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1975. A time of struggle for muggles and wizards alike. While the cold war is at its height, the wizarding world is faced with a war of its own. The Daily Prophet has reported nothing but bad news as of late. There have been disappearances, murders, dark marks in the sky, and sightings of strange men in masks. Whispers say this is all the work of the Dark Lord, an enemy so formidable no one dares to speak his name.

A dark cloud hangs over Hogwarts, for even its peace has been disturbed. The promise of a new academic year and its would-be adventures are instead shrouded in unspeakable fear. There are those who come to Hogwarts with dark intentions and even darker magic. No one knows who they are. They stay in the shadows, bearing the faces of old friends or foes, whispering, scheming...

In this age of growing racial prejudice, the well-being of half-breeds and muggle borns hang in the balance.

Hogwarts is no longer safe.
Current Chapter 5: Strange Circumstances

Date: Saturday, October 4, 1975
Time: 4pm
Weather: Cloudy

It won't be long, they say, until Hogwarts closes its doors for good. What is said to be the safest place after Gringotts seems unable to uphold its reputation any longer. In fact, it is severely damaging it. After the hijacking of the Hogwarts Express, the last thing the school needed was another security flaw to cripple its already tainted reputation. But that is exactly what transpired over the last week. Rumors say that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again, and whilst many were unaware what it meant, knowledge and fear spread quickly. One thing is for certain: a monster is on the loose, and anyone is in danger, especially those born to muggle parents; for Slytherin was an unkind and prejudiced man, and it was he who created the basilisk to dispose those he deemed unworthy to attend the school.

By far, there have been two victims. Luckily, there have been no deaths yet, but the incidents were enough to close the school temporarily for investigations. Those unable or do not wish to return home for the time being are instead holed up in Hogsmeade. Classes have ceased for at least a week now, but if all goes well, they will resume by next week under the supervision of a new headmaster. The identity of the headmaster is currently unknown; even the professors have been extremely tight-lipped about it. All that is known is that Dumbledore has disappeared, and that someone from the ministry has been sent to replace him.

In the meantime, the students are free to do whatever they wish; unless they are below the age of 17, in which case they are not permitted to use magic out of school bounds. There are a few faculty members about as well, for the students could never be left alone for whatever reason.

Though there is a looming threat over them, a glimmer of hope and fun remains. For the time being.
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Ash wasn't expecting Morrigan's retaliation at all. After all, she couldn't have heard him anyway's...not that his words had been hard or rude by any means. Unfortunately he obviously wasn't a good judge of character or understanding how one reacts to a small comment and he payed dearly for it.

He had one moment of dread as a baby Mandrake was ripped from it's cosy little pot, his mind having a moment to unhelpfully register the fact he wasn't wearing any earmuffs to protect him from it's scream. It was safe to say, it was the most horrible sound he'd ever heard, striking right into his brain and making everything spin. The last thing he saw, before everything went dark, was Elise mouth.

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Jasper Grey


Jasper had almost ripped the bucket from Joan's hand while she was distracted, only the girl ended up gripping it just before it slipped free. In fact, this plan was covering him in more water then the girl's first attack had and had almost landed him with hay in the face.

Growing impatient with making no progress with the bucket and unaware of where Joan's misfire had landed; Jasper hook his ankle around the back of her legs, intending to sweep then from under her. What he didn't take into consideration was the spilt water on the floor and how slippery it had made the surface.

Instead of simply knocking Joan to the ground and gaining the bucket, he took them both down, hard and covered them both in the last of the water. "Well, fuck..." He muttered.

  
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Elise was stunned that the raven haired witch shoved her and equally grateful that Ash was there to stop her from stumbling till she hit the floor. She wouldn't put it past her - she had walked into things and tripped over air before. So somehow ending up hitting her head on the ground from a mere shove was likely. Twisting her head, she turned to give her friend a small smile before gathering herself properly and brushing down her clothes, smoothing them out. It was only then that she turned her grey gaze to Morrigan, her brows furrowing slightly. Dirt or not, shoving was unacceptable! It wasn't as if she punched or threw a pot at the older witch for heavens sake!

However, her brief musings were cut short when she felt a weight against her, forcing her attention away from her internal complaints about Morrigan. Shock quickly consumed her when her eyes settled on the collapsing Ash, a gasp falling from her lips as she hurried wrapped her arms around him, his fall dragging her down slightly as she kept him from hitting the floor. "Ash?! Ash!" She called out, her gaze worriedly studying his face as his eyes shut, concern twisting her features. The sight of his earmuffs on the ground was all it took for a calmer, anger laced gaze to flicker to Morrigan. Her expression went from fear to apathy to a polite, faux smile.

