𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

four

➶︎ SHARING CHILDHOOD
TRAUMA !

( warning: this chapter will have sensitive
topics, please skip this chapter if you are
unable to read through. thank you. )

AS MUCH AS SHE PRIDED her household, one could only last so long before everything crumbles down to pieces. Evangeline used to have a pure heart—like most children. She used to smile without any hesitance, naive and blind of all the twisted games reality has. But now...well, she'd only laugh bitterly with a melancholic look if she looked back at her four year old self.

Oh, Lord have pity to all the children who became mature too early, for it is the most tragic curse you can wish someone to have.

Shaky hands, light sleeping, hollow smiles, emotions unable to show even if wanted to. Those who don't understand these signs are blessed directly by Merlin, according to Evangeline. Trauma was a pain in the ass, an unpredictable one too at that.

But one thing's certain; every victim reacts differently to tragedy.

Some get insecure, some grow to become the penetrator, some end up with colons inked in their skin, some - like Evangline — overwork themselves to forget about it. Cowardly, it was, in her opinion. But what else could she do? She was a Black, and there was no time to grieve or fix herself. She had a reputation to uphold, an empty house to excel for.

Evangeline couldn't understand how some victims end up the way Theodore Nott did. She knew well enough to understand that Mrs. Nott did not end up passing away because she was 'sick'. She knew well of the quiet boy who'd glare at the thestrals every time they had to ride it at the start of a new school term. Yet she didn't understand how, rather than feeling bitter, her boy would just smile, making sure the people around him eat three meals a day, always asking if they're okay instead, when he himself spends most of his time at 'home' on the floor.

They were the same, yet so different at the same time. Like two sides of the same coin. None would have kept their sanity without the other, yet they could all the same. Evangeline was on the side of most Purebloods when it came to how she turned out. She caved in when the worst of it came. She was not a good person, surely. She was sure that if it weren't for the small amount of company with her left, she would have gone insane ages ago. She would have gone to a stage most Blacks do when they reached a point they couldn't handle — insanity. For unlike the other Purebloods, like Malfoy and Carrow, the Blacks were a stoic and elegant type of pure, and not a....show-off type. And we know all too well that keeping things bottled up to the edge will only drive to insanity. Theodore, however, was the gentle type, even if he does not seem it, for behind his facade of sneers and glares was a boy who understood what living in his environment could do, and tried to make a difference by being the opposite of what his penetrator is. It was why he only stuck to an arrogant looking expression, but never really said or did anything.

Perhaps he and her disowned uncle could relate to each other. Evangeline almost laughed at the thought of her soon-to-be and wanted uncle having tea of friendly terms.

Anyways, onto more positive thoughts now. The dowry conversation went off without a hitch. So much so, that by the end of the week, it was known all throughout the Wizarding community that Timain Nott's heir was officially courting the Black heiress.

Yipee!

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Y'all I OVERDOSED ON
MY MEDICINE ACCIDENTALLY-
I RLLY THOUGHT 3x A
DAY MEANT 3 AT ONCE NAWWW

Anyways weeee sorry for the short chapter :(
got sick so I wasn't able to write much
this week- also sorry for making a few
Of you guys worried last chapter bc I thought
it would be funny if I hinted that it wasn't
Theodore even if it was. 😁

What would you like to see in the
following chapters?