The founders of Hogwarts, combined had the power to create, destroy and conquer, power beyond a muggles wildest dreams. Hogwarts was their home, their joy and when they discovered its future destiny, a war prophesied to murder youths and obliterate...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Breakfast was a much less grand event than the previous night's dinner, Lavinia had mused over her bowl of porridge, alone. Her previous companion had apparently decided that she was not worth a second conversation after tailing her that first night, the girl told herself it did not matter- she was not there to gain friends anyway. Though the way he slung an arm around Pansy a few benches away, saddened her somewhat. She did not recognise the emotion so she pushed it aside.
Her first lesson arrived soon and she was quite excited about it, having spent an entire childhood anticipating a class with people her own age around her. Helena had always enjoyed her classes, gushed about them even and the friends that she had made. Perhaps Lavinia would obtain friends there, she did not know why she was so eager. It took Lavinia until the threshold of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class to realise her mistake... Matthews... Malfoy.
Lavinia decided right then, as she took up her assigned seat beside Draco that some entity was certainly working against her. She didn't spare him a glance as she ordered her possessions, blocking out the way he spoke to Pansy on the row behind them and was glared at by Ron from the back of the class. Harry, also nearby, seemed to notice her iciness toward their enemy and smiled pitifully at her, shooting him a small, sad smile like a wounded kitten. Harry started scribbling away on a piece of parchment but didn't get the chance to slide her the note before the door opened and in entered the ministry worker. The sight of it stopped Harry from his actions.
"Good morning children," she smiled, a smile that was the opposite of anything friendly. Lavinia fixed her with a stare, not even bothering to consider if she was blinking or not as the woman began a slow patrol up the row beside them. "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations," the words appeared on the blackboard in a stark cursive. Lavinia couldn't claim to know anything about this subject, about any subject-- O.W.L's didn't exist in her time, but she would try her best with the well of information that she did have.
Blankly listening to the woman's words, Lavinia brushed up against her mental shields- subtly. As expected, they were surrounded by a powdery pink wall that seemed to reek of something far too sweet, rotten even. It made her stomach turn and she retreated back into her own head hastily, swallowing away nausea. What was wrong with this woman? She was tainted, rotted from the inside. Powerful though she certainly did not look it.
That awful sweet rot clung to her, making her shift and swallow nausea that was all in her head. Lavinia only grew enraged when she found herself focusing, instead on the boy beside her as Umbridge began to float books toward them all. Malfoy turned his own over in a single long-fingered hand and she relented, allowing her mind to flow to where it was drawn. The icy waters around Draco's thoughts instantly washed away the sickness churning in her and through a peak in a low wave, she watched a single thought float by-- Pansy Parkinson, sitting behind him and running her shoe covered foot up and down the inside of his calf beneath his chair- the reason why he hadn't noticed Lavinia's prolonged gaze.
