🅂🅈🄽🄴🅂🅃🄷🄴🅂🄸🄰 𝘧.𝘸.

1. Cathartic Nights

The devilish girl sat upon the grass as if it was her own hell. Eris Malacoda was enjoying herself alone on the hill she's spent her whole summer wasting her days in need of an escape. Recently she felt as if the world was crumbling. And it was. A war on the rise, and anyone who said otherwise was talking out their arse. People could describe Eris as a cynic, but she'd simply tell them that being a dick doesn't make yours bigger. Let alone her crimson hypochondriac narcissistic father, or the loneliness that ate her up like some parasite. 

Beads of sweat collected on her forehead as her wooden Greadio radio played Alanis Morisette. In moments like this that Eris felt relief. The obstacles the world handed to her were the last thing on her mind, as she basked in the last rays of sunlight to graze over her town. Her tangerine aura merged into a spring green. All the worries that normally plagued her brain seemed to melt away. Enjoying the last couple days of summer, watching the sun set, the orange and pink hues blending into violets and indigos. Her breathing was calm, as she closed her eyes envisioning her own personal euphoria.

Eris knew that in three days, she'd be back on the Hogwarts Express, back in a world where that seemed to always be unstable, where asshole people plagued the surface and the others were just pushovers. And she'd feel like the people who claimed to be trying to help, weren't trying hard enough if the feuds from centuries ago were still a problem. 

Around 7:30 Eris collected her journals, guitar, and radio and started to head home. She was able to escape yet another day from her parents. If she stayed home, they'd hover over her whilst walking on eggshells. Eris often felt like people played games with her, and wished that for once someone would be upfront with her. She knew it would never happen. 

The girl started her trek towards her house whilst humming a tune she wrote earlier. Walking gave her time to think; time to get stuck in her head, and anticipate what would happen next. Her thoughts were navy clouds of anxiety for the new year. Everything would be different, with the events that took place last year. She wondered what the Hogwarts professors would think. That led her to wonder what new idiot teacher would take the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. Sure, there were a couple gems, but in her previous six years at Hogwarts, most would be classified as idiots. Hell, you'd be an idiot to take the position when literally no one comes back for the next year.

Finally, Eris reached her house. It was larger than average, with ivory walls decorated with ivy vines and purple flowers. The elegant exterior contradicted what went on within those ivory walls. Eris unlocked the stained glass door, and was met with a loud argument over silverware. To avoid being caught in the middle, like she so often was, she snuck up the stairs and slinked into her room to take a relaxing bath, in an attempt to get her fucked up sleep schedule back to normal. 

As the clock closed in on midnight, Eris Malacoda took in what was left of that cathartic feeling, preparing for another day, whilst slumber took over her body.