𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟒 - 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐲
Arriving at Hogwarts was always a spectacle for Walburga, she would never tire of seeing the castle.
Stepping out of the carriage she took a moment to see it in all its glory.
The castle, with its majestic towers and sweeping architecture, loomed above her, a symbol of both tradition and the limitless possibilities of the magical world.
The sight of Hogwarts never failed to evoke a sense of wonder in Walburga, a reminder that she was about to enter a realm where spells, secrets, and adventures awaited.
Her moment of awe was cut short when Orion, with his impatience, gave her a push forward.
The bustling crowd of students began to stream towards the castle, and Walburga found herself carried along with the tide.
As they entered the Great Hall, with its enchanted ceiling and long rows of house tables, Walburga's gaze swept over the sea of faces. The Sorting Hat awaited its yearly duty, and the air buzzed with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
The familiar sights and sounds of the Sorting Ceremony marked the beginning of another chapter at Hogwarts, where the promise of magic and camaraderie awaited.
Taking a seat with the Slytherins, Walburga quickly looked down the row to find Alphard. Amidst the excitement of the Sorting Ceremony, she spotted her brother sitting with Carrow.
Meeting Alphard's eyes, she gave a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of their connection amid the bustling Great Hall.
As the Sorting Hat called out names, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Walburga settled in, feeling a sense of belonging among her green and silver-clad housemates.
Though Truth be told, Walburga didn't have friends. The prevailing assumption from students in other houses was that she was unlikeable.
Not that she cared for what they thought, she liked her isolation. She preferred it to the dim-witted students that surrounded her.
At least, that's what she told herself.
Orion on the other hand - had no choice but to be outgoing. Given his duty, most if not all of the pure bloods practically followed him around.
Once the Sorting was over and Headmaster Dippet finished his speech, the banquet of food magically appeared, decorating the tables with a tantalizing array of dishes.
The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as students eagerly reached for plates and began filling them with the delectable offerings that appeared before them.
The aroma of the freshly conjured feast filled the air, signaling the start of a new school year at Hogwarts.
Orion quickly began to fill his plate with sweets rather than actual food. He glanced over at Walburga, noticing she hadn't placed anything on her plate.
"Are you going to eat?" he asked.
Walburga looked up at Orion, a subtle quirk in her eyebrow.
"I'll eat when I'm hungry," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of indifference.
She continued to survey the banquet without making a move to fill her plate, seemingly unbothered by the array of tempting dishes before her.
Deep down, she knew why she wasn't bothering to eat. It seemed her mother's voice made a home inside of her head.
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The Tragedy of Walburga Black
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] In which the untold story of Walburga Black unfolds. She was a witch before she was a wife, mother, and cruel woman. ⭑⭑⭑ "You failed as a mother; I failed as a son. Can you sit here truthfully, and say you love me? Look in my eyes, and s...
