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Yvaine de Sauvetter
Seventh Year, Ravenclaw



⟫⟫ BASICS ⟪⟪

nickname
age
height
blood type
Eevee
18
6’0”
Pure-Blood
⟫⟫ APPEARANCE ⟪⟪

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Yvaine never quite grew out of his lanky look even as he hit 18. The dark, shaggy hair became too wild in curls to keep too long to his liking, and so he cut it all back that removes him from his slapdashed look to something a little more cared. His pale blue eyes are deeply set in a face naturally gaunt with sharp cheekbones. He has come to take a liking to contacts to aid in his sight, and has since left his glasses for days he is too lazy to put them in.

⟫⟫ HOGWARTS HISTORY⟪⟪


First Year: Yvaine meets Maisy Dane in the Small Hall just after the Sorting Ceremony. They become fast friends, endeavoring to get his 3DS to work inside Hogwarts for the entire year.

He gets in trouble on more than one occasion, the last of which being a race up the Whomping Willow. He and the other boy involved didn’t get far, and were scolded after waking up in the hospital wing.

Second Year: Yvaine tries out for the quidditch team and earns the position of Keeper. His shenanigans are toned down out of fear of expulsion.

Third Year: Maisy and Yvaine finally figure out how to magically power his electronics, though the endeavor goes awry resulting in detention.

Fourth Year: Yvaine develops a crush on Maisy that is not reciprocated. He never acts on his feelings and is more aloof due to embarrassment.

Fifth Year: Yvaine and Maisy spend less time together due to drama only further pulled apart by Maisy making fun of him in front of their peers. Angered, he lashed out and did not speak to her for months until word came around her boyfriend threw her under the bus after an incident. He and her boyfriend were both sent to the hospital for care after Yvaine punched the Slytherin boy square on the nose.

Despite their transgressions against each other that year, the incident brought them back together.

Sixth Year: Early in the year Yvaine sustained an injury to his arm preventing him from trying out for Keeper in time. He was slightly disappointed when Ravenclaw had a better year in Quidditch than the previous which caused him to rethink his backup plan to become a professional quidditch player should he not succeed at becoming an Auror. Yvaine, sensing the end of the line for his education at Hogwarts, throws himself into his studies, barely giving much time for a social life out of fear for his future.

Any free time he offered himself he was usually around Maisy.

Due to the events surrounding Squib and the murder of Allison James, the de Sauvetters took their summer vacation in France.






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Maisy Dane
Seventeen || Slytherin


First year || Maisy's first year at Hogwarts is chock full of as much drama as an eleven year old can have. Sorted into Slytherin, she spends the school year delicately balanced on figuring out who she is as a witch, understanding the world she's been thrust into, and surviving the difficulties of being a muggle-born in a prejudiced House.

In year one, Yvaine and Maisy meet the night of sorting, when Maisy is found crying in the small hall over her sorting assignment. Their friendship blossoms over the year, largely centered around trying to find a way to get Yvaine's Nintendo DS to work (which never happens) and their mutual love for Quidditch.

Second year || Maisy's insecurities over her House evaporate over the summer, with the threat of the letter she received in first year having been properly put in the past. The year is consistently filled with new adventures with Yvaine and branching into friendships with other students.

Having grown into her lanky limbs, Maisy's clumsiness is no longer a dramatic factor, and she tries out for the Quidditch team, chosen as a Chaser for Slytherin.

Third year || Maisy's friendship with her dorm mates continues to grow, and she and Yvaine finally find a way to make an electronic device run on magic -- this, of course, ends disastrously, and the pair spend a week in detention for nearly blowing up a spare classroom.

Forth year || Maisy develops her first crush on a Slytherin boy - the son of an aristocratic family. Maisy falls out with one of her dorm mates when she sticks up for a Hufflepuff boy.

Fifth year || Maisy's crush escalates and her own attitude begins to take a nasty transition. She begins avoiding spending time with Yvaine, and when Maisy makes fun of him in front of her classmates, their relationship suffers greatly. Eventually, however, Maisy realizes who her true friends are, when a dangerous stunt winds her up in the hospital wing and Maisy's crush blames the incident on her to avoid ramifications.

