𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐦. 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

Chapter Four

28 October, 1942

It had been a few weeks now that Evangeliya had become a student at Hogwarts, nearly a month.

She had become accustomed to the English, fascinated by their behaviors.

It had become apparent to Evangeliya, that there were quite a lot of people at Hogwarts who didn't mind muggles, which she thought were odd. For in Bulgaria, blood-traitors were rare, and if you were to be one, you were to expect great shame.

Much stricter rules and expectations were set in Bulgaria, and there, Evangeliya was worshiped. The Ivankov family was of very high rank in their wizarding community. They were the perfect family. Powerful, rich, attractive, pureblood.

Since the day she was born, Evangeliya had been treated with adoration and respect, constantly being reminded how important she was just by other people's actions towards her.

She wasn't getting that validation at Hogwarts. Maybe some validation, but not what she was looking for. Here, she was being treated as a toy. Something interesting and new to make the boring lives of Hogwarts students a little different.

The fact that she was undeniably beautiful, though, was not making her situation worse. The attention that Evangeliya was getting from these random boys honestly, was more entertaining to her than flattering, but flattering nonetheless.

Evangeliya was in the common room alone writing to her mother and father, explaining the differences at Hogwarts compared to Durmstrang.

She informed her parents that the second she graduated she wanted to have nothing to do with Hogwarts or any of the British wizard community, beside the select few friends she had made, who had acceptable views and blood status.

Her mother and father would be more than displeased to hear this, though they had no other choice. Evangeliya needed to be sent somewhere, she needed to graduate, and prove herself to be an excellent witch. They'd never forgive themselves, though, for sending their beautiful and perfect daughter to such a tainted school, she didn't deserve it.

Of course, the young Bulgarian witch knew in advance how her parents would feel, she made sure to write her letter in specific ways that would morph her parents with pity and disgust, feeling bad for their daughter.

When she had finished her letter, she realized that she didn't know where the owlery was at, she wasn't even sure if the school had one, but of course, why wouldn't they?

Walburga and the rest of the girls were out at a village called Hogsmeade, so she couldn't ask them. Evangeliya had yet to send her parents the permission form, though she wasn't in much hurry to do so.

She wasn't quite sure where Abraxas was, and she hadn't really become acquainted with anyone else at the school, besides her roommates and Tom Riddle and his friends.

She decided she would just try to find it herself, and so making her way out of the dungeons, letter in hand, she began her little quest.

The castle really was beautiful, she had to give it that. The detail in the stone and the beauty in those details, the comforting atmosphere too. It was like a charm had been casted over the castle, to give every student that warm, welcoming feeling. Evangeliya didn't like this feeling.

Back at Durmstrang, there wasn't a single room in the institute that didn't make Evangeliya want to curl into a ball and just lay there to sleep. It was always cold and dark, honestly she was supersized that students didn't start having issues with their vision with it constantly being so dark in the castle. Hogwarts was not like that. Hogwarts was open and comforting and warm, it wasn't dark or closed off.