Elizabeth quietly leaned forward against the railing of her apartment's terrace, swirling her beer round and round inside its bottle, and let the cold evening breeze comb through her short black hair. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stared down at the people walking on the streets. She could never understand why she risked everything to live in the Muggle world, to live among Muggles when during most of her life, she had lived surrounded by magical folks. But then again, it is too late already to regret anything, for she has lived in the Muggle world for nearly eight years as a historian. History has always been a comfort for her. She pressed the bottle against her lips and took a long hard drink, grimacing slightly when the liquior entered her empty stomach. She knew better than to drink on an empty stomach, but she could not wait to drink herself to oblivion, not after her meeting with one of her father's most loyal followers. Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as he preferred himself to be called, still makes her stomach turn. All that fawning over and self-degration to win her father's favor. "Damn f****** rat," she muttered under her breath as she lowered her beer bottle. The man came to talk to her, only to tell that her father has returned and wants her and the rest of the family to join him in his endeavor. She did not care whether or not her mother and her siblings wanted to join HIM, she only said a firm unyielding 'No' to the rat. She has no intentions of being made a fool again by the man she once called her father. She was lucky that two men helped her see the truth, even though it meant the sacrifice of her relationship with her entire family. Elizabeth Ann Riddle sighed softly as she pushed herself off the railing, and entered her dark apartment. She preferred to keep her lights off, especially during night, since the darkness makes her more comfortable with her surroundings. She slowly made her way to a small cabinet in her living room, placed her beer on top, and opened the bottom drawer. Remnants of her old life littered the drawer. She ignored the other items as she reached in and pulled out her old phoenix feather wand and old feather. Professor Dumbledore gave her a Portkey whenever she felt that she needed his help, and there is no better time than now. Crushing the feather in her hand, she closed her eyes and softly whispered the name of the one place that has been her place of comfort. "Hogwarts."