Yvaine sticks by her side as she recovers, and together, they find a way to uncover the truth about the incident. Their relationship is restored and Maisy invites Yvaine to her home for summer holiday.

Sixth year || Maisy and Yvaine's relationship continues to repair from the damages done the previous year. Maisy's quidditch skills grow as well, and Slytherin nearly claims the cup for the first time in years.

As things in the world begin to shift in an uncomfortable direction for Wizarding kind following the murder of Allison James, Maisy's family decides it's best she spend the summer away from the world and people she's grown to love.
 
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The Decline of the Wizarding World
  • The Rise of Squib Births:
    The year is 2025, and more and more squibs are being born into Wizarding families. Due to this, older generations of squibs are speaking out against the segregation feeling as though they don’t belong in the Muggle World.​
  • The Murder of a Squib:
    Allison James, a 13-year-old squib was murdered by magical means. The incident sparked Squib activists to call for justice and better education and protection for squibs as it is believed if Allison had the proper magical education she could possibly still be alive.​
  • Squibs at Hogwarts:
    Due to the push for a better education and the culmination of the trial for Allison James’ death, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to allow squibs to attend Hogwarts. Parents were outraged to learn their squib children were placed in a separate house of their own and within a month the faculty were forced to determine House placements for each attending squib.​
  • The Broken Wands:
    Violent activists known as the Broken Wands are comprised of squibs and squib rights allies. Their name was coined from their first acts against the Wizarding World as they would find ways to steal and break wands, taking pictures of their act and posting it on social media. The Ministry works endlessly to pull their exposures away from muggle eyes which only causes the group to lash out more and more openly as they have a desire to be heard.​
 
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He nearly did not even try out for Ravenclaw’s quidditch team in his final year at Hogwarts after the revelation he had the previous year. The sign up roster still beckoned to him, and he eventually caved to compete against last year’s Keeper; the very Keeper that nearly led Ravenclaw to victory with the amount of quaffles he threw off course.

This year was already a strange one even before he stepped foot on the castle grounds. Squibs were allowed in as students for the first time in history. It was a tense few weeks, especially when the headmaster was forced to sort them into houses making even the air in the common rooms tense. There was a squib who showed up for the Ravenclaw quidditch team tryouts calling for the captain to have to take time out to let her down easy.

It was the first match of the season at Hogwarts with Slytherin against Ravenclaw. Yvaine questioned his placement on the roster as he flew up into position before the hoops. It was an overcast day, the sunlight occasionally patching through as a light breeze carried the clouds off through the sky. Since it was the first game to kick off the school year, most, if not all students, were in attendance along with a few proud parents in the stands alongside the professors. Cheers and chants echoed throughout the stadium as the referee walked out onto the grassy field.
 
Maisy Dane

In their time at Hogwarts, Yvaine and Maisy had only ever had one fight. It had taken place in 5th year, when she had been overtaken by a particularly bout of... stupid, and gotten her head wrapped around the wrong person. It had wound her up in the infirmary, and while their relationship had been repaired eventually, it had been a difficult year. Since then, however, they had only grown and in that growth, they had blossomed as people.

But when it came to Quidditch... all bets were off, and that, perhaps, was a part of the draw of the game. It was their outlet, their rivalry, and finally... they were back at it. Slytherin against Ravenclaw. They could put aside the broken and complicated bits and pieces of their lives, and just have fun. Or at least, that's how it always had been. But things were changing. The world was changing. Day by day, things were becoming increasingly more difficult and dangerous.

The situation with the Squibs at the school had never bothered her much, but tensions were wound to the snapping point, and she could see it in the stands as she walked out to the pitch, the energy was drained from the crowd. People were tired and angry and bitter... and it was only just beginning.

Slipping onto her broom, she rose up into the air and her eyes scanned the faces, honed in on the figure before the hoops at the end of the field. It had been weeks since she had Yvaine had really seen each other - even during the sorting ceremony and the first few days, their schedules had driven them in opposite directions. He looked older, somehow... but it was the same old Eevee... and for the first time in a long while, Maisy felt at home.

With a whistle, the referee announced the start of the game and her lip curved as the Quaffle was release...

Pointing her finger in Yvaine's direction, she winked, before shooting off after it.
 
