` SHOW THEM THE ROPES ! (Samira)

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN AND I'M A LIAR
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It was very rare for such a girl as Meissa Riddle to be visiting such a little hole of a village in the beautiful month of september. As her heels clicked loudly on the exposed cobblestones of the street, her body was held as straight as any royal and her eyes were fixed directly ahead of her, their startling emerald green shining clearly in the perfect oval that was her face. Where as others around her shivered slightly in the morning mist, their clothes not suitable for such an unnatural chill, there was no sign in the brunnette that she felt or noticed such an unusual turn. What she did notice however, was the way eyes turned towards her, settling on her for a moment before flickering nervously away to start up a whispered conversation with anyone around them. The prospect of a cold mist and the presence of the daughter of the Dark Lord, irrationally pointed directly, in their ridiculous minds, to the idea that she must be accompanied by an army of Dementors. What a stupid thought.

Ignoring the masses of people that dodged out of the way of the brunette, allowing them to both admire her and fear her in equal measures, she directed her sleek form towards the door of the only pub in the village that she allowed herself to step foot inside. The three broomsticks was full of kids, gryffindors, ravenclaws and hufflepuffs mainly, the scum of the earth that she lived upon, of course that was a good day, on one such as this it would be full of travellers and merry village folk who wanted nothing more than a friendly chat, something that Meissa did not do very well at all.

Therefore, her destination was the Hogs Head. A dusty and almos dilapidated little hovel thats insides seemed to be the who's who of the undesirables in the world. The hags and wizards that sat in the shady corners were those that wished not to be seen, and would go any lengths not to be. It was why such a place was perfect for her. With an hour until she had to meet with her client, the Hogs Head was the perfect place to sit, look over her notes and sink into the gloom that covered half of the little establishment. Nothing sounded more delightful right now, as she pushed open the grimey excuse for a door that was before her. Inside the little light that had been allowed to enter, seemed to be sucked up by the encroaching darkness that surrounding it, leaving little more than enough for her to navigate to the bar and order her drink.

With service quick to her, within moments she was seated in her own booth, legs crossed with a black, unnamed folder placed before her on the sticky surface of the table.

[SAMIRA ANABELL GOYLE]

Samira walked into Hogsmead her feet hitting the cobblestone with each passing step. The morning mist cling to her face like a mask, making her makeup cake to her face. Her beautiful face. Her blonde longs were curled and hung around her face. Her heart shape face. Her blue eyes were sparkling today. She was happy/ indifferent. She wasn't sure how she felt today. She wasn't sure at all. She had her dark eyes makeup on with natural lips. She was looking pretty good today. She was wearing a t-shirt and some dark wash jeans. The shirt was a green t-shirt.

She looked around Hogsmead. Everything was busy this morning. She spotted the Hogshead. She smiled and walked in. She looked around. She spotted a girl that looked really fimlar. She squished her eyes and tried to figure out who it was. Then she figured it out. It was Mellisa Riddle. She smiled and walked over to her.

" Hello Mellisa." She said gently, taking a stool beside her, then turned to face her. She smiled and waited for her to answer her.

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN AND I'M A LIAR
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The file that lay on the wooden surface before her held nothing of real interest, a few notes on a recent problem the Ministry were having somewhere in the South with a wayward dragon that apparently didn't care that they were a regulated and restrained animal. It was Meissa's job to sort out who was to deal with the entire situation and deligate jobs for the people in the appropriate departments. It was probably an urgent matter that needed her immediate attention, but the feeling of leaving it to such a late hour gave her a small sense of twisted power that she couldn't help but enjoy.

Breaking her eye contact with the folder she turned green eyes on the tumbler that was set before her, filled with a honey coloured drink that she couldn't recall the name of, merely the percentage. Raising it to her lips she enjoyed the pleasing sensation as it slid down the back of her sensitive throat to rest in her stomach, sending a warmth through out her body.

The sound of the door opening and announcing another customer held little interest for her, and she finally flipped open the black leather front page of the binder, scanning the first few lines quickly with a practised ease she had learnt years ago. What did arouse her interest, however was the sound of a voice beside her. Raising her vision, trained eyes collided with those of Samira Goyle, a young girl she had committed to memory many times due to her promising behavior. Moving past the mispronunciation of her name, in a way that showed she was used to being called Melissa and not Meissa, she gave the younger girl a nod, before waving unnecessarily to the stool at her side as the blonde Slytherin took it. "Good afternoon Samira, what brings you into such an undesirable place such as this when you should surely be in lesson?"

[SAMIRA ANABELL GOYLE]

Samira laughed at the question. " Well Meissa. I don't have a lesson this hour." she said smiling. She looked around. The walls were dirty and wooden and really old looking like they had always been. The door old and broken down. She sighed and saw folder in Meissa hands. She smiled. She looked around. Wizards and witches and hags and people of all people were here. She smiled at Meissa. She had alot of things going through there mind. She was happy she guess. She forgot she didn't answer the other part of the question. " I am also here because i need a rink and its the afternoon. I don't have Afternoon classes. " She said softly.

