The London Dungeon ((Evila))

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona stood admiring her next stop on her tour of London. Since she was going to be leaving there for the next couple years she might as well get to know the place. She had heard about a muggle attraction called The London Dungeon. It seemed something like the history of London, at least the horrific parts, which were the only parts Fiona really liked. Her love for destruction had grown since her parents death and she began to lose all hope of ever being good.

Fiona read the brochure in her hand about the attraction and sighed. It seemed like it would show her some gory stuff about the history, but it also seemed like it would be kind of dumb. After all, Fiona was a witch and frankly the muggle world thought ghosts were scary when they were definitely anything put scary. Fiona flipped through the brochure quickly trying to decide on whether to actually go and see the attraction. It seemed interesting enough, but would it be to her liking. Fiona winced, the thought of all the muggles that would be there seemed to turn her off of the attraction completely and she threw her brochure away.

Something else Fiona thought to herself. She needed something that would cheer her up and though The London Dungeon would come close it would fail in its attempt, due to all the muggles. Fiona looked around the crowded streets of London. So full of muggles and they were so dirty. Fiona sighed as she turned to head back to her uncles. However, a somewhat familiar face seemed to loom in the distance. Fiona had seen the person from her common room. At least someone would know what Fiona was talking about when she said muggles were dirty. Fiona approached the person and grinned. "What brings you out on such a glorious afternoon?" Fiona asked sarcastically to the person. The day was sunny and hot. It would be cheerful to anyone, but Fiona, who seemed to hate the day time and would rather live as a vampire. Fiona waited for a reply.

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Evila shuddered. "Glorious? Ugh. I would rather have a cool, misty day anytime. Say, are you in Hogwarts. Slytherin? It looks as though you're Slytherin. I'm Evila. Evila Montelle. I know. The name is a tad corny, isn't it? But it suits me well sometimes." she laughed. She paused and looked at a black brochure in her own hand. She brought it up close to her pale face, her eyes narrowing in a smile. "Lovely works of art. A bit out of date and crude, but lovely." she muttered to herself about the small picture of an Iron Maiden.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona watched the girl closely. It seemed she didn't realize that Fiona had been sarcastic about the morning. "Yeah, mist would be good anything, but this sun shinning overhead and not a cloud to cover it. Worthless if you ask me," Fiona commented. The girl introduced herself as Evila Montelle. The girl obviously had to have recognized Fiona from the common room, because she said something about her being in Slytherin. Fiona had recognized her, but hadn't given Evila any reason to recognize her. "Yeah, I'm in Slytherin. Fiona O'Reilly."

Fiona glanced down at the picture Evila was holding. The Iron Maiden seemed to have drawn the girls attention. Fiona raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you doing out here in London? Sightseeing? I must admit that I'm doing a bit of that myself. I was about to check out The London Dungeon, but didn't want to be stuck in a room with a bunch of dirty, smelly, and ugly muggles," Fiona said as she shuddered. That would have been scarier than the attraction itself, Fiona thought to herself. She looked back at the girl waiting for her reply.

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"Yeah. I'm sightseeing. The Muggles I can put up with sometimes. But they're not great to be around with all day. I was hoping to catch a look at their torture devices. Thats about all I appreciate about them Take a look at this." she turned the brochure around so that Fiona could see the metal contraption. "They stuff people inside of the body, and close it. Theres long spikes inside, so you end up pretty banged up once you've been inside. Very efective I'd say. But my favorite is the rack." she smiled. "What's yours?" she asked. Many of her friends enjoyed talking about Muggle torture devices, and Evila supposed that Fiona and her could find something in common.

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Fiona smiled down at the girl. She seemed to know her stuff about torture devices. The Iron Maiden was a pretty interesting piece of work. "The rack is a good choice, but I'd have to say the Spider. I hear it's still used in third world countries. The Witches' Spider is a device that has 4 or 6 long pincers and it hangs from the ceiling. From there it can lift someone up by their buttocks, belly, or breasts," Fiona smiled as she explained the device. "Sounds cool, but I bet it's even cooler to watch." Fiona didn't think she could actually watch it happen, but said it none the less. She wanted to appear as if she was tough, but sometimes she knew that she was a coward.

