drink for the soul``OPEN

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Reilly couldn't wait for this week to be over. She was so glad it was Saturday, the joy couldn't even be expressed. Seeing as she wasn't needed at the school for anything, Rye chose to go out for a drink, alone. She always was the girl, alone at the bar, or table. Many would approach her but, they never stayed longer that few moments. She never let anyone stay - usually she turned them away.

Reilly walked into the Three Broomsticks wearing just a simple outfit of a off-white coloured blouse, jeans, and some comfortable - but, fashionable, black heels. When it came to fashion outside of Hogwarts, Reilly liked to dress as conservative as she could, however, her cousins never allowed it. Their theory was if you've got it, flaunt it. Reilly didn't want to be a silly girl who flaunted herself around. She'd rather not draw more attention to herself than she already did.

Rye took her usually table, in the back corner of the pub, farthest from the door. She was glad is wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to order her red rum. Reilly was used to drinking a gla*s of red wine with dinner, as it was accustomed in her family, once you were sixteen you could drink at the dinner table. Rum was different than wine but, Reilly had a pretty high tolerance to alcohol. She never drank much anyway - socially, or alone.

She removed her traveling cloak, letting it slide down her shoulders and back. It scrunched up behind her but, she didn't care. A barmaid came by her, with her usual drink - they all knew it by heart. She chatted with her a moment, while pouring some of the red coloured rum in a short gla*s for her. Reilly simply smiled, and answered the barmaid. She may not talk to anyone but, Reilly knew manners. She thanked the barmaid but, requested that the bottle be left. The barmaid gave Reilly a sympathetic look before leaving to attend to other customers.

Reilly stared down at the gla*s for a few seconds. She slowly brought it up to her soft, red coloured lips and rather quickly tilted it's contents into her mouth, and swallowed. Rye grimaced for a brief second, and then set the gla*s down, automatically refilling it. Her thoughts, began to drift back in time. Her past haunted her like a poltergeist. It never left her memories, she constantly dreamed about it. Drinking usually enhanced those memories - the heat of the orange flames, her brothers holding her tightly, the flashing lights of the fire trucks, a laugh, a scream.... - it all repeated itself. It was all because of some stupid muggle who thought they worshiped Satan or something. Stupid muggle.

Rye had thoughts of revenge, but had yet to act on them. She wasn't sure if the crazed muggle escaped or not. All she could remember was her mother waking her up, her oldest brother carrying her out of the house, and her mother's screams - which ended up being her own. This "accident" was the sole reason why Reilly disliked muggles. They didn't understand, or believe that there were things like magic around them. They were ignorant, and prejudice against anyone who outwardly practiced it. Reilly thought wizards shouldn't have to try to blend in with the muggles, the muggles should be the ones trying to blend in.

She sighed again, taking another drink from her gla*s - trying to get rid of the thoughts. Drinking seemed to be the only thing next to teaching that numbed her pain and took those horrible thoughts away. Sometimes, drinking made them worse. It helped to have a companion but, Reilly wasn't much for company. Her brothers hadn't visited in awhile, and outside of them, Rye didn't' spend time with anyone else.

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Draco walked down from his room and saw a girl alone, he smiled and pulled up his hood so that his blonde hair slicked back and hidden under it. He did not want anyone to know that he was actually Draco Malfoy not the name he went my for now, Daniel Morris it was still his initials so signing papers were doing well enough. He even had practiced signing the full name of his pseudonym, he was fine with it so he walked carefully and went towards her.

Draco smiled a bit but stayed hidden under his cloak and hood he was dressed much as he once had been in school a simple black robe non descript cause he didn't want to say anything really but he decided to talk to her anyway but he was pleased enough with his disguise. He even had practiced his voice so he didn't sound like himself much anymore, he let it go and simply tried to practice as much as he could this will be a practice with another person that he didn't know.

Draco was sure that he would be able to do things that would change, he had killed people so for now he simply let it go and sat down and drank a bit as he ordered a firewhiskey. He drank slowly as he was there for a while before he deicded to talk to this person, he thought over his words. "Greetings, I'm Daniel. What's a pretty young woman like yourself doing alone?" He asked in his new sweet tone. How he hated to use that tone but it kept him safe and hidden. He was trying to avoid talking about children, it hurt the one time that Hannah Longbottom had brought up children he lied that he was single and never had any children so now he simply let it go as she was talking about her husband and children.

