{red.wine.and.sunsets.}

[Mariella Woodstein]

The sunset was quite fascinating.

A crimson orb hung heavy in the orange sky, the weight of it's guilt pulling it down, deeper and deeper untill it feel into it's own grave. A rather morbid way to view such a scene, but that was how it appeared to Mariella's eyes. She was observing the sky from a table near the entrance of Knockturn Alley. It was one of her favourite places to sit and watch the world go by, which was what the female was doing now.

The blonde had ordered a bottle of the finest elf-made red wine, and intended to spend some time sipping the glorious drink before she returned home. Her slender figners were wrapped around a crstyal glass, brimming with the liquid that seemed to similar to blood. Prehpas that was part of it's allure, Mariella would not drink white wine, only red. If a bottle of white wine was brought to her house, it would be exploded upon it's owner before they entered her house. The same went for Firewhiskey, and cheap drink. If it wasn't quality, it wasn't worth her time.

Rasing the glass to her lips, Mariella allowed some of the rich fruity liquid to slid down her throat, licking the last drops from her lips as she placed the glass back onto the table. She was alone currently, the tables nearby deserted. Mariella was quite content to be alone, however if tolerable or even decent company showed it's face, she would be more than happy to call for another glass. If not then she could simply ponder the world and watch that glorious sunset.

[Lotte]

A long days toil finally coming to a close, the petite frame of a seventeen year old girl made her way back down the cobbled street of Diagon Alley towards her final destination for the evening. At last reaching the dark corridor like passageway, which was that of Knockturn Alley, she paused to adjust her shoe.

Straightening up, the aristocratic face of Scarlett Fantasia Lestrange scanned her surroundings quickly, a skill which she had truly sharpened over time. Noticing a woman sat at a nearby table she continued on in that direction, ready to take a closer look if need be.

A few steps forward and there was no need to look again, it was clear whom was sat alone just a few yards away. Scarlett, a sleek and decisive young woman was for once struggling within herself as to whether she might approach Mariella who looked so peaceful and within herself.

Going with her better judgement she made her way carefully towards the woman. After all, she didn't want to startle her and have a hex hit her right in the chest now did she?

"Good evening," She said in a soft, pleasant tone, very dissimilar to the cold one she took with the majority of people. For you see it is more often than not Scarlett’s voice, more than anything, that changes with her mood. "Mind if I join you?"

[Mariella Woodstein]

Mariella didn't really watch people. People were boring and stupid on the most part, their daily rituals and actions mundane and unworth of her attention. She did not know why certain individuals found no greater pleasure than watching the crowds, it was a ridiculous way to waste your life. Of course, sometimes people could be interesting, in certain situations, and then they were interesting. However, traveling up an alley did not count as an interesting situation.

So Mariella hadn't really noticed the dark haired female who'd paused to adjust her shoe. She'd seen her stoop to fix her shoe, but had spared a second glance to see the girls face and the identity that would betray. Instead, the blonde simply took anohter sip of her wine and watched the sun's progression for a few heartbeats, untill out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl make her way over.

Interesting.

What young girl apporached random strangers in a place such as this? Prehaos she was lost, well she'd be wasting her time asking Mariella for help wouldn't she? Within a matter of seconds however, Mariella had noted exactly who the dark haired girl was. Scarlett Fantasia Lestrange. Daughter of the great (if not mildly insane) Bellatrix and an aspiring Death Eater in her own right. A lovely girl, lots of potential.

"Of course not Scarlett. Can I get you a glass or something to drink?"

As she spoke, Mariella raised a hand and guestured for the waitor to come over, which he did quickly.

[Lotte]

Taking the invitation kindly, Scarlett nodded her head slightly to acknowledge this. For Scarlett, emotion was not something she would show in her face like most people. Taking a seat opposite Mariella she placed her three shopping bags at her feet, thinking that she should have brought one of her mothers house elves along to carry them for her.

"Why thank you," She began, a very slight curve in her lips. "Just water though," she addressed the waiter without looking at him, he wasn't worth her gaze. Water was the only thing she'd drink these days, she certainly wasn't a 'drinker' and alcohol, however high profile it may be, had never appealed to her taste.

"Still," She continued, "In the bottle." And she was finished, after all she couldn't take any chances. Looking up at the magnificent sunset she couldn't help but see those memories that she held, they always came out at times like these. That was why she liked to stay busy and this sitting still was certainly not good for her.

"How is life treating you these days?" She asked Mariella near absentmindedly, quite happy to busy herself in conversation.

[Mariella Woodstein]

"Now."

Mariella cast a look at the man dithering beside the table and sent him scurrying back inside to fetch the drink. Mariella sighed softly and shook her head lightly, cuasing her blonde curls to shift.

"Service these days."

The woman remakred idly, following her company's gaze upwards at the burning ball setting the sky alight. However her gaze was drawn back to Scarlett as the younger girl began to speak.

"Life's being going well for me. We have a few new Death Eaters, who are rather tedious, loud, incompetent and rather full of themselves. Dreadful. I doubt they'll last long, I'd be quite happy to dispose of the pests."

There was the sofest flicker of disgust mingled with amusment in Mariella's words, hardly noticeable. Mariella's was known for her general dislike to all thigns loud and obnoxious, and msot of the Death Eaters had learnt this fact and were careful not to irritate the blonde female. However the newbies weren't aware of this rule, and therefore ended up annoying Mariella.

"And yourself?"

At this point, the waitor returned and a bottle of still water was placed on the table before Scarlett. Mariella flciked her long figners at the man, and he nodded meekly before scuttlign back inside to add the bottle on to the blonde Death Eater's tab.