The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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Hogwarts, Scotland, 1977 September 6th, early winter
Bathing was easily my favourite pastime.
Sleeping was next and then came chess and riddles. I liked solving them, even though half the time I failed to do so.
I was missing my grandfather awfully. Even though I'd thought my relationship with him was now tainted by my anger and grief, it wasn't entirely gone.
And the days of my summer when we'd spent time together, doing little things like watering the gardens and trying to cook on the days the maids would not come, it had grown on me. I'd started to think of him as my father figure - I'd started to give him the authority to hurt me. Something I'd sworn I'd never do.
But what use was it? I'd already broken the vow with Ella. And now my sister had the full leisure of walking over me like I was garbage. I probably was.
Ella was beautiful. Ella spent her days and nights with boys. Ella hated studying. Ella was loved. Ella was of Hogwarts, and I was not. I am not jealous, I would let hell freeze before I would ever be jealous of Ella but - I missed her. Lord, I missed her.
It was late and I'd missed breakfast when I got to the Defence against Dark Arts classroom. I didn't have the heart to miss it. I'd already gotten detention within three days of my arrival here and it was not going well for my reputation building.
For some reason, Lily was annoyed by me. She was ever since I'd played that prank of Snivellous. I didn't know why but one could almost think the two were friends.
Coming to think of it, I'd never seen her share laughs when others made fun of Snape. It was only Marlene who was absolutely gleeful by the insults thrown at the greasy-haired boy.
I decided not to mention anything until I could find her somewhere alone. The last thing I wanted was for Ella to make me feel less worthy only because I wanted to know what I'd done for Lily to hate me.
Don't be silly, I thought. She didn't hate me. Hate was a big word. Hate was the word you use for Madame Maxime.
The door was open and the class was loudly whispering, giggling or yelling. The professor must not have arrived yet.
My eyes instantly found Remus' and I wanted nothing more than to stand beside him, so I did.
"Hello, Lupin." I smiled widely, it fading when I noticed Ella sitting beside him where I originally wanted to sit. "Oh, hey Ella."
"What are you doing here?" She cocked her head.
"I . . . " I cursed myself for being so awkward whenever she was around. "I thought I'd sit with Remus."
"Well, too bad, El." She smiled at me. "He's already sitting with his friend."
I frowned. Did the two of them talk about me? Remus frowned, too. But I nodded and turned back. Of course, Ella and Remus would gossip like that. What was I even thinking? Made friends my arse. All the people here were Ella's mates and I was so out of place.