Adjusting her grip on Ash, she pulled his arm over her shoulder while her other wrapped around his middle as she slowly got to her feet, pulling Ash with her. Looking to Effie, she smiled comfortingly, "Come on Effie, help me get Ash to the infirmary." She called out, only turning to Morrigan after - addressing her last purposefully. The faux smile slithered into place, happiness masking her annoyance. "I didn't expect such as careless mistake from you, please be careful next time to pot the mandrake right." She emphasised her final words in reference to Morrigans earlier angry-filled insult, a smile on her lips the whole time as she spoke. Having said her piece, Elise slowly left the room, Ash it tow, to head for the Infirmary.
 
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Sanguine agreed completely with Joan - she had been crazy but before she could continue her feeble attempt to see if Joan knew her eyes changed colour, if they even did, the boys returned. Turning her green orbs to them, a faint scowl twisted onto her lips as the sight of the cleaning equipment, her attention returning to the detention task and the smell that felt like it was burning her nose. At least, the vinegar smell of Joan assaulted her nose till a much more enticing one took up the entirety of her focus. Her head snapped around instantly, eyes caught on Ivar where instinctively she knew the smell of blood originated. A sharp intake of breath was all it took for her to quickly slam her hand once again over her mouth and nose before she twisted around and faced the complete opposite direction.

Slowly getting irritated, Sanguine forced her eyes to snap closed, her brows furrowed as she did her best to ignore it though everything else screamed at her to do something. She was far a from happy - though she had fed only a few days ago her lash out prior had a bigger impact on her than she originally believed if she was so riled up by the smell of blood this long after drinking from Wallace. Her teeth faintly pressed into the flesh of her palm, though did not break the skin as she let the feeling distract her temporarily.

At least, till something hit her.

Stunned, though faintly finding this situation familiar, Sanguine turned around to look at the hay that littered the floor. However, that was quick from her mind when she noticed the dead mouse laying morbidly with what was thrown at her. Her reaction was quick, her hand slipping from her face as a sharp, scream fell from her lips as she stumbled back a few steps to get far away from the small, dead animal. Her arms wrapped fearfully around herself, her eyes wide as she stared at it for a moment before looking to them. "What the hell!" She screeched, fear becoming annoyance as she looked at all of them with a fiery gaze. Ignoring the urge to simply leave questions till after she knocked the lot of them out - though given that opportunity she would probably of attacked Ivar, she growled before pointing around them. "I'm going to pretend that did not happen and you will say nothing," She threatened, referring to her scream only seconds before. "And we are going to clean so we can all leave." Sanguine finished, looking at them all angrily with little intention of giving them much of a choice.
 

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"Finders Keepers!"

Peeve's voice ringing out of no where nearly startled the red headed boy to death. Glancing from his stall his steel cold gaze curiously captured a fleck of silver hanging from the ghost's hands before it disappeared as he left the bathroom. What an obnoxious dead man, but he wasn't the type to feel sorry for people who clearly deserved it. Slapping a hand over his face he stifled a laugh when the blonde was blasted with water. It was difficult, sure peeve's was annoying but Wallace couldn't help but find his laughter infectious. Once she left the bathrooms he erupted into such a boisterous laughter. A rare occasion these days.When his laughter finally subsided he left the stall and couldn't help but sigh. Now they had to clean up this mess? No. Of course not. It's obvious the students had no skill in fixing such disasterious plumbing issues, and so he left to go fetch a teacher. At least he managed to clean the majority of the bathrooms. At this point there was probably only a few left to do now, and they could get those done while someone fixed the faucet in this bathroom. His icy blue eyes watching as Rory prowls after Juniper, but all Wallace could do was shake his head. What a creep... he thought as he walked off.
 

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Elizabeth clicked her tongue in annoyance. How pathetic, god what do I see in this boy... she thought to herself looking over Oliver. Then she shook her head with a disappointment in herself. She could have anyone she wanted, and yet this boy held her heart. It was sad really. Her eyes following Oliver's gaze as he tried to fix his newest mistake with Lynn, the red head running off in fear or whatever? Elizabeth wasn't sure having not been able to hear her as she left. The blonde pursed her lips once again. Now she was going to have to fix this mess! Thank god Sang wasn't as impudent as this raven haired boy next to her. She crossed her arms and shot him a slight glare when he looked so pathetic. The expression faltered though, and it softened. Then she looked away with a huff. "I suppose it can't be helped...." she mumbled lowly as an attempt to make him feel better.