"I probably wouldn't be able to watch it. I don't want to accidentally get blood on my clothes," Fiona said thoughtfully as she looked at Evila. "So where you going to go check out the Dungeon? I was going to, but I didn't feel like being around all those dirty muggles. They give me hives." Fiona shuddered as she rubbed her arms. She hated muggles and wished that they only inhabited some parts of the world. Like America. Fiona rarely went there and didn't care to go back. If she was powerful enough she'd move them all to that country so they could deal with their own problems. A smile crossed her face as she thought about the muggles being stuck in America. She was brought back to reality by Evila's voice.

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"The Spider? Never heard of it but it sounds absolutely wicked! I am going to check out the dungeon, but at night. Its better at that time, and there are less muggles around. They're all at their clubs drinking themselves silly." she paused and looked out at the street. "There goes one now! It looks like he's addicted to cheering charms!!" she giggled anpoitned at a drunk muggle man, skipping down the street with a blank smile and bumping into street lamps.

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Fiona laughed at Evila as she said something about muggles drinking themselves silly. It was even funnier when Evila pointed to a drunk muggle staggering down the street. "Oh, their so dirty and disgusting. You'd think they would learn to clean themselves up a bit," Fiona said in disgust as she watched the muggle. He seemed to be overjoyed at the fact that he was running into things and Fiona couldn't see how anyone would want to get that dirty and disgusting. At this thought she pulled a mirror out of her purse to check her hair. It seemed fine as it was up in a clip on her head. Her long hair spilling down the nape of her neck from the clip that didn't hold all of her thick hair. Her make-up was fine. She looked down at her dark jeans and strapless dark green shirt. A single black pearl hung around her neck. She hadn't taken it off since she got it, for it had been her mothers and it meant a great deal. Fiona finally approved of her appearance before she turned back to Evila.

"Just wanted to make sure I didn't look like a disgusting muggle," Fiona said as she put the mirror back in her black purse. She looked around the streets. It was somewhat crowded with the sight and smell of muggles. "You wanna get out of here for now. These muggles are getting to me. I know a pureblood pub that's just down the street. It's better than being out with a bunch of ugly muggles," Fiona said as she motioned down the street. She'd been to the pub several times over the last week. She'd take a good book and go read while she waited for darkness to fall so she could go back to her uncle's manor without looks of sympathy from him.

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"Love to! Maybe I can pass as someone older so they'll let me try a firewhiskey! If not then a butterbeer! Thats what I call a real drink!" she nodded, walking out onto the street and tripping the muggle man. "Lets go!" she called to Fiona. She stopped, then turned back. "Perhaps it woul be better if you went first." she added hastily.

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Fiona watched Evila head off down the street by herself, tripping the drunken man as she went. Fiona laughed quietly as the man seemed to stumbled to the ground and not get up. She rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempt to stand when Evila turned around. She obviously didn't know where she was going and Fiona smiled. The girl would be interesting if she turned out to be a true Slytherin, then perhaps she would be worthy enough to talk with. Fiona shrugged off this thought as she walked to Evila. "Follow me," she said as she began down the street.

They passed by several muggle stores and restaurants packed with muggles. Fiona cringed at the thought of them. What horribly nasty disgusting creatures! She hated them almost as much as she hated mudbloods and half-breeds. She forced her thoughts to the back of her mind. There was no sense in getting herself riled up over such a topic that couldn't be helped.

Fiona quickly approached the pub. It looked like a grand business building. Though there was never any business men and women. The muggles hadn't noticed though, she wasn't even sure if they realized the building was even there. She opened the door to the pub for Evila and stepped in. The pub was large and not too differently shaped than The Three Broomsticks. The major difference between the two was the cleanliness and decorations. This pub, for purebloods, was squeaky clean and the furniture was expensive. Fiona loved the fact that she was always in a place where the chairs cost more than her broomstick. She quickly walked to the back corner where it was rather dark and took a seat in the soft black chair. She picked up the bar menu that had appeared as she sat down. She looked over the drinks carefully before deciding. "Are you trying for the fire whiskey?" Fiona asked Evila as she put down her menu and looked the girl over.

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Evila followed Fiona down the street, nodding in approval of the appearance of the building. "Its quite nice." she smiled as she walked in. She was careful not to mar the floor, or soil any furniture, as she was recently in the presence of dirty muggles. Sitting down across the table from Fiona, she picked up her own menu. Glancing over it quickly, she nodded at Fiona's question. "If I can get it, yes." She had only a sip of firewhiskey once. It was at a party, and her father let her have some of his. It was very good, and Evila had always tried to get some more afterwards.

