The Little Witch On The French Quarter Block

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TW: Mentions scaring which was resultet from torture.

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Hermione had just laid out the finishing touches of her outfit on her bed, there was a few hours until she needed to attend the party. If Ginny was here  she would be fussing and running around the room in order to find the perfect thing for Hermione to wear, then the makeup and hair would come next and that would make her head spin out of orbit. A smile surfaced on her lips at the thought of her old friend, but it quickly disappeared as she shook the thoughts out of her mind and then she went into the bathroom to get ready.

A shower and make up look later and it was almost time for Hermione to get dressed, she walked out of the bathroom while touching her hair to see if the hot curls still was in place. Putting on her red dangling crystal earrings she straightend her back and looked in the mirror. There she saw scars on her body from the latter year, the words "MUDBLOOD"  that was brutally carved into her arm by Bellatrix during her among others of her friends captivity in the Malfoy mannor, she slightly graze the scaring and feels the indentation from the knife. She looks for only a moment more before she removes her eyes from the reflection of the scar and turns around to get dressed.   

After she got dressed and casted the scar with a spell so it wouldn't be visable to people she once more looked in the mirror, she was wearing a black laced dress with a double slit that ends at her thighs, her top was corsetted and also laced with see through except for the parts over her breasts which are elegantly covered by black fabric. Her necklace was silver with lions on either side of a circler red pendent in the middle. Hermione brushed her soft curls out of her face and saw the simple make up she had applied, besides the bold red lip she had on. She had truly brought out her Gryffindor side for this party. Satisfied with herself she walked to the entrance and put on a pair of black stilettos that she put on and then she was out of the door.

Since arriving to the party Hermione was searching high and low for Marcel. "This party is ridiculously massive" Hermione muttered as she right then and there bumped right into someone. "Oh I am so sorry" Hermione exclaimed as she looked at the person she bumped into, a blonde woman that couldn't be more than 20. "No worries darling" the woman said as she took a quite visible up and down glance over Hermione and before Hermione could start any sort of conversation the woman had vanished. A sigh left Hermione's lips as she once again was all alone. Half an hour had gone by and Hermione still hadn't even sighted Marcel, of course he was probably busy hosting. Hermione had also seen Marcels new flame around here which means he was probably spending the little time he could spare with her. 

Another sip of her drink and the boredom had officially settled in, Hermione started to look around more. Not that she was trying to snoop but she had only been to the abattoir once before and then she had just seen the dining area and where she was standing right now in the middle of the dancefloor. Walking around in the house felt like a maze so much that she almost forgot where she was and why, as she made her way to the second floor she overheard arguing and it sounded like Marcel, she had never really been the one to eavesdrop on her friends but time had clearly changed her. She proceeded to creep closer in order to hear what was being said. 

"This guy, some nightwalker he attacked Katie for no reason" she heard a guy choke out.

"His name was Max I turned him as far as reasons go he dosen't need one, she was a witch he was a vampire now he is dead." as soon as Hermione heard those words she spun around and started walking. She was shocked by what she just heard. Marcel had turned someone into a vampire? How is that even possible? She was now trying to get out as fast as possible. Her head was spinning, she had read about vampires from various books but it was nothing as described, could Marcel be a vampire or is he som other sort of magical creature. She was doubtful that he could be a wizard, not with all the time they spent togheter. She would've known.  

To deep in thought she managed to walk right into something solid and was on her way to trip when a hand grabbed onto her forearm stopping her from colliding with the floor. She was pulled up and closer to the owner of the hand so she would be standing properly up. Hermione looked at the unknown figure only to see that it was the man she and Marcel had met before by the Café. 

"Well well isn't this something" the man said "Bumping into Marcels little friend" 

Hermione took a step back, uncomfortable how close they are to eachother. "So what about it then?" Hermione spat out, "at least he has friends, from what I have gather. You are quite the lone wolf". A laugh escaped the man, when he had collected himself he answerd the snearing comment. "Oh darling, if you only knew how right you are, but you should know that sometimes even the lone wolf has a pack. So choose your alliens wisely."

Hermione's mouth fell agape completly losing face and just felt shocked by the fact of how casually he just threatened her, well two can play that game she thought as a smile painted her face. "Klaus, I think it's you who should choose your alliens wisely, you should know that every adversary I've fought has eventually lost against me". After being forced to face hundreds of Death Eaters there was little Hermione feared, the smile on her face grew bigger as his shrank. Satisfied with the point she got across she walked past him and left the  abattoir.

"My my" a feminine voice rang out along with the music that was playing. "She sure got you spooked". The woman that Hermione bumped into earlier walked up to Klaus so she stod beside him, she slung her arm over his shoulder. "Hardly, you should know by now Sigrid nothing can frightens me" Klaus rebutted.  Sigrid let out a smal laugh "Whatever you say Klaus" she let go of the hybrid and started to walk away, "I think that girl is more troubel than you realize".  Her words was almost lost among the booming music but she knew he heard it anyway.

For what Hermione didn't realize was that one doesn't threatend a Mikaelson and then just walks away, especially not Klaus and infront of his somewhat protecting big sister.