Lifting a hand to her ear she tugged on it. It was really annoying her, but it would only be a inconvenience for a few days she assumed. Linking her arms around Oliver's closest one she brought him closer to her as they walked down the hallway to the infirmary. Craning her head so her lips were just brushing his ear lobe she whispers. "Just don't look at me like that again. Friends don't assume the worse in each other. Right?" The words were like ice that pierced the heart. It was clear that she was angry with him as her grip tightened on him just a little to emphasize the point. There was a bit of a pause, and then she smiled as if nothing was wrong. "It's annoying...kind of a dull sting..." she huffs again adverting her gaze. "Thanks for asking..."
 

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"Haha you look ridiculous!" Davi laughed at Henry's disheveled hair once he finally caught up. Of course he had to up Henry with a stunt of his own! Tightening his grip on his broom he pulled up, and the Spaniard boy decide to do a loop de loop to show off. Then there was a strong gust of wind that blew by, nearly causing him to loose control of his broom. Though instead he decided to ride it, allowing it to veer him off to the left. Once out of the gust he returned to Henry's side. "That was a close one!" He laughed.
 

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Seeing the look on her Effie stilled. She knew what a look like that entailed, and it was most likely nothing good. "Morrigan wa-" but before she could get anything more out the ravenette had ripped out a baby mandrake from it's pot. It's cries causing her friend and pen pal Ash to faint in her cousin's arms. Rushing the woman Effie forced the Mandrake out of her hands and stuffed it back into the pot. Leaving it out was a danger to it and everyone around it. She shot Morrigan a cautious glance, sort of awed in shock. Effie knew that there wasn't always good in the world, her cousin had taught her that. Weeds are flowers too, once you got to know them sure, but not everyone was just a bully with a sad story to tell. Some people were just born evil..even if Effie didn't like to admit to such things. Shaking such thoughts from her head she looked to Elise when the girl called her name. "O..okay..." she whispered in response to her cousin as she left Morrigan's side to help Elise with Ash. Taking an arm and warping it around her shoulder she hoisted the boy up along with Elise. Her emerald hues glancing up to her cousin when she made a final remark to the woman. "I...I'm going to tell McGonnall...." Effie said lastly, mostly for Elise's own ears as the left the green house.
 

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The sound of cawing caused Ren to look around expectantly. Was it who he thought it was? The familiar worried tone of his mother immediately brought a smile to his face. "M-Mom! Thank goodness." he breathed as the woman pulled him into a warm embrace. When she let go he shook his head at her question "Erm..not this time? We weren't grouped together for some reason. I thought you knew. It's the reason I got so lost...." he admits looking a little uncomfortable with the situation he ended up in. He wondered if the others thought he had bailed on them. Man this was just not his day. He merely nodded when she said that they were going to go find his group, assuming they were still even there? Another one of Merle's caws caused Ren's milky clear eyes to shoot up at the bird, but it only flapped it's wings deciding to hop onto the boy's shoulder now. It's beak affectionately nipping at his ear causing him to giggle. Lifting a gloved hand he ran it along the birds folded wings. Using a free hand he took his mother's and followed her to the location where Lynn, Oliver, and the others were going to meet up for dusting the portraits.
 

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Ivar Ragnulf



Ivar stared blankly at Jasper with his aching brow twitching painfully. The remark seemed less than humourous at that very moment. Maybe it was because Ivar couldn’t completely appreciate his Australian counterpart’s sense of humour at the waning moment of immense pain. “If you had done this to me in a closet, God help me if it was a bedroom.” The Swed said sarcastically rolling his eyes. “Something tells me you’d be into all kinds of fetishes,” he finished dryly.

Before looking at Joan thinking of a more suitable answer. “Peeves happened,” the rather depressive boy commented looking at sooping bloodied towel. “Knocked a bucket on me head, and the eyebrow piercing I had… Got stuck?” Ivar explained in an impressively accurate robot like tone of voice. The glint in his beautiful amber eyes dulled and somewhat withdrawn, wondering if this was going to course a problem for the other girl a present. Sanguine Faust.

In an instant, her reaction caught him, the twisting of her facial expression and contorting of her body. It was a concerning sight, though the interactions between Jasper and Joan were somewhat the distraction from the distressed girl.

