I'm in trouble, aren't I?

So, Ellie was not exactly sure HOW she had gotten into Knockturn. One moment she had been right in behind Judd and Foster and, the next, a crowd had buffetted her after a mini explosion had occured in Weasley's. Ellie must have gotten turned around because when she broke from the small crowd of crude looking wizards, she found they had led her thick into the heart of Knockturn Alley.

Ellie paused to regroup. The best thing to do was to not look scared or lost. Ellie did not have too many worries though. She was not in Potter's Army, her parents were not allied, and she was not a muggleborn. In fact, she was not at all worried about her blood purity. Just the fact that she was a young woman was enough to make her a little cautious as to how she proceeded.

With a rising feeling of determined strength, Ellie ajusted her dress and pushed up her glasses off of her face and into her thick red curls before she proceeded straight, the only direction she supposed she should take. She passed by a bouncing night club and briefly took shelter on the stoop of what looked like an abandoned building. She dropped to rebuckle one of her boots, trying to buy herself some time.

Lucifer had been at the club for a couple of hours. Every one seemed dull. Almost like his hit on all of them before. Which, come to think of it, he probably has. He walked out of the club and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He lit the cigarette just as a younger woman passed by.

Lucifer thought she seemed scared, although her attempt to hide it wasn't fooling him. She was obviously lost. Lucifer thought about going after her and then remember his cigarette. He blew a couple puffs of smoke then let it fall to the floor and stepped on it.

He got out of his leaning position and walked towards the girl who was not fixing her boot.

"Are you lost, lovely?" James drawled.

Ellie heard a voice coming from above her and she slowly looked up to see an older man leering at her. For a second, she considered lying, but she knew that she also needed help getting out of here. Regardless of whether or not she was lost was very unlikely to keep him from going forward with any potentially malicious plans he might have in store for her.

She slowly stood up and smiled. "Actually, I am. Would you happen to know the way to Ollivander's?" Then, very convincingly, she added, "My friends and I got thrown out from the club for being underage, and they hurried back to Diagon without me." She laughed.

Ollivander's. This girl seems a bit old to get a wand.

"What's wrong with your wand?" He asked. The she said she had just been kicked out of a club because of being underage. "Underage? What, are you 12?" James laughed mocking her previously laugh. This girl was obviously lying.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

She shrugged. "Nothing wrong with it, per se. It was just the place we all decided to meet up, you know. Just a place to meet up." At his words, she sneered. "Actually, I turned seventeen already. I just did not have any proof and that particular bouncer only lets in nineteen years old. I am of age, technically." Even if she DID have to take another year of Hogwarts. Stupid wizarding illnesses.

He was creepy, and she had been taught by Stranger Danger not to talk to strangers, but she also knew she could not hope to outrun him. She had to be smart about this. "My name is Elliot Hansen. And yours?"

"Oh, a place to meet up. And you use Ollivander's. Hm." Lucifer looked down at the girl he just recently met with a questioning gaze.

"Seventeen? You're only seventeen. Wow, way to make me feel old." Lucifer laughed. She introduced herself as Elliot Hansen. "Nice name. I'm Lucifer James D'Eath."

OOC: I just realized that I was switching between James and Lucifer. My bad. I'm going to stick with Lucifer.

((It's okay, Lucy!))

Ellie stayed still under his fixed gaze and her gaze did not move either. If she had the choice she would have squirmed under the gaze, would have kicked and ran. But Ellie was a learned, accomplished woman. She knew that not every person was a predator, that running was silly. But the other side of her, the one fueled by instinct was screaming at her to run.

He said he felt old and she forced a chuckle. He introduced himself and she said, "Nice to meet you. Well, I had better get going then, eh?" She tried to move past him, not caring if she became further lost by now.

Lucifer could tell the girl was fighting an inner battle. So, he stood there and watched her until she spoke.

When Elliot tried to move away he blocked her. "Hey! You don't have to run away from me. I'm not a bad person. Well," Lucifer laughed. Bad person. Of course he is. "We can go get a drink or something?"

He blocked her and she looked down a bit, sighing. It was going to be like this, eh? She paused, staring at her feet with a straight expression, blinking as she tried to take stock of the situation, thinking to herself the best she can. At his words, she looked up. "No, thank you. I don't drink. I like my brain, thank you." She was getting frustrated and nervous and it had begun to show.

He laughed at her comment.

"Not trying to ruin your brain. A drink could mean anything. Maybe I was talking about water?"

Lucifer looks at her. Her frustration obviously getting higher and higher.