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Fiona was pleased with Evila, she obviously had good taste. Fiona laid aside the menu and decided upon her usual mixed drink. Evila seemed to be ready and so Fiona snapped her fingers. The next second a man Apparated next to the table. He was wearing black wizard's ropes and had his blond hair slicked back. "What can I get you?" he asked with a bow. "Dante, I'll have the usual and my companion here will have whatever she wants, my treat," Fiona said as she folded her hands in front of her waiting for Evila to order. "My pleasure, Miss O'Reilly," the man said as he Disapparated. The menu's disappeared and were replaced with their orders.

"The service is a little slower than normal," Fiona said as she picked up her red tinted drink and took a sip. The concoction tasted sweet with it's usual kick of spice. Fiona looked at Evila for her reaction to such service. "It's a nice place isn't it. Only available to the purebloods. Not those half-breeds and mudbloods. My family heirloom ring guaranteed me great service the minute they saw it. What can I say, it's in my blood," Fiona said as she smiled. She had been treated like a queen in this place and she rightly deserved it, especially after her parent's death. They seemed to have even picked up the service when the Daily Prophet printed the article on her parents death. Fiona didn't care anymore. She missed her parents, but life was becoming interesting now that she was pretty much on her own. She watched Evila with intrigue as she waited for her reply.

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Evila smiled. "It is quite nice. Very regal." She sipped her firewhiskey daintily. "I think my mum and dad might have gone here for their reception, but they like to brag to their friends about going to Tibet. Though I can't see why there is much to brag about, unless you're a big fan of Yeti." Taking another sip, she toyed around with the little red umbrella in her glass. "The Montelle's are a long line of Spanish/French wizards. Mainly Spanish. My mother's side, the LaMal, another pureblood line. We don't usually go to London though. They like to vacation in France."

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Fiona listened to Evila as she sipped her drink. The girl was obviously of old pureblood. Fiona smiled, she certainly picked her company well. "Spanish/French, interesting blood line. My family as you can tell by my flaming red hair and green eyes is of Irish decent. Traced back hundreds of years to the very same castle that now belongs to me," Fiona smiled as she thought about her home. It would be at least another two and a half years before it officially became hers. Fiona downed the last of her drink and as she sat the glass down it immediately refilled itself. She smiled at the magic. They were treating her well today.

Fiona looked up at Evila as she began to speak. "This place has become like a home to me. Been coming here almost everyday since I moved in with my uncle. His manor is nice, but he wants to talk about my parents and I don't really need that. Do you live around here?" Fiona asked with interest as she looked at the young girl.

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Evila shook her head. "I live in Scotland. When we aren't on vacation in France. So I really live in France. But our mail is sent to the house in Scotland, so.." she shrugged. "I suppose you could say I don't really live anywhere." she took another sip of the firewhiskey. Glancing around her surroundings, she sat back in her chair. "You say you own a castle? Is it nice?" she asked. Her family didn't own a castle, ever since Great-Aunt Mirabelle burned hers down while trying to cook.

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Fiona smiled at the young girl. "Yeah, it's nice there. I won't have an opportunity to go back until next summer or if all else fails I won't be back until I can claim the castle. I inherited it, but I can't actually get it until I turn 17. It's right on the cliff side. My window is in the tallest tower and if I look out it all I see is the sea. Down below I can see the water crashing up against the rocks. It's a wonderful sight. I just miss it a wee bit," Fiona sighed as she took a drink of her fresh glass. The contents immediately warmed her and she could feel her tension release. She ran her hand down her arm as she thought about her castle.

"The part I loved the most was our family tapestry. It hung on the wall across from the stairs. I used to trace each name with my finger, when I was little. I'm the last. My father's brother was killed years ago by Aurors. I am the last of the O'Reillys'. The last of the pureblood line. I need to preserve our name, our pureblood," Fiona said more to herself than to Evila, but it was said out loud anyways. Fiona had drifted off on a cloud at this point. Her thoughts had turned to her family and the sacrifices she needed to make to preserve her family name. She still had the note her father and mother had written before their deaths. The note that explained everything about their family and their traditions. Fiona thought it was ironic that they had written it only two days before they died. It seemed that someone had been looking out for them.

Fiona shook her head of the thoughts. She didn't want to think about them anymore. She needed to move on with her life. To be strong in the face of danger. She didn't want or need to live in the past. Her eyes fell on Evila. The girl seemed to be enjoying her fire whiskey. "Seems you'll be needing a refill soon," Fiona smirked. The girl did seem to be one of the more honorable purebloods.