It was nothing too unusual, but it was often exhausting. Standing there as if the world was on fire in front of him, Ivar expressed a bleak disinterest in their childish behaviour. Pulling a handkerchief from his leather the Swedish exchange student groaned dapping his wound, stepping away from the chaotic pair. Looking at his perfectly painted black nails— the artistry of Felix a rather dramatic character that took pleasure in painting his nails black for the suited attire.

“I saw nothing, nothing at all… Anyway, I’m gonna leave for now and stop bleeding all over the floor.” Ivar excused himself, wiping around on his heels and wandered away.

  



 
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Anastasia Fitzgerald
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Anastasia seemed still and jaded by Deborah’s rather dramatic reaction. It seemed that she was going to paint herself the victim in a pool of bitterness and jealousy. Classic Deborah Johnson, Annie reminded herself of the incident with Tasha and Debbie in fifth year. There was a similar jealousy trip— so what more is to be expected.

In the conclusion, Annie knew that this year was going to further drama and strive broken relationships. Little did she know of what was truly in store for the students of 1975.

At the closing of this chapter would bring a new to life— friends could be foe and foe could be friends. If anything from the events on the Hogwarts Express taught her anything. Expect the unexpected.
 
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Cyrus Grey


Cyrus found herself walking into the infirmary the world spinning bitterly. God, she was glad to have got there in one piece. It seemed some of the stairs on the way had made it a challenge for her, but it wouldn’t be the better of her. The idea of taking a trip to the kitchens was ditched— as much as she wanted to see Tasha, Deborah was another thing.

That thing was for another day to handle… Drama with a splitting headache would be like splitting her skull.

Collapsing dramatically into a free bed, the girl drew the covers over her body. Shielding her screaming eyeballs from the piercing lights, and sealing her in a state of dark peace. Soon, sleep overcame her and Cyrus finally had a proper chance to slip into a peaceful nap. What she really needed at that moment.
 
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Morrigan Quinn


Morrigan‘s gaze lit but with a rather impressed, and amused glint in her eyes. Running gloved hands along the roots of the baby mandrake, the girl watched as Elise Campbell left with her little painfully sweet counterparts. Quite the careless mistake, she thought with a rolling of her eyes. Staring at the squirming mandrake free from soil, she pictured the very memory of torturing Persephone Gaunt the day her parents were murdered.

It was inhuman what she did next and without little remorse. Quinn gripped the roots of the mandrake and began to pull them off. The whaling deafened by the earmuffs she wore, and cotton she stuffed into her years prior.

Dropping the striped plant at her feet before leaving herself, Morrigan called this the conclusion of her detention. Something that wasn’t quite a drag after all.

Campbells surprisingly have some balls and Hawthorn… No doubt, Hawthorn would be a profitable being to have on the side of the Dark Lord. She concluded with an ever-present smile. A sassy flick off her head lead to the earmuffs she wore to fall onto the earth, as her slim hands threw the gardening gloves across the school grounds.

Her next plans was to see her secret love— Juni.


  



 
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Lauren stared blankly when Alistair began on his way once more. The burning conflict between both purebloods made the girl grew quiet. She knew nothing about that kind of conflict so it was best not to get involved. “Ah, Alistair?” The girl finally piped up in a soft tone of voice before he turned away into the bathroom closer to their detention meeting spot. A small whisper left her lips before he disappeared into the shadows.

“I’m sorry it’s like this for you,” and with that, she went on her away to the meeting spot. Hoping to get ahead on everything: in that case she could be less of a burden.
 
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FRESH FROM THE GRAPEVINE

  VOL. LXXV.—NO. 3   THIRTY-FOUR PAGES   MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1975   PRICE 1 KNUT
  
Head boy to fiancée: I love your brother
Just yesterday, Alistair Blackbourne shared a heated kiss with his fiancée’s brother, Everett Sayre, in an empty hallway.

What a casanova this man has turned out to be. For someone so prim and proper, he has certainly exceeded the Grapevine’s expectations this year, and all within a span of a week too! Our most dedicated readers would know that Alistair recently cheated on his fiancée with the latter’s best friend, Persephone Gaunt. One must be wondering: is the Head Boy in a rebellious phase?

An arranged marriage can’t be easy, after all, especially when you’re so young and handsome, and when many avenues (and legs) are simply opening up on your behalf. Or maybe it isn’t so much a rebellious phase, but an identity. A man with hair like that will certainly have homosexual tendencies, no matter how straight those locks may seem.

