i can't take direction. [malfoy]

[Cloey Ritters]

Ahhh, summer shopping. Something everyone loved. That's why Cloey was headed to Diagon Alley: to shop for some new dress robes for an upcoming party of her father's success. A bag of money in her pocket, Cloey apparated into Diagon Alley, in the middle of a huge wave of people. She looked around. Huge sales. Everywhere. Wait...what was that? Fifty percent off the new brand new broomsticks? Her mouth gaped open and Cloey caught herself staring at the shop window of Quality Quidditch Supplies(among several other individuals as well). It seemed to be calling her name: Cloey...Cloey...buy me! Buy me! She tilted her head to the side, drool nearly forming in her mouth. She imagined herself in a Quidditch match, on top of the broomstick and the fastest one there, whacking bludgers out of the way before anyone was hit. She imagined catching the golden Snitch...wait a second, she wasn't the seeker!

Clo quickly pulled herself back to reality, shaking her head in disbelief of herself and turning her back to the shop. She couldn't let that broomstick get in her way. Okay, Malkin's...Malkin's. Ahh, man, that was like one hundred feet away! She frowned, biting her lip in thought. Well, a bit of apparation never hurt anyone, right? With a distinctive POP!, Cloey apparated. Woahhh, wait a second, this wasn't Malkin's. Instead, she found herself in a dark alley, many wizards and witches passing her in dark robes. Oh, crap. This wasn't good. Knockturn Alley. She'd never been here before, but she had heard about it. Crap, how was she going to get out of here? "No worries, Cloey. You'll get yourself out." She mumbled to herself, walking at a quick pace, not looking at any stranger for too long. She wasn't scared, Heavens no. Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. Cloey was brave(or so she told herself). She was just confused.

She quickly turned a corner. Then another. Then another. And finally, one more corner until she felt herself bump into someone. Flustered, she regained her stability and looked up to the person she bumped into. "Sorry, sorry...complete accident. Sorry." She muttered, turning fifty shades of red.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was standing, cloaked in black with his father whom had to run a few errands. These trips were so frequent anymore he suspected something was going on. He was no longer a ignorant young boy who only followed his father because his he thought it cool to hang with his father. He grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently as his father continued to angry whisper to the clerk. Instead of aggravating him further he stalked away into a row of peculiar things. He had once wanted to buy a few items from here but nothing really held his particular interest. He had seen many dark things and these didn't compare to the journeys he had fought against Harry Potter and his fifthly friends. The weaslys, dirt poor and the stupid muggle born Hermonie. Sure she was smart but that didn't mean she had the looks down. Not at all. Though he supposed she did mature a bit. Just a bit.

And why at this very moment was he thinking of them? It'd be awful when they all graduated and left on their own terms. Perhaps he'd battle them someday or Harry would finally be finished off. He never really knew what caused this deep hatred it was just there. Maybe it was the way Potter just strutted into the spotlight. Stole it from right under his nose. Wasn't it Draco who was the high, powerful one? With the Death Eater father and the pure blood line. But no, Potter does one little thing and he's suddenly completely favored. Oh, he envied him. He sighed deeply his finger tips brushing over a dusty jar. Draco turned a corner and headed back up to the counter. His father was no where to be seen. The shop appeared empty except for the ancient things. Rolling his eyes he pushed out into the street away from the dreaded shop.

He kept with the flow of the current people whom swiftly moved from store to store. The alley had once scared him as a young boy but he got used to the sneering wizards and creepy witches who crowded around a vulnerable newbie. He fit right into the crowd though, wearing a deep black cloak and hood that covered his blond hair. Steely blue eyes searched through the people and pushed past some turning yet another corner. A sharp bump was sent into his shoulder and a growl escaped Draco's pale lips. It stopped immediately as soon as he recognized the deeply blushing beauty whom had. He squinted at her before going after her and tugging lightly on her robe. "hey" he called trying to get her attention. He was shocked to see her here. He never figured.

[Cloey Ritters]

Knockturn Alley. Not a place for someone like Cloey Ritters. Definitely not a place for someone like Cloey. Someone who wasn't fascinated with Dark Arts nor practiced in them. Someone who was a true Order member at heart. Cloey had heard of this place before - her friends and siblings often spoke of it. A dark magic place, they called it. Well, that was true, she had always known that. They said it was also dangerous. Well, obviously. Cloey had known that since she was seven, when she had once gotten lost here when her aunt was running an errand. She remembered she had been walking down the alley, chin up, ignoring anyone who had tried to touch or speak to her. When looking at all those people, that was when Clo realized this was not a place meant for her kind of people.

She was confused, really. How the hell could she have gotten there? Cloey never failed at apparating. Well, at least she didn't leave a body part behind. That would suck. Cloey knew she would find her way out of this place, she wasn't too worried or frightened. The Ritters weren't easily scared(and that's the way Cloey planned to keep it). Cloey the Courageous. Not Cloey the Coward. To her, attention didn't matter much. Yeah, it was nice to have it, but itwasn't something she craved or would go to certain limits to get. Neither was power, unless you counted wanting to be the leader of all groups and wanting to be in charge. That was the kind of power Cloey liked; the responsible power. She knew everyone cared about Harry - heck, she did too, seeing as he was a friend and her Quidditch captain. But she didn't make a big deal out of his title or anything; 'Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived'. No biggy.

Sneering wizard and witches didn't phase Cloey much. She could really care less about how somebody looked at her(unless, of course, they were dissapointed in her). She wasn't scared of anyone here or Knockturn Alley in general. Like I've said, Cloey the Courageous - not Cloey the Coward. She turned from the stranger before she could even get a good look at him, starting to walk away before she heard him calling and tugging on her robes. She gripped her wand in her front pocket, turning on one foot sharply to come face to face with Draco Malfoy(a face she enjoyed looking at, I must say). "Hey Draco." She said, letting loose of the wand and bringing her hands into her back pocket. "Sorry...I was walking and I wasn't-" She stopped dead in her sentence. Like Draco really cared. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Was she really in the position to be asking that, though? Honestly.