Alista walked down the street in her dark Dress. Even when she was amaiming to do something she shouldn't (which is ALOT) she likes to carry herself well. She walked down the street as many people cowered away as most wizards who weren't as dark feared her. She glared at a few who dared to look, which just made them cower away. Today, Alista was on a misson. She and a few other Slytherins were out to steal a very dark object from Borgin and Burkes- The Hand of Glory. It would be very valuable to the Dark Lord to vanquish Harry Potter. She walked down the street her head up confidently with her hair down in curls, and in flat black heels. She walked swiftly yet confidently toward Borgin and Burkes where she saw Fera and a few others outside the store.

Draco waited impatiently outside the store, glancing up and down the street. After his catastrophic failure in his mission not long ago, Draco was forced to work twice as hard to prove his family's worth to the Dark Lord, especially now that his presence was inescapable. Much to the displeasure of the Malfoys, the Dark Lord had invited himself into their home and had made it the headquarters for all Death Eater activity. Completely powerless, the only thing left to do was to try and claw their way back into his inner circle if they wished to make it through the year.

Surely, if he played a part in stealing the Hand of Glory then his family would receive some credit for this. Straightening out his smart, tailored robes, he continued to watch for any recognisable faces, not wanting to consider the motives of many of the shady characters he saw slip through the dimly lit alley.

Alista saw another very recognizable face- Draco Malfoy. She examined the back of him carefully as she continued walking toward the store. She had heard about Draco's failed mission. She didn't blame him, but if she had to do it for the Dark Lord, she would. She could see his impatientiance, even if his back was turned. When she reached the store, she tapped his shoulder and said, "Hello, Draco."

Alex stood by her fireplace wearing a yellow sundress. She daintly pinched a bit of floo powder between her finger s and stepped into the fire. Hoping her dress wouldn't get sooty, she dropped the floo powder, exclaiming loudly, "DIAGON ALLEY!" Alex shut her eyes as the fireplaces whirled around her, she could never get used to how dizzy it made her. A moment later, she stepped out in Florish and Blotts. Dusting her dress off, she walked out the door, slamming it in the face of some worthless mudblood in the process.

She walked quickly through the streets, noticing with a smirk the newly taped up Ollivanders. Alex had figured flooing to Diagon Alley would be wisest, seeing as the Fireplace in Knockturn Alley came out in the shop they were about to rob. She made her way down the steps and walked along the streets, finally reaching Burgin and Burkes, where Alista and Draco stood outside.

"Hey Draco, Alista," she greeted her friends with a smile. She looked around, trying to hide her excitement. Even though she had gotten the mark in December, this was Alex's first mission. She'd looked forward to it ever since she first heard about it.