Allison sat in one of the sofas, her dark brown hair done up and a low backed blouse showed some of the complex tattoos that decorated her body, the best one, was the one on her arm, showing that she was part of the NDE, her booted legs crossed as she took a moment to look around. She had been here for a few days and even she was impressed, it was really a beautiful place, and it was away from the muggle trash, which made it even better, but it didn't show, just her usual smirk was on her lips, her eyes as cold as ever, but still held their manic gleam. Hearing someone coming towards her, from the hall, she turned her head to see who it was.

It was the youngest member of the new order, just about to enter her sixth year at school, but rediculously powerful- only she couldn't harness it yet, she'd had no idea how, her father, so kind, had helped by using his mensmagic to harness it for her, though he would release it when he believed it would come in use.

Before last year, noone had known of Flame's true parentage, the fact that in reality she was a Harshing, not just a Lestrange, but all secrets come to light in the end. It was figured out, her name was changed, and now she was a Harshing, even if she was only just getting used to what that meant.

Her hair was black, her skin as pale as muggle paper, her eyes a cold grey, unforgiving, showing her need to cause pain. She was tall, slim, had a figure most would kill for, yet didn't see her own beauty, she hated herself in all ways, but not as much as she hated the rest of the world.

She saw the woman, the new one, sat on the couch and walked over, eyes like ice. "Harshing," she introduced herself.

"Allison Rowe."She introduced herself, meeting the girls cold gray eyes with her own blue gray ones.She had thought the girl looked young, and when she introduced herself as a Harshing, she guessed she was his daughter. What a lucky girl to have some of the best blood in the world running in her veins."You are a very beautiful girl Miss Harshing. Would you care to sit and talk?"

She sat down. "How nice of you to ask, Miss Rowe." she replied, scanning her form slowly, then decided she was not a threat. "Welcome to Torre delgi Diablo, my dad's home and headquaters of the Neo Death Eaters. I take it you are one of us, as you are here, which makes me suspect so." she told her.

When Flame sat down, she smiled, or what Allison called a smile which was more or less a smirk. "Well you suspected right. Your father has very good taste. So tell me something about your self Miss Harshing. You're still in school aren't you?"

Flame looked at the woman and nodded. "I am Flame Harshing, the daughter of renowned Harshing, as you seem to already know. I am just about to enter my sixth year at Hogwarts, my birthday is in August, and I'm known as a genious when it comes to potions. Now what would you like to know" she was being very official.

"Flame, that's an unusual name, but I like it. Pretty and smart, your father must be very proud of you." She was amazed by how formal the girl was, when she was her age she was a know it all wild child brat, and she was only starting to tame down a little bit.. "You're so formal, what do you like to do for fun?"

Flame was being formal because she didn't know what to think at that time. She had to put on a good show, be a good face for her father. "Yes, but then again it isn't normal to be born in Azkaban and named there to, is it?" she asked, though it was more of a statement. She gazed cooly at the woman. "What I do for fun changes, currently I am rather in the mood for torturing someone."

She nodded, the girl had a point there, nothing about the girl sitting with her was normal. Once Flame said she was in the mood for torturing someone, The manic gleam in her eyes brightened "Miss Harshing, You are my kind of girl." She said with a rare genuine smile, yes, she had a feeling that the two of them could get a long fairly well.