Ariana rubbed her eyes blearily and tried to get up but remained slumped against the ice cold stone tiles of the dungeons in which she had woken up in. Her body was aching all over and her clothes were drenched in...blood. She began to panic as she raised her hands up. Even in the minimal light that the torch on the wall shone, she could tell that her hands were deathly pale. She pushed herself up on her elbows, desperate to call for some kind of help. But her arms refused to hold her up, though- one because of the gash and the other because of scarlet blood pooling around her upper torso, and she slid back down against the wall. It can't get any worse than this, she thought bitterly. Wake up in a dungeon, bleeding to death, hungry and cold, not knowing where you are and aching all over and being held prisoner and tortured by people you don't even know. Nope, it can't get any worse.

Unfortunately for her, it did.

"Ahh, so our little prisoner is awake."

Ariana shifted her body towards the left and saw the slim boys slid out of the brooding shadows. If it weren't for the silky blond locks of hair falling nonchalantly onto his forehead, grazing his delicate eyelashes, and the obvious look of superiority, she wouldn't have guessed that this was the same teenage boy from last night-Draco. He was now holding himself more confidently, an arrogant glare to his narrowed dark blue eyes. He had his hands stuck in his pockets and was leaning back surveying her.

"Well?" Ariana snapped, amazed at seeing him stand there and watching without helping. "You're just going to stand there and watch me? No help?"

"Don't take that tone with me," he snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You got lucky last night. We could have killed you."

"Oh, of course, I'm the lucky one. I finally find my brother after eight years, but before I can even say hello, he drops dead, I get kidnapped, in the process cutting myself, then I'm dragged into a room, tortured with pain worse than you can ever imagine and then knocked out and tossed into a freezing pitch black dungeon to bleed to death. Of course, how could I not be lucky?"Ariana rolls her eyes sarcastically.

"Feisty one, eh?" Draco drawls. " Or is it just an act to hide your fear. I can see you trembling, you know." He smirked.

Ariana narrows her eyes, doing a near to perfect imitation of Draco's smirk. Before she can retort however, he cuts in, "That's not the reason I'm here, though. I need your wand."

"My what?"

"Don't play dumb," Draco snaps at her impatiently. "Give it!"

"Oh, you mean the thing that your aunt was using?"

Draco, thinking she was being sarcastic again, snapped, reaching down, yanking her up and reaching into her pockets. He was surprised when both were empty.

"Did you leave it at the castle?"

"No..." Ariana said truthfully. "I don't have one."

"What do you mean, don't have one? Everyone has one..."

"Merlin's beard, what part of 'I don't have a wand' do you not understand? Anyway, it's not like you have to have a stick to do magic."

Draco, slightly interested, forgot about being mad for a second and cocked his head, implying that she continue.

"The only problem with doing magic is that it drains me. I could be knocked out for hours after. It's easier just to let things go and deal with them the muggle way." When Draco snorted disbelievingly, though, Ariana flared.

She extended her hand to the cut on her shoulder, which stung as she gently lay her fingers on it. Then, mumbling a healing incantation under her breath, she grazed her fingers back and forth over the cut. The crimson blood was slowly sucked back into the cut, off her clothes and the stone floors. The purplish bruises faded away and the gash sealed itself together, as if being sewn. Within a matter of minutes, Ariana's shoulder was back to normal.

Draco stared, mesmerized. "You can do wandless magic?" he asked Ariana, his eyebrows arched and eyes widened. "But that's like the rarest type of magic! Only Dumbledore can do it..."

Ariana, with her ever snarky retorts, went ahead and pointed out the obvious. "They don't call me a Dumbledore for nothing, do they?"

And with that, she fainted dead away on the cold floor.