He smirked under his cloak, he was not sure what to do he thought that Astoria was still alive and he was going to do something soon but he let go and simply tried to flirt with the woman. He knew that he needed to keep up his act of being this Daniel Morris, a Half Blood Wizard. He hated acting but he did his best to maintain the act, so he would flirt and be a typical men so he simply tried to socialize with other people of late.

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Reilly knew it was only a matter of time before some drunk idiot tried to flirt with her. A group of young looking wizards her age, fit the bill. They were laughing together and, one of them pushed one in her direction. Rye smirked to herself. Such idiots they were. She made it quite clear she wanted to drink alone. She paid no attention to the boy who was approaching her, and once he asked her if she'd let him buy her a drink, Reilly simply picked up the bottle, and wished it's contents around. The kid took the hint, frowned, and walked away.

Once again, Rye was alone, which was what she wanted. She didn't come here to socialize - just do the thing she couldn't do in Hogwarts, drink. Reilly would never do such a thing there, it would set a bad example as students. She wasn't here as a Professor, she was here as a lonely girl, missing her home, her family, her mother, and most importantly, wishing she could seek revenge.

Again, it wasn't too much longer until another wizard spoke to her. Reilly gave this one the time of day, he seemed to not be drunk - for now. She let her dark eyes look over his face. It was hard to see in the shadow of his cloak. She rolled her eyes at the 'pretty girl' line. She'd heard that one before. "Drinking," she said simply, refilling her cup. She had lost count as to how many this was. It didn't really phase her. She was sure if she stood up, she'd be able to walk like she was completely sober.

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Draco looked around and saw the younger wizards fools you don't just walk up and try to flirt and when she ignores you. Walk away, he smirked under his cloak if he could get away with murder he would kill the kid. He was alone he was Daniel and he no longer needed to ensure his secret was kept. He simply decided to talk about this recent change in the world, he wondered what her opinion is about The Dark Lord.

Draco smiled he could tell the look of seeking revenge, he wondered what he would do next this would be interesting what has caused that look. Surely not him, he knew better than that but he simply let it go and decided to talk it would be interesting. Since he was here may as well be a man and flirt and maybe enjoy some time here, he was no longer married. At least in his heart he was but Daniel wasn't, so he had to be careful about what he said.

"Well thats obvious, I mean why come here when there are other places less socially inclined. But since you are here it seems that something is on your mind, what is your opinion of the fact that the new Dark Lord has not eliminated Muggle Borns yet?" Draco asked in that new voice he had taken to using, he needed to know what he was going to do next. This would be fun and be more than anything a good thing someone to talk to other than owls.

"Just so you know I think they should have all been killed, but then again who Am I to talk about that. I hope that he changes his opinion of the muggles and their ilk. I wish to kill them but that is my choice it seems." He hated this tone he used but that was all right. He needed to stay here and keep that voice so he is never found by his enemies.

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Reilly tilted her head slightly at his question. She stared at her gla*s for a few seconds, wondering how to answer. She wasn't one for violence really, which was why she was growing insecure about her own vengeful thoughts. Rye didn't want to answer him, just ignore him like everyone else. A voice in the back of her head said she shouldn't. She needed to have some sort of social contact other than students.

Reilly flicked her dark eyes back up at the man before her. "My, you don't waste time getting to you point, do you?" she said, letting her Italian accent ring out in her voice. "I am not sure," she answered a second later. It was the truth. Besides, Reilly had no idea who this guy was. She wasn't about to tell the whole truth and nothing but it. On this topic, however, she really wasn't sure what she thought of this new Dark Lord the world was talking about.

Reilly took another, smaller, drink out of her gla*s. "What if, he has a reason for keeping them alive?" she asked. Always so ready to kill them, she thought - briefly going back to the past in her mind. That makes us no better than them. "I mean, what if he plans to use them for something? Or, he's just laying low, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike." A small smirk spread upon Reilly's red lipstick stained lips - taking another drink, finishing off this gla*s. She refilled it to fill the time in for his response.

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