He caught sight of her on the field and met her gaze with the same competitive playfulness, sticking out his tongue as she pointed and winked. A rush of excitement washed over him, igniting his nerves as the game began with a raucous roar of cheering students. Apart from their own little private rivalry on the field, Slytherin and Ravenclaw didn’t have as big of a rivalry against each other, and perhaps that’s why it was chosen as the first match.

Considering the events of the year leading up to this moment, this very game was designed to be genuine good fun. No heated competition. No angry students after a loss. Just good, clean, and harmless fun both for players and onlookers.

Maisy always looked in her element on the quidditch pitch, far moreso than he felt in this moment. The broom felt wild in his directional push like he had lost a bit of his touch. But he kept his focus, mind and body at the ready as he watched the chasers line up in formation.

Ravenclaw chasers raced down the field with the quaffle in hand when a loud CRACK! echoed through the stadium. Heat billowed with the explosion that snapped the professors’ tower in two sending it and those on it plummeting into the thick smoke. Cheers turned into screams as students quickly fled from their own towers, chaotically running down the staircases in fear as the game quickly came to a halt. With the fire and smoke that rose into the sky, it was difficult to tell what happened to those in the tower that fell, but it was clear, regardless, that this was an ill omen.
 
Maisy Dane

Quidditch was not a sport for the feint of heart. Maisy had learned the hard was in second year, when a Beater had nearly taken her head off in an aggressive power play. It was fun, and exciting, but it was also dangerous... and so when she heard the crack, she thought nearly nothing of it at first. Then she heard the screams and heart racing, Maisy halted her broom so fast she nearly toppled off of it.

Spinning in midair, her eyes moved to the tower and widened. It toppled in what felt like slow motion, and as smoke rose, billowing higher and higher, she turned to look for a source... for any source.

"Please... oh please..." She whispered, praying silently that no one was hurt. But it seemed impossible. The way it fell, the fire that crawled and cracked, snapping wood and singing the brilliant green of the field to black and brown. Her gaze shifted down to the end of the pitch, and pushing forward again, she propelled herself towards the Keeper poles, "Eev--"

A second crack sounded, softer, but no less terrifying, as the jinx hit the broom handle and the entire thing snapped beneath her. With a shriek, Maisy toppled to the left, toppled and fell towards the blazing field below.
 
The players were already rushing towards the fallen tower, though none had their wands on them. A couple rushed off towards Hogwarts to call for help while a few others left to help wrangle the students out of their panick and towards safety. Yvaine was about to head towards the fire to help when he saw a figure lurch on their broom.

Maisy’s figure fell from her broken broom towards the inferno below. Kicking into action, he swiftly flew to her aid hoping his speed would allow him to reach her in time. He was, after all, only a Keeper.

Matching her speed, he reached out towards his friend, grabbing the sleeve of her uniform and gripping it tight. The added weight brought the broom in a descent, slower than falling speed but still too fast for comfort. They were closing in on the grass just outside the stadium, the heat of the fire blazing their sides as they both tumbled to the ground.

“What happened?” Yvaine asked as he scurried up onto his feet. “Your broom just split in two! Are you alright?”
 
Maisy Dane

She was falling, fast, and in that moment Maisy was nearly certain she would not survive. Through her mind ran the number of things that she imagined were customary for a person facing death... The last thing she said to her parents (I'll see you at Christmas), the thing's she would never experience... She hadn't gotten a chance to see Yvaine. Not really. Not the way she'd wanted to since they went their separate ways a few months prior.

These thoughts revolved rapidly, as the ground grew closer and her eyes closed as she did what she could to brace herself for impact.

But impact never came. Instead, mere feet from her doom, a hand swung out and grabbed her and eyes snapping open, she looked up to see Yvaine, holding on with all his might. He'd grown a beard... Or... Scruff.

When her feet touched down he turned to ask her what happened, but as far as she was concerned, questions could wait. Instead, eyes filling with tears, she threw her arms around him and hugged him, tightly.

"I think it was a curse. Something hit it! I didn't see where it came from. Oh, Eevee... This is awful!"
 
