Mischief Manage

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"Y/N, wake up, we're here." A hoarse voice whispered as the sound of chatter, footsteps and objects being grabbed were heard.

The (H/c) female yawned whilst rubbing her eyes to fully wake herself up. She still felt fatigued but was happy as she remembered where they had arrived at. Her free hand extended before her as she felt the a stronger hand grasped onto it, the cold feeling of a metallic ring sending a brief shiver through her body.

The young Potter smiled in thanks to the youngest male of the Black family. He gave her a quick nod and a brief grin as both swiftly passed the excited crowd of students alongside their friends.

"You guys think anything interesting will happen this year?" Barty asked the group, his cigarette in hand as he took occasional puffs from it.

Y/N's nose hardly scrunched up in disgust at the smell of the nicotine and tobacco any more. She had grown all too accustomed to the Crouch's small act of defiance against his useless father. Not to mention the fact her house began smelling of it at the constant visits and hangouts at her's by Sirius Black.

Dorcas scoffed, "when isn't there? Potter is always embarrassing himself with his unending attempts of wooing Evans, those 'marauders' continue pranking and taunting Snape, the new spells and rituals we end up learning and the parties. Hogwarts is quite literally just filled with things to do."

Though the dark skinned female talked in favour of the question and the joy of Hogwarts, the sarcasm of her comments were ever present as she rolled her eyes. Barty, Rabastan and Evan exchanged a look before cackling with laughter, Pandora and Y/N smiling as Regulus just sighed at the group and their antics.

The three cackling 5th years got strange looks from other students, a few who knew their families and house quickly looking away from the group not wanting to cause any issues for themselves.

However the unknowing ones continued to stare, their gazes watching on in fascination at the group. Though the group currently seemed carefree and joyous, their walls stayed firm as they isolated themselves from the others around them. The group screamed of regalty and power, despite the three laughing, their status and poise figures echoing the amount of standing they held over the wizarding world.

Pandora and Evan Rosier, Heirs of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Rosier. The Rosiers holding strong standing in the world of dueling and fashion, their money much larger than most as they owned parts of France. Both Heirs acquired hair that was just a shade blonder than their relatives the Malfoys and heavy-lidded blue eyes that held the intelligence and aloofness that their jokes, grins and smiles could hardly hide. Pandora was quite good at herbeology and potions whilst her brother preferred charms.

Most often took to forgetting that the siblings hailed from a 'dark' family, as they had taken to calling the House of Rosier and the rest of the sacred 8. They believed their sweet spoken words, their smiles and grins and allowed for themselves to be drawn into their web. That was their mistake. The Rosiers tend to leer you into their web of words and promises that their veela blood aided and once they had you where they wanted you, they'd strike leaving you with nothing and you'd never even realise it was them in the first place. Truley a family of alluring sirens.

Rabastan Lestrange, second heir of the Most Noble and Ancient house of Lestrange. The lestranges were known for their dark arts alongside the House of Black, their power over military and knowledge of rituals being second to only the Blacks. The male's hair was a mess of inky curls and dark onyx eyes that seemed to ready to feast on even the smallest bits of weakness displayed. The male was arrogant and like a fierce storm ready to cause havoc at any second. The male was quite remarkable in the aspects of dueling and completely rituals.