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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Before Nightfall, bitter cold September 10th, 1977
It was after my last lesson, that I went out to see the infamous Black Lake where Lily had said she sometimes went to read.
Remus was with Ella when I'd entered the common room to ask if he'd like to come with me, he'd shot me an apologising look but that's what's weird, it looked more of a pitying look.
Not being able to stand the other 'marauders' looking at me in a weird way, too, I exited at once.
I didn't need anybody, that was pathetic. I was perfectly fine on my own. Without a father, without a mother, without a grandparent, without a sister, without a friend.
I was alright, I have been alright for a very long time and that wasn't going to change now.
I removed my shoes halfway to the lake and dropped them somewhere on the way, removing my robes and loosening my tie, my ring-clad fingers hovering there while I finally reached the chilly water and sat down, heaving a sigh.
A puff of smoke reached my nose and I scrunched it. He saw me the exact moment I saw him.
"Sirius?" I widened my eyes. " . . . Black?"
It wasn't him. But it was a boy very, very similar to Sirius Black.
He turned to look at me with an annoyed expression, cigarette halfway to the lips - which were split and bleeding, fingers adorned with silver rings, one of the shining brighter than the rest under the faint illumination of the evening sky. The Black Crest.
"I'm sorry, are you - "
"What do you want?"
I'm taken aback by the tone. What is it with Blacks and people who're trying to be friendly? Do they always do this? Be mean to them? I scowl, "I don't want anything, I was merely asking if you wanted to be alone."
"Very hypocritical of you, Hawke."
"You know who I am?"
"I know Ella Hawke's sister."
I grit my teeth. "Why do people only know me as Ella Hawke's sister!?"
He smirks at that, leaning farther into the Wych elm tree behind him. "Envious, are we?"
"I'm not envious." I huff. "I adore my sister. And she adores me. I just don't understand what's she done to have her all famous around here?"
"Besides fucking half the guys of the school, you say?"
My eyes bulge out. "What?"
"She's a whore, your sister." He rolls his eyes. "I personally don't like her. But the others do. She's got a knack for charming people, sure. But she's an attention seeker, that's what she is."
