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Post by ariana on Jul 20, 2005 14:12:10 GMT
Ariane let go of his fathers arm and nodded to him as a way of saying ‘thank you’ for apparating to the Alleys with Ariane. For once Ariane didn’t have to dirty her clothes or stand some idiots while coming here.
“Enjoy your day, angel,” her father told Ariane before apparating off to work. Straightening her clothes – a white silk shirt and long emerald-green skirt – Ariane set off towards Gringotts. Stepping into the bank she withdrew a nice sum of money from her parents account and exited the building again. She could do some shopping.
Browsing some stores Ariane bought some random stuff that caught her attention – a very classy writing set – quill and an ink-jar, some hair-clips with little emerald pieces, a glass statue. Just small random things which didn’t held much importance.
Getting an ice-cream cone from the ice-cream parlor finally Ariane moved done the street taken care not to bump into someone. She didn’t want to wrinkle her robes nor get any mudblood germs on her. Just anyone was let into Hogwarts and the Diagon Alley lately. Ariane’s parents most certainly didn’t like it either.
Licking the cold peppermint flavor that refreshened her nicely, Ariane stopped in front of a store window eyeing a pair of black silk pants critically. These would do for everyday wear or quidditch practice – for other occasion Ariane would most certainly wear tailored clothes. Thinking over the dilemma whether the pants were worth the trouble of insolent service in the store Ariane stood in front of the shop-window with a calculatingly cold look on her features.
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Post by Fiona O'Reilly S5 on Jul 20, 2005 20:00:01 GMT
"You're telling me you won't fix them! But I bought them with a tear in them! No, I did not notice it then, but come on I can't possible wear them!" Fiona shouted at the store keeper as she threw her pants at the poor women. She exited the shop haughtily and made sure the door slammed behind her. "Filthy, Mudblood!" Fiona exclaimed under her breath. She turned around and saw a girl starring at the window of the store she had just stormed out of.
"Take my advice, Kid. Stay away from that store. A mudblood owns it," Fiona scowled as she kicked up dirt at the shop's door. At the moment Fiona didn't care if she looked uncivilized. She definitely wasn't taking those pants back and she couldn't get a refund, not even for them to sew it up for free. Fiona looked back at the girl standing at the window. She was definitely young, maybe a first year. Come to think of it she looked a little familiar. "You look familiar?" Fiona asked rudely as she walked a circle around the girl. "You're not a mudblood are you?" Fiona asked cautiously before stopping to face the girl.
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Post by ariana on Jul 21, 2005 4:51:42 GMT
Ariane had just finished her ice-cream when some girl came storming out of the store and raged out furiously. Ariane looked at it with distaste – it was most certainly not lady-like to kick dirt. And raging out in public – where was the class in that?
“My name is not ‘Kid’, but you can refer to me as ‘Your Eminence’ or ‘Your highness’,” Ariane snapped back rather snobbishly as she brushed an imaginary piece of dust from her sleeve. Looking at the girl calmly and valuating her words, Ariane came to a conclusion that she must be a Slytherin. The house Ariane had picked for herself. None of the other houses would be good enough for her. Her mother always did tell her she was an angel. Ariane had always agreed with her too.
“My name is Ariane Phyllis Dianne. My father is the Head of the Department of Mysteries, so you may have seen me at the formal parties at the Ministry or some more important social gatherings,” Ariane stated coldly regarding the girl. She most certainly didn’t look familiar at all, so she was either not that important or didn’t move around in the same higher class people Ariane did.
Glancing at the store window Ariane decided to leave the pants still. If a mudblood owned the store, then she wanted nothing to do with it.
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Post by Fiona O'Reilly S5 on Jul 21, 2005 5:25:29 GMT
Fiona smirked at the young girl named Ariane. She was definitely the kind of person Fiona would see hanging around her common room. "So sorry, your Eminence. Where are my manners?" Fiona drawled her voice dripping with venom. Obviously the girl was a snob after all her father was head of the Department of Mysterious.
Fiona smirked to herself about her father's job. She wanted nothing more than to tell this 'kid' what her father did for a living, but knew that it was unwise in this environment. She looked the girl up and down again before laughing out loud.
