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When nearly everyone was asleep, Aria Montgomery was striding down Hogsmeade, wearing a tight fitting lacy dress which she bought in London, under her robes, patterned tights, leg warmers and black, bulky combat boots and a DKNY necklace. She smelt of the 'Daisy' by Marc Jacobs perfume she had applied that morning. Harry, Ron and Hermione told Aria that the wizarding world was pretty safe after Voldemort's death and Aria decided to explore what Hogsmeade, the nearby wizarding town offered. Neville Longbottom had helped her by lending her some floo powder and showing her how to travel by it through the floo network, through the fire in the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. She felt a little bit unsteady in her heels over the cobbled roads, and after roaming up and down the roads a couple of times she decided to stop for some vodka in a bar called Hogshead. However, the waiters there had never heard of vodka. She instead asked for a firewhiskey. She was used to taking alcohol when she spent two years in Iceland, since people there used to drink to battle the cold. The waiter asked Aria how old she was, and when she lied and told them that she was eighteen, he gave her a unbelieving look but didn't further his argument. She took a sip and felt her insides slowly turn warm, until she wasn't so cold anymore. Although Aria didn't really like the appearance of casual wizard robes, they definitely kept her warm. She finished her firewhiskey and ordered another one. Aria was used to getting attention from guys, because of her C cup, pouty lips and slightly altered accent she developed from spending two years in Iceland. However, she lately felt that settling for guys her age wasn't enough but preferred someone more mature who could really get her. This was the reason she had fallen for her teacher Ezra Fitz- who hadn't contacted her since she told him that she was a witch.
Aria was lost in thought, when she suddenly noticed an odd looking, mature man with sallow skin, greasy hair and flared nostrils sip a firewhiskey like Aria. Aria noticed that this guy had the saddest look she had ever seen. "All right there?" Aria asked. The guy gave Aria a curious look, as though not certain how to answer. He finally gave half a nod. "I'm Aria, by the way." Aria looked at her red nail polish.
"Severus, Aria."
"It's just that you have such a sad look." Severus took a while to answer.
"I must confess that a lot has been going on lately."
"I see. Is that all I'm gonna get?"
Severus smiled. Aria could tell that Severus hardly ever smiled."
"How's this, Aria. I completely gave up my life trying to protect someone because it was my entire fault that his mother died. His mother also happened to be my first and only love... and I now think that this boy might be my son."
Aria nodded and looked demure. She ran her fingers through her hair. "...and I thought I had problems. Are you going to speak to your son?"
"We'll see. I don't have the slightest clue why I'm even telling you all this. I'm not even sure if it's appropriate. I must have had too many firewhiskeys. I will brew up a potion shortly to relieve me of this situation." Severus moved a little further away from Aria, as though to continue doing his own business. Aria finished the remains of her firewhiskey in a last gulp, and left, without any more words.