And what a romantic sight it was indeed: two lovers
in a mostly isolated hallway, seeking solace in each other’s arms and stealing kisses where prying eyes can’t see. For they both know their love is forbidden, and one must marry to someone else soon in order to keep their indecent affairs secret.

ASH CASTER, NEARLY KILLED BY A PLANT

What’s more unfortunate? Death by embarrassment, or death by mandrake?

Ash Caster saw his life flash before his eyes when he pulled an adult mandrake from its home in the soil yesterday. It’s a good thing lady luck was watching over him, or else the poor man would have never lived to tell the tale. What possessed him to repot mandrakes without earmuffs anyway? Had he not learned anything at all in Herbology class?

It’s a good thing something happened to break his fall. And thanks to Morrigan Quinn’s quick thinking, the boy was immediately sent to the infirmary to recover. One would be relieved to know that Hogwarts isn’t entirely filled with idiots.

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If you've got a camera and a talent for taking photos, why not head over to the Newspaper club room and show us what you've got? Give yourself the exposure you deserve and earn a generous amount in the process. Talented writers also welcome.

 
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Chapter IV. The Empty Portraits

Date: Sunday, September 28, 1975
Time: 4pm
Weather: Cloudy, high chance of rainfall

It has been a month since school began, three weeks since detention. Things seem to have mellowed down quite significantly since then. Some have managed to work out their differences; others simply kept their grudges within to fester like an infected wound. But in spite of it all, time goes on as usual. The days fly by in a blur.

September is about to end.

A new teacher has been appointed for the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall is now Acting Headmistress, as Professor Dumbledore has been extremely scarce of late. Rumors say that the man has worked himself into deep trouble with the ministry. For what exact reason, nobody knows, though there have been speculations.

Meanwhile, The Daily Prophet remains to be a prophet of bad news. There have been raids. Murders. All of them seemingly illogically violent. "Nonsensical bloodshed," the journalists call it, placing the blame unto various nameless persons gone rogue. But it is a futile attempt at disguising the fearsome and indisputable fact that the Dark Lord is rising. The rumors have been true this whole time, though most refuse to admit it.

But Hogwarts remains mostly detached to all this. Its students have their own mysteries to solve, after all. It seems the portraits have been going empty every Sunday. Its usual inhabitants would mysteriously disappear like clockwork, then reappear again every Monday morning as though nothing out of the ordinary occurred. The students have repeatedly tried to coax an explanation out of these portrait folk, but to no avail. The portraits insist they have been dwelling in their homes all along, or otherwise keep their painted mouths tightly shut to any inquiries.

As to be expected, curiosity grows like an unstoppable weed. Wild theories have spread like wildfire. Bets have begun. And the school's own Ghoul Stories club has even started a competition in which everyone is invited to participate. Whomever finds the truth to the mystery first will earn a special prize: 50 galleons!

It's a tempting offer indeed. Who would pass up such a glorious opportunity? It seems almost too good to be true.
 
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"Hey," Debbie fell into step next to Lynn. Quidditch practice had just ended, and they were just about to store their broomsticks into the shed. "So I know Quidditch practice is over, but there's just one tiny thing I wanted to talk to you about."

She smiled just then, a faint smile, as if she struggled to find the words to say next. "See, I think you have fairly good technique, but if you ask me, you could stand to be a little bit more aggressive. Just to intimidate the other team, you know? Not to pressure you or anything, but you are the Keeper. If everyone thinks you're weak, they're just going to attack you, and there's not much the rest of the team can do about that. And maybe work on your flying as well. I know you only have to stay in one spot, but it helps to have a lot of speed when you need it. You never know when you're going to need it..."

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Juniper turned to Morrigan, her hand lifting in the same motion to grip the locket tucked around her neck. After spending three and a half days hunting down Peeves to get the damn thing back, she hadn't been able to bring herself to part with it for even a moment. In fact, checking on it had become a twitch of hers. One almost as common as her spikes of rage. She'd had no opportunities to get to Gaunt, none that had been as perfect as three weeks ago.

She hurriedly shoved the memory to the back of her mind as anger curled in her stomach. Never had she been so disgusted by her own failure and then to tell Morrigan of it. Her pride had taken a major blow and no opportunity had arisen to amend it.