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The flames hissed as water collected and poured above the fire. Upper classmen and the professors that emerged from the rubble began damage control, their wands flowing through the air as they rushed to put out the fire that consumed what remained of the tower. Yvaine shook his head in disbelief, at the sight. It didn't make any sense to him, but the attack was deliberate. None of the other towers were targeted. Maisy's broom was deliberately jinxed.

He hugged her back, thankful she was unharmed but distracted by the events. There was no way to help until the fire was put out, but once they managed to simmer it down to smoke and embers, Yvaine lunged himself into the rubble to dig for anyone buried. Professors that aided urged the students to head back to their dorms likely anticipating unfortunate results. Half the faculty of the school was still buried under charred wooden scraps within thick plumes of smoke that still rose from the damage left behind by the fire.

Sure enough, Yvaine's hands, now coated in grimy soot, pulled back a pile of splintered beams to reveal the lifeless eyes of a man he did not know, though it was likely a relative of one of the quidditch players. Knowing what he found would be the very sensitive thing the professors were attempting to avoid exposing to the other students, he looked up, first at Maisy in shock before calling over the Ravenclaw Head of House.

With a brush of his hand, he tried to prompt Maisy away from the scene, away from the lifeless eyes of the dead. "Maisy," he said in a quiet tone. "Let's let them handle it from here."
 
Maisy Dane

Because she had just a touch of intelligence about her, Maisy knew better than to follow after Yvaine when he moved to search through the rubble. But even from a distance, she saw enough. The feet poking out, black soles stiff, arm flopped at an awkward angle, greying as the body cooled.

Her heart hammered and tears sprung to her eyes, as twisted around, away from the disaster that was the tower, she sucked in a sharp, nearly painful breath. First year, only a few days into her new life at Hogwarts, Yvaine had given her books on the magical wars that had, for a time, plagued their secret world. She had been astonished by the notions that such evil could exist... Astonished, but certain it could never happen to them. Not again.

Yet here they were... On the brink of a nightmare, and she felt helpless.

A tear slid the length of her cheek and brushing it away, she nodded to Yvaine, "Come on." Reaching out, she took hold of his blackened hand, "They want us to gather in the Grest Hall."
 
The walk back to Hogwarts contained a surreal air, as if he still couldn't quite process everything that happened. Yvaine occasionally looked behind them, the line of weary students now trickling as they left the scene conversing lowly about the events, some even crying from being so overwhelmed. "Who would do such a thing?" he wondered out loud as he shifted the weight of his broom in hand. His, at least, survived the fall.

All the students were herded into the Great Hall by the upper classmen and prefects, attempting to count heads and check to make sure everyone in their house was accounted for. Professor Havarad, the flying instructor and quidditch referee, was over behind the staff table waving his wand over what appeared to be graffiti of a broken wand, the paint steadily lifting with his spell.

"There's no way," Yvaine said to Maisy as he loitered at the entrance. Everyone was being sorted into their houses, and to go any further would mean they would need to split up. Looking over to his friend, he gauged her reaction to the marking. "We should see which students are missing. If they're clever the perpetrators might already be in here, but then again this was pretty stupid. We're seventh years. We can get away with hunting down missing students."
 
Maisy Dane

Holding herself together was proving marginally more difficult than Maisy anticipated. But then, she had never witnessed anything remotely akin to what she had seen that day. It was only the weight of Yvaine's hand in her own that grounded her... Her bestfriend, who had always been just a little more brave than she ever could be.

Somehow, she wasn't surprised to see the marking. In her mind she had known the moment it happened who was repsonsible. The world was falling apart and what better way to ensure it crumbled faster than this...? But where anarchy reigned, the professors and staff that had made it out rallied, organized and cautious, passing instructions about to the other students, the Prefects and Heads. Even the ghosts had jobs, and their sobriety revealed just how dangerous a thing this had been.

Looking to Yvaine, biting down on her thumb nail, Maisy nodded, "I'll check Slytherin. Eevee... Be careful?"
 
Giving her hand a little squeeze, Yvaine offered his friend a small smile of assurance. "Of course, my dear Watson," he said playfully in hopes to lighten the mood just a little bit. "There's a mystery to be solved."

The enchantment in the ceiling was a calm scene of the clouds and sunlight to mimic the once-nice atmosphere outside. Yvaine made his way towards the Ravenclaw table in search for one of the prefects, eventually finding Batilda as she talked to a second year in distress. "Hey, Batilda," he called to her as he approached. "Do we have everyone here yet?"

