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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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