Y/n l/n was ashamed of the way she died. Choking on an olive wasn't exactly the most elegant way to go. She didn't even like them, her 'friends' had forced her- and when she gagged because of the horrid taste, it got caught in her throat.
But when...
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OLIVE EVANS REPEATED HER usual morning routine like she did each morning. She tiredly brushed her teeth while staring at herself in the mirror. She had gotten very used to seeing Olive instead of Y/n — something she never had thought possible at first.
She could remembered the very first time she had fully looked at herself in the mirror. Olive had almost had a full on mental breakdown. . . Not because she was sad or particularly upset that she had been born into a world of magic, into a family who's future only consisted of tragedy, no. She felt bad for feeling relieved. Because she had been granted her greatest wish.
She had escaped her family.
Olive twisted one of her red curls between her fingers, and leaned closer to the mirror. She had the same emerald green eyes that Lily did, the only real difference was the speck of golden brown that could be seen close to the pupil if one looked close enough. She had thick eyelashes and freckles covering almost every inch of her pale skin. Her hair was ginger, but a more brownish ginger than her sisters. She remembered how much more orange it was when she was younger. Slowly but surely, her fiery red hair was turning a very red-ish brown. All Olive knew, was that she looked completely different from Y/n.
"Liv!" Someone yelled as they banged on the door. "I need to take a shower, hurry up!"
"Fine!" She said with toothpaste still in her mouth. "Chill out, Dorcas." She sighed after she spat it out in the sink. She cleaned her toothbrush and the sink after her, looked into the mirror one last time, before opening the door— allowing a very pissed off Dorcas to enter into the bathroom.
"It's been thirty minutes," Dorcas huffed as she passed her.
Olive got dressed, and headed out of the girls dormitories. She looked around in the common room, her eyes travelling over the large glass window which showed the murky water in the Black Lake. She looked towards the couch, where she usually would find a certain Narcissa Malfoy sitting with her group of minions, only to find it completely empty. It was highly unusual.
Olive simply shrugged it off, it wasn't her business anyways. As she exited through the stoned wall and walked past the potions classroom — she stretched her arms over her head. Then suddenly, the air surrounding her started to feel cold, and time seemed to slow down before eventually stopping completely. She breathed out a heavy breath — having stopped to look around — her breath could be seen in front of her. The air was as cold as ice, but strangely enough, she didn't feel cold. She placed her hand on the railing of the stairs leading to the first floor, and started to ascend. She walked up the stairs, and entered the corridor which had portraits of old witches and wizards. All of the portraits seemed to be frozen in place— or rather, moving extremely slowly. As she reached a particular painting of a man on a horse, the wind was suddenly knocked out of her— and she found herself standing in a place she didn't recognize.