"Jassey went to see about the kids who went to the library to study," she said. "That was...ah, I believe it was just Hannah with a H, Hana the boy, and Reggie. We're still missing Bardebe, Nigel, and Third Year Anna. They were on the roster to attend the quidditch match."

"I can go look for them," he said as he held up his broom.

"What..." Batilda's voice trailed off a bit in hesitancy. "Are the professors alright? We haven't seen any others come in since we got here. It's just been Professor Havarad and Professor Wikerwit."

His head nodded somewhat in response, uncertain if he wanted to relay the news of what he witnessed. "From what I saw the professors were alright, but I didn't see them all," he said quietly, almost in a whisper as he leaned towards her ear. She listened intently, focused on his words to allow him to speak as softly as possible in the cacophony of frightful conversation in the Great Hall. "They're hurt, so they will likely go to the infirmary before coming in here. There was... One of the parents died. I don't know whose parent it was."

Batilda pulled away from Yvaine with wide eyes, hand covering her lips to stifle her shock and push it away. Yvaine placed his hands on her shoulders and quietly urged her not to speak on it. "They'll handle it," he assured. "Did all the quidditch players make it back?"

She nodded, and motioned down the table. "They all helped bring people back," she said. "I don't know about Slytherin's."

"Maisy's working on it," he assured. "I'll go look for anyone missing and check back with the professors."

He caught a glimpse of Maisy across the Great Hall as he headed for the Hufflepuff prefect. Old feelings began to resurface, feelings he had repressed due to events from years ago. But the girl he had fallen for in his youth, the one before all the mishaps and silly anger, glittered through once again as their minds and hearts felt in sync once again. She looked so lovely to him in the way she moved and thought and acted. But he had to remind himself the feelings were never reciprocated, and so he quickly looked away before his heart could grab hold of the forgotten feelings once again.

The Hufflepuffs were in a similar situation where some students weren't accounted for and were still missing. Yvaine assured he would look around for them as well while out. Broom in hand, he gave one final look for Maisy, not really catching sight of her in the fray as he headed out of the Great Hall.

Just outside the hall was the very location in which he first met Maisy. Looking over to the portrait of the lady in a blue dress, his thoughts lingered on that day and how it felt so long ago and dreamlike in his memory. They weren't so little and naive anymore and had both grown well into their ambitions and choices, even the bad ones. He turned away to head for the doors leading outside and flew off into the evening sky.

There was still smoke pluming from the quidditch stadium and a line of stragglers to the castle. He saw a few Hufflepuff and flew down to take their names and anything of note before providing them instructions to report to their prefects in the Great Hall. Anyone he talked to didn't seem aware there had been a death due to the explosion. Some spoke about what could have caused something to that magnitude, though most surmised magic as they debated on what spells could do it. Was this an attempt to frame the Broken Wands or was this an attack by them? Either way, the fact that someone died turned this criminal act in to something very severe. Whoever was responsible would get a rather hefty punishment, and justly so.

As he flew further towards the stadium, he noticed a group rushing towards the Forbidden Forest. At the distance he couldn't tell whether they were students or trespassers, but due to his duties he decided to pursue rather than report. The woods were off limits due to the manner of violent beings that lurked its vast lands, and if they were students they didn't need to be going in there. Stepping off his broom, he entered the treeline on food cautiously at first.

The flap of a cloak caught his attention, and he saw the silhouettes running off further into the woods. "Hey!" he called out. They didn't stop. Yvaine propelled himself forward in pursuit no longer calling after them. He discarded his broom in favor of speed, and just as he was catching up to the trio a loud shot echoed through the trees, and the tree trunk next to his head splintered from the gun fire. Instinct brought him to a crouch as he ducked behind another tree, heart racing not just from the run but from the near death experience. Their rushing footsteps continued on further away, distancing themselves at a continual speed until he could no longer hear them and yet Yvaine couldn't pull himself out from the protection of the tree.

"They're gone," a familiar voice assured. Professor Ygmraldis, the Headmaster, slowly moved into sight carrying his broom in one hand and his wand at the ready in the other. His eyes looked distantly into the woods for another moment before approaching Yvaine, offering his broom to aid in helping him to a stand.

