Aftermath of battle

After fleeing Hogwarts and killing a muggle in order to use polyjuice potion.. Ronnie walked into the Hog's Head. A dim, dirty pub in Hogsmeade that no one ever visits. He took a seat at the bar,himself in the room and a cloaked wizard by the fireplace..

Clara wrapped herself tightly in her cloak staring into the fire her mind lost in thought when a stranger's entrance disturbed her peace. She looked up at the man as he walked to the bar, he felt truly feral. Getting up from her seat she left her cloak on the chair and took a seat at the bar. "Two fire whiskeys one for myself and one for the dodgy man to my right" she said as the bar keep pulled out two disgusting glasses she scoffed "clean them better you filthy animal" she said the man looked at her and cowed under her gaze. He cleaned the glasses a little better and poured two glasses of whiskey and slid them down the bar to her. She pushed the glass to the stranger and said "there you go, looks like you needed a drink. My name is Clara, Clara Lestrange"

James looked up as the girl ordered firewhiskey and smirked at her comment to the bartender. "Hm, thank you." he said. "Lestrange?" he wondered... They're still alive....

She shook her head "I am all to used to that reaction by now, My mother was Bellatrix Lestrange, My father Rodulphus" she knocked back the drink downing half the glass. Putting it down on the bar she blew the smoke out of the corner of her mouth "now what would you be calling yourself?"

"My name's Ronnie." he said showing no sign of a lie.

"Ronnie" she said her photographic memory taking into account of every detail from his name to his appearance and the way he held himself. "I knew a man who looked like you, handsome sort of muggle stupid dog he was but you hold yourself differently then he does"

"Interesting. I'm sure that muggle would be surprised to see me." he took a sip of his firewhiskey. "What do you work in?"

"Senior Undersecretary to the minister" she said watching the man carefully "yourself?"

"Ministry? That's nice.. I.. uh, don't work. I live off of my family's fortune."

She smiled a bit "that must be nice, mother's accounts were frozen when she died we aren't able to access them. Yet, so what brings you to the hogs head today"

"Nothing really... just getting out of the outside world for a bit. What is a senior undersecretary doing here?"

"i'm in the area on business, this is a usual haunt for me" she said her eyes drifted to the bar keep and she offered the nosey squib a sinister smile. The man bowed out and she leaned against the bar "you make a horrible liar Ronnie you think a Lestrange will be taken in by this facade?"

"Hm?" he said taking another sip of firewhiskey.

She reached out to touch the collar of his shirt and turned it outward a large stain from potion was present "looks like polyjuice" she said

Ronnie smiled at the Lestrange's cleverness. "So what? You're going to report me?" he said holding his wand inside his coat.

"Report you? I wouldn't do that...if you'll tell me your real name" she said

"James Wayne." he whispered.

Clara's eyes narrowed the name immediately bringing up a memory of a boy some years younger then her brothers. "its been some time since i've seen you outside the meetings" she said with a smile "whats kept you?"

"After the war, I left my past behind and joined Hogwarts.. recently, my past has been brought back to me. How do you know who I am?"

"I am ten years your senior and i've seen you many times before" she said standing up and stretching "do you honestly think Bellatrix's daughter could be so easily fooled James? I have a photographic memory i never forget"

"Congratulations. Bellatrix's daughter... hm. And any other sibling?"

"two brothers about three years older then you, Twins" she said walking behind the bar she pulled out the bottle of whiskey to cut herself on a nail "Stupid squib" she snapped grabbing the already dirty cloth to cover the cut.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

She cursed under her breath again then smiled a bit she could sense his discomfort "it wasn't on purpose but i'm glad I did"

"Why....?" he asked again.