"You have a lot to learn, Kid, before someone of my stature can take you serious. Just because I don't act high class doesn't mean I'm not," with this Fiona held up her families heirloom ring with their crest etched upon the surface. "You know what this is? The O'Reilly ring. One of the oldest pureblood families that still live today. Maybe someday you'll get a ring like this, Kid," Fiona added. She wanted nothing more than to take out her aggression on someone who didn't know who she was. She didn't need class to get the respect her family name deserved. Besides, she had tried being respectful and classy once before and that got her no where. She looked at the girl before turning and walking away. She was interested to see if the young girl was intrigued enough to follow her.
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Post by Trinity Bleu on Jul 21, 2005 5:25:31 GMT
Trinity walked the road of Diagon Alley, her hair pulled up into a pony and her shoulders exposed to the sun. It was a beautiful day, the wind blowing softly in the trees making the leaves rustle gently, the weather was starting to reflect the summer season. She ran her hands along the rough brick wall of one of the shops before stopping briefly in front of its large window. It was decorated with tinsel and stars and just inside the window was the newest broom, a firebolt. She shrugged slightly thinking of her one firebolt at home before continuing down the road.
Wizards and Witches of all types roamed the Alley today, it was much more busy than usual and Trinity was definitely taking notice. A young boy clutched on to his mother's hand as he stared wide eyed down the busy road. She smirked at the little one and continued on towards the ice cream shop. She was in the mood for a cool vanilla cone, the thought alone was making her mouth water and her stomach growl.
She reached the decorative doors of the ice cream shop and pulled them open to step inside. The air had a warm and inviting smell but a cold chill covered her body. She closed her eyes for a moment before heading to the counter to order, "A vanilla cone," she said tossing down 2 galleons and crossing her arms to wait. The woman went to the counter and waved her wand, Trinity's order appeared instantly and the woman handed it over. Trinity took her order and immediately licked the icy treat, her mouth filling with a sweet sensation.
She walked back out into the Alley and walked only a little way before noticing what appeared to be two girls bickering. She walked up to them cautiously, "Aren't you... Ariane Dianne?" Trinity said politely. She recognized her from some high charity events her parents had dragged her along to. The events were always boring, white table clothes and silver name tags, high class... but not her style. She looked at the girl curiously before turning back to her ice cream and taking another lick.
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Post by ariana on Jul 28, 2005 10:34:11 GMT
Ariane sneered at the girl and arched a lazy eye-brow at the ring so rudely pushed under her nose: “I’m not blind. I saw the ring but it holds no power over me. What good has your family done for the Lord? At least my parents supply money as well as information as well as useful jobs to those loyal to him.” Ariane’s father was in the inner circle of Voldemort. He couldn’t give information about everything and Voldemort didn’t demand info about anything, knowing it would pay back harshly later to loose such good information on such a high position.
Sneering at the girl Ariane added coldly: “I don’t want a ring like that. My family’s jewels are better kept and shown only to those worthy. While you wave the petty things you have around for everyone to see, including mudbloods, making the ring loose the value and importance it once might have held.”
Ariane watched the girl walk away and shrugged. She herself had been brought up better. Hadn’t that Slytherin been rude first, Ariane had sticked to the etiquette she had been brought up by. But most certainly the girl wouldn’t be worthy of being followed like a lost puppy. Ariane’s standards for people worth knowing were obviously higher than her standards in tolerable behavior.
Turning as someone spoke to her Ariane eyed the new girl who had approached her. She seemed to be around 14 and 15 and faintly familiar.
“Yes, I am. I do recall seeing you around at social gatherings,” Ariane said reaching out her hand. This girl had approached her politely so Ariane would show her best behavior to her. And she had good taste in ice-cream. Meaning she ate the same flavour Ariane often chose.
“It’s a shame that they let just anyone to the Alley here. The Knockturn has much better environment as there aren’t mudbloods to ruin the good air there.” Ariane had very firm beliefs and she wanted to be useful for the Dark Lord one day. But she never did hide her opinions about mudbloods and half-bloods. She would make an amazing follower for the Dark Lord one day.
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