"They had a gun," Yvaine informed in disbelief.

"It was hard not to hear it," the headmaster said. He looked a bit battered by the looks of his robes and blood that had dried against his temple, but otherwise he looked alert and focused and severe. "They weren't students."

"How did three people manage to get into Hogwarts if they weren't students?" he asked.

"That is an excellent question," Professor Ymraldis said with a nod. "But one I will handle. Get the rest of the students back to the Great Hall. We'll be over there shortly to discuss what has transpired."

With a reluctant nod of obedience, Yvaine trekked back out of the Forbidden Forest, shaken and unnerved by his experience. His mind wanted to put the pieces of the puzzle together himself, as if he had to do it or he wouldn't be able to rest. Hopefully Maisy's endeavors were not as life threatening, but still just as thought provoking. He had to tell her of his findings before heading back into the Great Hall, and so as he entered the castle, he lingered in the Small Hall to hopefully catch her before she walked back in.
 
Maisy Dane

A smile spread, sheepishly, at his parting words and shaking her head, she waved him off, calling out, "Take care, Sherlock!"

But the expression faded not long after, when she began her investigation. It should have come as such a surprise to Maisy that almost all of the Slytherin were accounted for. Over the years, she had come to know some of them quite well, but their friendships weren't of the deeper variety... Not because there was anything inherently wrong with her fellow housemates, but because they simply lacked much capacity to care for others more than they cared for themselves. They had run back to the school without hesitation and sat, some of them smiling and laughing...

There was a disheartening quality to it that drove her from the table with a suppressed frustration. Gryffindor, also not so surprisingly, was still missing several students, but it had been reported that they'd gone down well after the explosion, either out of curiosity or to help out. When she had finished making her inquiries, she found her way out to the Small Hall and it was there she heard the crack of gunfire.

It was an unmistakble sound... One that was recognizable not because of her time in Hogwarts, but her life on the outside. Panic warred with confusion and as she started for the door, a terrifying thought struck her. Yvaine had gone out only moments before. He had always been curious, Eevee... Always one to prod and poke at the unknown. Exercising caution wasn't generally his greatest quality, and he wouldn't, for once moment, hesitate to go after someone he thought might be responsible for what happened.

The panic she felt welled in her chest until she felt frozen by it, her stomach twisting, knotting. The people who had attacked the tower weren't looking to scare... They were looking to harm, and if Eevee got in their way.

A shadow moved across the doorway, and her heart gave a jolt as she glanced up to see the familar face in the frame and stifling a sob behind her hands, Maisy ran to Yvaine, throwing her arms around his waist.

"I heard the shot, and I... I thought... Oh, Eevee. I thought the absolute worst!"
 
He brought his arms around Maisy tight, grateful for the grounding it brought him in comfort. Due to all the shifts and changes in politics and regulations in the muggle world, he never imagined he would have a gun fired at him back home, much less on the magical grounds of Hogwarts. It only added to the mystery and sprouted concern for the safety of all those in school. This was meant to be a safe place, and it has been for decades without so much of an incident. Now they were faced with very real and very threatening circumstances that challenged the confidence they all had in the security set in place.

“They weren’t students,” he explained. “The one’s that shot at me. They wore cloaks and ran off into the Forbidden Forest. Professor Ymraldis thinks students might have had a hand in getting them on the grounds somehow. I...didn’t get to look for everyone. After it all, I just came back here.”

Running a sooty hand down his face, the fingers leaving a faint trail behind on his cheek, he sighed. “What happens if they send us all home?” he asked as he pulled back from the hug. “We’ll all have to look into being transfer students or just...wait until next year to finish it all out. I don’t want to go home.”
 
Maisy Dane

Shaking her head, Maisy stepped back and dried her eyes with the hem of her Quidditch robes. Why, of all places, she was always pouring her eyes out in the middle of the Small Hall. Seemed destiny, by now.

As Yvaine explained what happened, she shook her head. It was bad enough that they had to deal with Wizards, dumb and prejudiced, starting duels over blood rights and family names. But strangers with Muggle technology? It was a concept more terrifying than Maisy could fathom.

