Ariella
After a quiet morning of sipping coffee and indulging on far too many gorgeous pastries with Harry the two were readying to leave. Ariella wore her hair down in soft waves, and a black fitted business dress with short sleeves. She paired the dress with a pair of black heels ran some gloss over her lips and went to find Harry.
Ariella picked up her phone off the vanity inside their large walk in closet. Three walls lined with floor to ceiling cabinetry with modern glass doors and black drawers. A black double sided counter sit in the middle of the room adding an element of counterspace to the room. A plush grey carpet covering the floorspace and adding warmth to the closet.
She checked her messages for any word from Draco, she hadn't heard from him once since she left him at the alter. He had become a ghost in the Wizarding World, he hadn't been photographed or heard from at all. She had checked in with everyone of her friends in his regard and they had all come up the same, nothing. Not even Pansy had heard from him. The only one she hadn't reached out to personally was Mattheo. Their friendship had died the moment he told her father about their previous relationship.
She walked through their bedroom, owning a penthouse at the top of their building had its perks. They had nothing but floor to ceiling windows for walls that allowed all the natural lighting they ever needed. Two walls in their bedroom were lined with windows while the third housed a large grey slated fireplace and floor to ceiling bookshelves on either side. A large plush grey carpet lay directly infront of the fireplace where their bed sat.
Their penthouse was decorated mostly in black and grey colors as the open windows made the space cozy and warm. Or the rain, depending on the mood you were in. She smirked at the bed that lined the windows on the right, large plush pillows and blankets adorning it. Two small tables on either side, a grey reading chair in the corner and a small potted bonsai tree in the other from their trip to China.
Theo had gotten betrothed after Hogwarts, a french girl from Beauxbatons. Not even a week into the betrothal he and Daphne had run away and eloped. His parents were furious and cut him off but Daphne's were thrilled and embraced him as their own. The last she heard he had taken a position at Riddle Corp.
“Harry” Ariella called walking down the dark oak split level staircase, they were backlit further adding warmth to their home. They brought her directly into their sitting room. “In the kitchen” Harry called back making her smile. She felt as if she had fallen so much harder for him since letting go of her betrothal.
She walked through the dinning room running her fingers over the oak table there as she smirked thinking about this morning. She continued her way into the kitchen just as Harry was rouding the corner, his eyes widened “Baby you can't wear that” he said quickly making her laugh. “Whats wrong with my dress?” She questioned walking past him into the large kitchen. “Ari, I can see your ass” he argued only making her laugh. “You can see the shape of my ass not my actual ass Potter” she teased collecting a glass from the black cabinetry above the counterspace.
The black cabinetry and grey counterspace were built in around the windows leaving the space open with lots of storage. A small doorway next to the refrigerator led to a warm sun room with a small table for four and cozy lounge area. The two of them used this area for dinner more than the dining room since it was small and intimate. Ariella poured some water from a pitcher and took a drink before placing her glass in the sink and casting a cleaning charm. Harry rounded the centre island “That's my ass” he argued wrapping his arms around her waist, she sighed happily “Were going to be late” she mused over her shoulder. He kissed her cheek and took her hand as they walked back into the sitting room.
