found out that she was alive and not burned to ashes.



“I’m Ariella by the way. “

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Ariella didn’t know what to think of reporters really.. they all seemed like sharks to her really. Ariella gave it a smile though because everytime she looked at this one, her opinion got its doubts. He just didn’t seem like the type who would fish lies out of the water. Ariella was still kind of surprised that those reporters didn’t find out that her family was still alive. That would be major news for sure but not one she was happy to share. Ariella gave his reaction a nod and turned to her glass of whiskey. In a few hours she had to apparate back to her family.



How she wouldn’t enjoy that. Listening to an old man who meant nothing to her beside an old prick who couldn’t do anything better than “protect” her family. All she wanted was her dad and he is dead. Ariella swallowed a big lump when she thought of her dad and took a rather big sip of her whiskey. She didn’t mean to have such a big one and so the fire actually attempted to burn down her throat. Ariella coughed a bit and still listened to this man talking.



When he introduced himself as Louis and his many nicknames Ariella shook her head, which she surely figured would be red as heck, and smiled. “ Pleasure Louis. I’ll stick with Louis. “ she gave him a wink and took another sip hopefully making the coughs stop. When he spoke up about the nicknames fitting him she disagreed. Her family never called her names, they respected each other in that way but who would call their son or brother dip shit? For real that’s just a sad and pathetic thing to her.



“ Louis suits you perfectly dear. “ she gave it a nod and felt the cold breeze of an opening door. God why did the bar have to be so close to the door. And why wasn’t there a fire to warm up at. Darn now she started to sound like a spoiled brat. Ariella gave his attempts to flirting a chuckle. He really didn’t know how to do this now did he? Ariella loved her tattoos as well and her hair was just sacred ever since she grew it out on this length.



“ Thank you Louis that’s so sweet. “ she replied and took a sip of her drink noticing she again emptied her glass. Ariella spun the empty glass around in her fingers and nodded for a refill. She turned to Louis and tilted her head to the side a bit. “ Can I get you a drink?” she loved having someone around who talked her head off from all the ugly things outside. Louis is like a refreshment she needs after a hot day outside. All with all she just liked being around someone positive for a change.



“ You really are adorable. I figure the daily prophet doesn’t suit you now does it?” she asked wondering how such a sweet guy end up in a snake pit like the daily prophet. Ever since the death eaters took over the prophet wrote everything in their favor which was a smart move for someone who wants to take over the world. She wouldn’t join their group, no chance of that but she wouldn’t mind being on their side of the war. Watch from a distance how her grandfather falls.



The girl snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Louis again. So adorable.

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