"Who would let them in?" She asked, half in disbelief, "The only House I could see putting the school at risk like thag is Slytherin... And why would they ever help Muggles? They were furious about the Squibs coming here... And they've never been for any cause beyond their own..." A cause. It was hard to think that's what this was anymore. It felt more like a war than ever, now.

Rubbing her arms, a chill rolling through her, she looked around the Hall, "Maybe it's better we go home, Eevee. This... this isn't how Hogwarts is supposed to be. What if they hadn't missed you? What if you hadn't gotten to me in time? Someone... someone died out there. Maybe more than one person. I don't know that they can protect us from this..."
 
She had points that sent his mind reeling through the mystery surrounding the event. Slytherin has always been a house blamed for producing bad witches and wizards, but it was all just coincidences that perpetuate the stereotype. It was also the house that tended to have more outspoken and well-to-do families and students who had a clear focus on their future goals. Why would they risk their futures so brazenly?

Most students had finished their trek and waited in the Great Hall. Yvaine looked in as they were now left alone in the Small Hall with nothing but the curious eyes of every portrait. It was as if time kept forward without them with the old memories from the very room in mind. It felt the same in their shared little bubble, where he could look over at his friend and feel fondness, but once he looked away he was met with the harsh realities of the present. One of the older looking wizards raised his finger, pointing out towards the other entrance as he called out, “Look!”

But it was the sobs that caught Yvaine’s attention. Delvine Traville, a Third Year Hufflepuff, burst into tears as she shuffled into the Small Hall, catching sight of the two upper class men she would have to pass to get into the Great Hall. In her hand was her wand, snapped in two with the top hanging by bent splinters.

“Did someone do this to you?” Yvaine asked as he approached, more focused on the answer than consoling the blubbering girl who shook her head in response.

“They made me do it,” she said to them.
 
Maisy Dane

Maisy's emotions had stabilized, but her mind still reeled from all that had happened. In their investigation, in concern for Yvaine, she had allowed herself to be distracted, but in the stillness that overcame the Small Hall, her thoughts drifted back to the Quidditch pitch, to the realization of what happened... It had been no freak accident that her broom was hit. Whether she was targeted for any particular reason didn't matter... What did matter was that for the first time in a long, long while, she felt the real threat of danger looming over her. And it was not an appealing feeling.

Yvaine turned as she did, at the sound of the girl's distress and Maisy stifled a gasp behind her hands as she caught sight of what the Hufflepuff held in her hands. A wand, Maisy had learned, her first week in Hogwarts, was an imperative part of a witch or wizard's life. The wand chose the wizard, and to lose it, or have it broken was beyond a great tragedy.

Stepping forward, she was startled by the girl's response, looking to Yvaine with an expression of great concern, "...Some... made you do this? Why would they? Who? Are they here, still? Eevee..." Turning to him, she frowned, "We should find the Headmaster and tell him what's happened. Maybe there are more still on the grounds!"
 
“You should all head into the Great Hall,” Professor Wikerwit said. The goblin eyed the three with a thick brow raised in silent questioning to their meeting in the Small Hall. “We need everyone accounted for as far as students are concerned. No exceptions!”

“We were just going to help look for anyone missing,” Yvaine said. “The Broken Wands could still be here.”

“The Headmaster is handling them, Mister de Sauvetter, I assure you,” Wilerwit said as he motioned for the trio to follow. “You too Miss Dane, Miss Traville.”

“Delvine’s wand was broken...” Yvaine’s words caused the professor to pause, and he turned to the tearful girl with concern.

“Do you have your wand with you, Miss Treville?” he asked, and she nodded as she held up the wand splintered and split in two. Gently, Professor Wikerwit reached up to take the wand. “I’ll look into repairs for you, but fret not! Replacements are achievable as well. Now come along you three, and take a seat at your house table. Any stragglers will be found and questioned after this point. I’ll be addressing everyone in the matter soon.”

Yvaine looked to Maisy, now knowing they would risk being a suspect if they pulled back to continue their search. “I guess we can just ask around our tables if anyone saw anything,” he whispered to her. “Some people might boast. You never know.” He dropped his voice further to mouth the words “I want to know who made her do it” while pointing down at the sniffling Delvine.