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[Zara O'Riley]

Zara sat quietly at the edge of the bar at the Poison Apple Inn. She had a textbook in front of her, along with a lot of parchment, quill and ink. Zara was working on her History of Magic essay that she had been assigned over the summer. She needed somewhere to work. The manor was way to quiet, and she felt uncomfortable.

Zara finished writing the paragraph in her neat, swirly, gothic handwriting. She then placed the quill down and brought the mug next to her, up to her lips, and finished the drink. She sighed and looked back down at the paper. Zara picked up the quill again, and sucked on the end looking penseive. She was glad that the quill was a sugar quill.

[Jacey Fraser]

Finding herself once again on the outskirts of Paris, Kirsten didn't really know what to do. She had once again spent the day shopping, but hadn't managed to buy anything. Sighing quietly, the small blond slowly walked toward her brothers tavern. It seemed as though she had been spending a lot of time there lately and she didn't know why. Dressed in a pair of jeans and one of Brae's over sized sweat shirts, Kirsten wasn't really dressed for a night at the bar. But then again what did it matter to her anyways?

Pushing the wooden door open, Kirsten stepped inside the dark room. Blinking it took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. Once they had, Kirsten smiled as she noticed all the people around the bar. She knew some of them, but others she didn't. Spotting a girl sitting by herself, Kirsten frowned. She looked familiar, but she wasn't sure from where. Well that was until she got closer to the girl. Recognition hit Kirsten like a bucket full of ice water. Walking closer to where she sat, Kirsten sat down.

"Hey, you go to Beauxbatons right?" Kirsten asked. "Your in the same common room as me.. Zara O'Riley am I right?" Kirsten asked not entirely sure that she had gotten the name right. But she had seen the girl around the common room- that she knew for a fact.

[Zara O'Riley]

Zara sat there like a lemon. She just couldn't think straight. She had the first word for the next paragraph, and then her mind went black. Zara groaned and hit her head against the table a few times.

The tall girl looked up when she heard someone sit next to her. The blonde girl was so familiar..... they were in the same house. The girl began to talk, Zara nodded. "Yes that's me.....you're....Kirsten, right, Kirsten Fraser?" Zara said.

Zara smiled at Kirsten, they had spoken a little in the commons, but they weren't best friends. "So, Kirsten, how's your summer been?" Zara said, taking a stab at conversation.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

While the two girls chatted awkwardly to each other, a guant figure sat off to the side of the bar. Her legs crossed so that just a peek of her pale legs showed between the layers of her witch robes. To add to such black clothing, the woman wore a fashionable black hat where most of her hair was tucked away in. A pair of huge, dark sunglasses hid her gaze from sight.

Bellatrix had gone to the Inn in hope that an informant from England would show up. Judging by the lateness of whoever was going to come, it was obvious that they were not going to appear. Irritated by being bothered with coming all the way out of hiding to some dank little inn in Paris, Bella's long fingernails tapped against the counter of the bar. Reaching out, she picked up the wine she had ordered a while ago. She sipped it silently as her eyes surveyed the room. Nothing of real importance.

Bella rubbed her forehead after setting down the wine glass. She was getting a terrible headache from all this stress. Most definatly she would either have to drink it or sleep it off. Subtly kicking the stool next to her with her highheel, Bella took another sip of wine before preparing to leave.

[Zara O'Riley]

Zara finished talking to Kristen andturned away. She saw a woman sitting at the end of the bar. Zara recognized the figure to be Bellatrix Lestrange. A deatheater. Zara had seen her at a few meetings, but the had never really spoken.