"This is the last day, I'll waste my time following this fool around," She muttered, glancing over Morrigan's shoulder. She hadn't been following Gaunt everywhere, but payed close attention to when she wandered close to this particular bathroom, which wasn't often. "I'll drag her up by her hair if need be," She said under her breath, turning her body slightly so she was leaning against the wall. She drew her wand from it's sheath and rolled it between her finger's as she glared down the hall.

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Morrigan was able to sense something gabbing at Juniper since the detentions they both faced in a separate incidence. There were results from both, and neither seemed to be the reward they wished for. It still appeared the halls of Hogwarts weren't filled with the fear the Dark Lord needed to make his move. But, in those three weeks since detentions passed: Morrigan has made it her mission to keep constate tabs on the Gaunt girl in ways her love couldn't.

Mildly annoyed by her really frustrated demeanour Morrigan felt her mood soul almost instantly, she was foolish enough to admit she loved Juniper Muarry. But, not the Ravenclaw's painfully driven temper. "Hush, Juni and lower your wand," Morrigan spoke in a dull whisper turning her gaze to her dear secret, raising her hand to lower her wand. She used a gentleness no one else knew the Pureblood Witch was capable of. "I've been watching her near on three weeks, and she has been startlingly unwell, between classes or in the middle of potions she's had to take an absence." Morrigan hinted at some discoveries with an eye of interest, her cold eyes holding a sadistic little twinkle.

Everything was so perfectly falling into place when she watched the sickly pale Persephone Gaunt wander into the very bathroom they needed to go into. "Perfect," Quinn said to her counterpart almost as if they were stalking their prey into a dead end. Just the place they needed her to be. She was first to make her move towards the bathroom, but she was sure that Juniper wouldn't be too far behind. After all, both of them had been craving this day for so long.

Three weeks had been worth the wait for a moment of having the only Parselmouth in Hogwarts slip into the very bathroom they needed her to be in where the Chamber of Secrets lay.

Stepping into the hauntingly quiet girl's bathrooms, the only sound of a girl coughing into a toilet bowl seemed to disturb the perfect silence. But, that by no means was an issue for the scheming Quinn girl. She stopped and hid when it appeared the girl was as good as done and waited in the shadows cast in the overcast light from the windows.

Ahead there she stood: The heiress to all of this, and the only competition the Dark Lord could possibly have by blood purity and heritage as formidable. The darkly dressed girl thought with a darkening gaze overcoming her. Withdrawing her wand she waited to dare make the perfect move as the unsuspecting Persephone Gaunt washed her mouth out.


  



 
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Persephone Gormlaith-Avalon Gaunt

Persephone wandered the hallways that afternoon in a sluggish and sickly manner that she was beginning to find more occurant. Yet, with everything that had occured since the beginning of the school year the rather unforunate seventh year couldn't put her finger on it.

It must be stress and aniexties messing with me, since the nightmares still plague me at night. Persephone thought in an almost self-counselling manner, trying to soothe herself through rising nasuea. Wiping the presence of vomit from the side of her mouth with a cloth handerkchief the girl weakly pulled herself from the ground and flushed the toilet.

She took took deep breaths and tried to calm herself: further reflecting on what the course could have been. When an idea struck her cold, and she dug into her skirt's pocket and procured a small little diary. It wasn't much of a planner like many study crazy students had, but Percy used it for tracking other events or cycles. Her pace in flicking through pages seemed to grow with hast when she saw the number of blank dates.

It had long passed the date of September 5th and the flooding reminder of that evening's events caused her to empty the contents of her stomach once more. Heaving over the edge of the toilet bowl, Gaunt felt the sting of tears making themselves known.

"It can't be..." The girl whimpered, heaving out a dry sob as her hand found itself resting at the seams of her blouse. Pressing down her hand into the warm fabric, trying to make sense of everything. Unforunately, everything was making sense now. The recent unsettlled stomach, constant sensitivity new scents and foods, or change in her eating she desired more meats and saltiness to her normal more vegetable and fruit balance diet.

She was... Pregnant. The father the honourable: Alistair Blackbourne.

Finally, as the reality of everything seeped into her skin, Persephone left the safety of the toilet stall and now found herself washing her hand and mouth. Spitting the foul tasting water into the sink, the girl absent-mindly traced the serpent pattern on the sink of the tape she stood at to freshen up.

Yet, two sets of footsteps made the grim girl look up into the mirror. Getting a clear view the two behind her: Morrigan Quinn and Juniper Muarry. She felt her heartrate quicken, and with quite good reason. Since, nothing ever could come with alone with either of them, let alone together... She was now so much more aware of the other life she had to protect from them now.


 
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