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The brunette struggled in the grip of the death eaters that dragged her into the Malfoy’s dining room where they commonly held Death Eater meetings. Voldemort stood where the head of the table would have typically been as Isabelle was thrown to the floor. She heard the clatter of her wand thrown down beside her and then someone else was thrown down in front of her. 

Isabelle looked up to find her mirror image with blonde hair in front of her. Her blood went cold and her heart started pounding in her chest. Hermione. “How many times are you gonna get captured?” She breathed. 

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To one who had lived centuries, a few months did not seem much, but he guessed it was different for mortals.Vlad sighed. “ Yes it’s been a while since I was in London.. I had not meant to be away so long, but there were some.. difficulties.. in Romania that I had to attend to. Family estates are something of a burden sometimes. How have things fared for you here Hermione?”She looked different, more self assured perhaps, but she had missed him.. had she needed him ?

London. A city that was on the traveling bucket list of a certain blue haired teen called Chloe Price. She had always wanted to travel to different places around the world ever since she and her best friend Max Caulfield spoke about traveling together when they were kids.

The time for Chloe to finally explore one of her desired traveling destination had come and she couldn’t have been any more excited. She had come to London with her mother and step-dad but she had decided that on their first day there that she was going exploring on her own.

She felt the train she was currently on coming to a halt in one of London’s main train stations “King’s Cross”. She stood from her seat and made her way to the door of the train, waiting for the sliding doors to open. Once they did, the punk bounded off of the train and down onto the platform. Her train had come to a stop on platform 9.

She made her way towards the middle of the platform, which was shared with platform 10 as well and stood herself against one of the brick pillars before taking her cell phone out of her pocket. She was using the map application so guide herself around the central parts of the large city, just wanting to see what was around for her to explore, but little did she know her life was about to get crazier than her best friend being able to rewind time.

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Oh man I hate that!

This is why our bridges need more of a shoulder. The fire engine couldn’t get past traffic that was five cars ahead of me even with people pulled over as far as they could without touching cars in the other lane.

London.

Chloe Elizabeth Price; 24 year old tattoo artist and all-round ruffian was in friggin’ London, England to advertise her artwork at the city’s most popular body-Mod convention.

Being an apprentice had been hard work: Long days, late nights, and early starts. But since being promoted, things had been on the up for the girl.

She was on her way out of the day’s convention when her phone had chimed, announcing an incoming text from her boss, telling her that she’d done good that day, and that they’d been friggin’ overloaded with enquiries and bookings, which all mentioned the ‘blue haired kid’.

Promising to finish up some concepts for the studio and send them across within the duration of the trip, the phonecall ended, and she attempted to slip her phone back into her pocket.

When suddenly, a brown blur smacked directly into her, sending the two of them flying and had Chloe landing directly on her ass, dazed.