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Evila nodded. "Yes, probably." She thought about having a castle on the sea. "My cousin lives in a manor by the sea, in more of a swim-able area, though. Her mother's my aunt, and they're pureblood, but Muggle-Lovers." she finished in disgust, hating that she oculd be related to such a family. Shaking her head, as if it would rid her of that problem, she continued, "I met some nice folk on the train, but I didn't ask whether they were or not. It getting harder to find a good pureblood boy nowadays." she said gloomily. "Very hard." she added. "At Hogwarts at least. Either they belong to some girl or they're Muggle-Lovers."

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

"I stopped asking people if they were purebloods. Most of them probably aren't, but I don't feel a sense of revulsion if I don't know what they are. It's that old phrase that I tend to think about when I'm talking with people, 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' I tend to make sure that my enemies are closer than my friends. Some day, I'll be able to give them what they deserve. As for the whole finding a guy part. I figure that if one is worthy enough to find me, than I'll give him my time of day. If he's not worthy enough, then he might as well hang himself, because I won't give him a second glance," Fiona said with an evil smile spreading across her face. She knew that she hadn't found a guy worthy enough to even date her, let alone consider himself her boyfriend. She didn't know if any guy could handle her standards, but she didn't really care at this moment, she was just waiting. Waiting was better than looking anyways. She was patient enough to wait.

"Have you received your letter from Hogwarts yet? I got mine a few days back. I'm probably going to be going into Diagon Alley soon to buy some of my supplies. Are you going to be doing the same?" Fiona asked. She wasn't sure if the girl bought her own things or made some butler or maid do it. Fiona personally found it rather distasteful to make her butler do it. After all, she would much prefer to be out of the house anyway, even if that meant being with mudbloods and half-breeds. She took a drink as she waited for Evila's response.

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Evila shook her head. "I haven't been at home lately. I'll have to check. I usually go by myself, nowadays. Unless my mum wants to shop too. Do you go to Diagon Alley often?" she asked. Evila liked to watch people. Like others girls liked to shop, Evila liked to watch people. It was interesting oberserving their lives, and it was a pretty interesting thought, that they don't even know you're watching them. Sometimes. She raised her glass to drink, but noticed there was nothing in it. She glanced around, as if that would refill it for her. When she looked down again, her glass was full. Shrugging, she took a sip. "What did you say this place is called?" she asked. Wondering if anyone she knew would be here, she stole a peek again.

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Fiona smiled at Evila, they had more in common than she thought. "I've been kind of hanging out in Diagon Alley this summer. I've kind of been stuck here, so I figured I hang out with wizards and witches. I don't like shopping, but I don't mind just watching people. There's just something interesting about people who like to shop. They are like addicted to it. Every place they go they have to buy something. I find it quite ridiculous myself, but I guess it's not my problem," Fiona shrugged. She didn't really care about shopping. She would prefer to have others do it for her, but there was just something about going out to a place when you had a list of things you needed to get. If Fiona was going to go shopping it would have to be a book store. It was hard to pry her away from a book and that was something that she didn't mind. If someone thought you were absorbed in a book you weren't likely to be interrupted, that and eaves dropping became easy.

"This place is called Dragon's Blood. A creative name that my father helped create. Oh, I did forget to mention that. My father gave them their start up money for the place. We receive some of the income the place gets. This little concoction I actually thought up is what makes the place famous. Due to it's red colour it has now been labeled Dragon's Blood. Kind of the drink of the pub. It contains fire whiskey, a pinch of Butterbeer, and a few other beverages that I am not allowed to mention. You know, the secret ingredients," Fiona smiled as she took another sip of the drink. She had thought it up only a year or two ago. The club was so eager to use it that they practically begged her for the ingredients she had used. She was a good sport about it, after all, they did give them money every month.

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Evila raised her eyebrow with a sly smile. "Secret ingredients, eh?" she laughed. "Don't worry. I'm not out to steal them from you. Very interesting name, Dragon's Blood. Its fitting." She took another sip of her firewhiskey. It was very good. Not too sweet, with a very nice kick. I suppose thats why they call it firewhiskey she joked in her head.

It was pleasant being in the company of an induvivual like herself. I wonder why I haven't seen her around the Common Room or Student Lounge? she wondered. Shrugging, she sipped once more. "I feel a bit peckish. Do they sell any appetizers here? Don't worry, I can pay for myself." she motioned to her pocketbook at her side.