GRAVEYARD | h.p.

𝖎𝖎. CHAOS THEORY

SINCE THE UNIVERSE APPARENTLY HAS SOMETHING AGAINST ME, of course, I don't manage to sneak back into Knockturn Alley. Instead, I run into someone who has the second spot in my Least Favorite People In the World list. For those of you who don't know—or are too stupid to have figured it out by now—the list goes something like this: Elenara, Tara Lembar, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley. My father is a very close sixth, and I'm sure that he'll replace Weasels soon enough.

Anyways, Tara Lembar, in all her conceited glory, is standing outside of Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions. Because where else would she be? Surely not inside Flourish and Botts (which reminds me that I still have to buy my books... and all of my supplies, really) since she's too stupid to ever read. Only then do I notice the two tall, stiff figures standing next to her.

I realize that they must be her parents. Now it makes sense, I guess, on how Tara's pretty (on the outside, at least). The woman who I assume to be her mother has hair of strung golden silk and icy blue eyes, so similar to her daughter's that I want to throw up just looking at them. Meanwhile her father has dark raven hair, and I can tell that Tara learned her classic snooty-expression from him, since his is probably ten times more arrogant than what Tara wears every day. The most noticeable difference between Tara and her parents is that she's extremely short, probably the same height as Daphne Greengrass.

Shooting another glance at the family of three, I turn around so that I can quickly scurry away before I'm noticed, since the last thing I want to do is talk to Tara.

But I'm not fast enough.

"Ophelia!" squeals Tara, and I'm not sure what to make of it. By now, it's no surprise that she has said my name wrong, so I ignore that. Her voice sounds... surprisingly excited, but when I turn around to glance at her, she's wearing a grimace of disgust. I return the expression, kindly.

Tara's mother raises her eyebrows as she glances me over. "Is she one of your... schoolmates, Tara?"

Immediately, I can realize how Tara turned out to be the horrible person she is. Tara's mother regards me in a pompous, revolting manner,as though I'm a disgusting fly compared to her.

"I'd say," Tara's father starts, speaking about me the same way her mother did, "someone as ugly as her shouldn't be allowed in Hogwarts! Really, she's fatter than Vincent Crabbe! I knew we should have sent you to Beauxbatons!"

Both of them stop talking when Tara elbows them and motions to me, listening and watching, only a few steps away. Her mother purses her lips in a sort of apologetic way.

"What's your name?" though her expression is sorry, her tone gives away how little she thinks of me.

I'm over my initial shock at their blatant rudeness (which is sorta stupid, since I'm as rude—if not more—to people who I don't like). The surprise fades into a stinging pain in my chest but I ignore it and straighten out my posture. "Olivara Lyra Libson," I sneer at them.

Tara's parents don't seem to hear me, since her father checks his watch and mutters, "We're late..."

This immediately causes a frenzy, since Tara's mother gasps dramatically. "Oh no!" she cries, as though the thing what they're late for is the most important event in the world.

"Come now, Tara," her father calls out as her parents start to walk away.

"No!" She whines, stomping her foot on the ground for an additional, childish like effect. "I don't want to go to Gringotts! All the goblins are disgusting!"