She sighed and continued to think. She had alot of different things on her mind from boys to clothes to death eaters to makeup. She wondered if any of the guys like her here at Hogswarts. She hoped they did. She wasn't plain and ugly. She was beautiful and powerful. She also had her birthday coming up here on the twenty- second of this month. She hoped if anyone would remember.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN AND I'M A LIAR
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Still tingling from the touch of the warm drink, Meissa was in a surprisingly good mood and she met the eyes of the younger girl amiably, glad to have someone who's values reflected her own sitting across the table from her and not some annoyingly stuffy Ministry Worker that wanted her to do something ridiculous errand or dupe her into finishing their paperwork. Unfortunately, Meissa could never be duped.

Listening to the small laugh, she matched it with a polite curl of her lips, whether the girl was telling the truth or not, mattered little to her, she had hardly followed each rule when she had been a student at the prestigious establishment and she did not find it a surprise to learn many of her former house skipped lessons on a regular basis. If you had the brains and potential already, you didn't need to know how the giants lost a war to the wizards a hundred years ago, besides it was obvious, the wizards were simply superior to the dirty beasts.

Accepting the answer to her previous question, the brunette gave a small nod towards the blonde. It was a familiar answer to her ears and she understood the feeling the other girl no doubt had. "I suppose that is a good a reason as ever," as she spoke she caught the drawn out sigh that escaped from Samira's mouth. Cocking her head slightly to the side she regarded the girl with a mild interest, knowing what it was like to be a girl in such a position as the little Slytherin. "Something on your mind Samira?" she enquired.
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[SAMIRA ANABELL GOYLE]

Samira looked at Meissa and frowned a little bit. " I have a lot on my mind, Meissa." She said softly. She looked at Meissa more closely this time. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle and she had pretty hair, Samira thought to herself. She looked down at her own self. She was wearing jeans and t-shirt. She looked sort of plain next to her friend. She looked down at her self again but this time in disgust. She looked at Meissa again, trying to find out what was so freaking special about her.

Samira sighed and looked at the drink Meissa had in her hands. She smiled. She decided she was thirsty too. She ordered some hot tea, green, because it was one of her favorite drinks of all time. She smiled. She looked around the place again. She noticed there was another room. She looked at the door leading to the room. it was completely worn down and broken. Just like the rest of the place.

Just then her drink was delivered to her. She smiled and said thanks. She just starred at it. She continued to think about her family. Her love life, which right now wasn't. Her friends. Her classes. Her everything. She was going to get change her appreance to something different. She sighed and glanced over at Meissa.

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN AND I'M A LIAR
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If anyone in this world knew the pains and troubles of a girl such growing up to become what they both wanted and their parents wanted, it was Meissa. Whenever she looked at the small blonde Slytherin, she was reminded of her own transition into adulthood and into the world of the Death Eaters. Not only was it the decision that would shape the rest of your days and define who you would become in the years that stretched out before you. It cast you out of a world that will no longer become a place you can walk. There were few in the Wizarding world that trust a girl such as Meissa or believe in her shinier, holier than thou attitude that she was nothing but a pureblood Princess trying to prove to the population that she could be so much more than the black mark her parents had become. Of course they were correct not to believe any of the bullshit spiel that she let fourth from her mouth half of the time, and she enjoyed that no matter how she acted, people we afraid of her.

Catching the wondering eye of the younger girl as she meticulously examined the both of them, no doubt comparing the two idly, Meissa waited patiently. Though many would see her as the worst role model in the world, it was undeniable that she was one, to not only those that chose to follow in her footsteps, but also pureblood girls that wanted to create a career and life for themselves outside the suffocating gates of their family lives. Well you know I am here if you wish to speak, many did not get the chance to see such a generous offer slip from between her lips, but around those that she felt a certain kinship, Meissa could display emotions that could even be described as warmth. Raising her glass to her lips she watched the girl slip from the table and took the advantage to pack away her things that she had previously laid out upon the sticky surface, there would be no time for work at the moment, not whilst the conversation held up between the two. She would just wait until she had time later, to complete her work in the presence of another would just be rude, and there were only a small group of people she prided herself on being rude too and Samira did not belong to this group.

The girl was undoubtedly brooding when the drink was set before her, from the way her eyes stared blankly towards the swirling steam that rose up from her drink to the way her mouth softened into a slack line. How's things at school? Everyone being nice? there was a twinkle in her eye that hinted that Meissa doubted anyone would dare treat a girl such as Samira in a way that would be anything than respectful. Any boys caught your eyes? the innocent tone was reminiscent of an older sister trying to pry information from their sibling, the tone was easy for her to slip into, what with brothers and sisters all around her.