Aurie Cartier comes from a rich family in France. Her family owns a jewelry business and both her family works closely with France ministry. She was forced to go live with her aunt and uncle who moved her and her cousins to Hogwarts. The eldest cous...
Aurie didn't bother going to Laurent's classroom that night. She wasn't sure what she'd warn him about. He would just tell her to mind her own business and keep to herself. He had too many secrets that lingered behind deep cobalt eyes. It was useless to even try to figure him out. Not without an upper hand. Instead Aurie made her way to the Slytherin common room and sat on the sofa. Muddling over her thoughts.
The short haired, pale blonde woman with pale green eyes sat in front of her. A sinister smile adorning her soft features. The woman meant business in a non so casual way. The gleam in her eyes says she was out for blood.
"Bonjour, Aurie Cartier. Happy to finally meet you in person."
Aurie tilted her head to the side. Golden eyes hardening in uncertainty. Who was this blonde bimbo and what did she want? "Bonjour, is there any way I could help you? You sure look like you need it."
The icy blonde let the comment roll off her shoulders. "I am sure we will be well acquainted soon. I've heard much about you from Beauxbatons. The school was quite lovely."
A shiver crawled up Aurie's spine. She wasn't sure what the rumors were about her now. Surely, they were talking about more concerning things. Her ex friends say she's in Azkaban. She knows because she's gotten the letters.
"I'm sure you understand that most of them aren't true." Aurie sat up straight in her seat. Her eyes kept contact on those pale green.
The girl who claims her name is Genevieve nodded. "I'm sure some of it rings true. You don't seem 100% innocent, Aurie. After all," she paused. "Why else would you be here at Hogwarts?"
Aurie bit her lip. She wasn't sure what she should reveal and what she shouldn't. Instead she shook her head. "I'm not sure what you're implying. I assure you that you have nothing to worry about other than yourself. Unfortunately, Genevieve, it has been a pleasure, but I am afraid it is time I retire to my dorm room. Au revoir."
Without a moment's notice she left to her room. She wasn't sure how much of a threat the girl would be. Aurie wasn't sure how much she knew. Was she a friend of a friend? Did she know the person who harmed her? If she did, would Aurie's actions be truly justified? Aurie sighed at the thought. What happened, happened. She cannot change the past. Only embrace the present and the future.
A few days went by. More dark wizards turning up with severed limbs. Headmaster Black has been strict on the curfew. Laurent was in charge of issuing proper punishments to those who get caught. It only made Aurie more suspicious. Especially, with Artorias seeming slightly more tired than usual. Things were just getting weirder.
She also hadn't seen Genevieve again...say for the few appearances in her dreams. But that was about it. It was as if the world stood still for a moment. In the morning she received a letter from a strange black owl.
The envelope was green and the sealing wax was etched with a beautiful M in the middle. It was Malfoy asking her out for a special lunch. She sighed. Aurie's gold eyes looked around for any other letter from home. None. None from her father. None from her mother. None from a fling she had before coming to Hogwarts. The feeling of homesickness stuck to her like an angry dog. Baring its teeth into her stomach. It was at that moment she realized she should probably take his offer. It was just lunch, right?
Dressing in a beautiful black gown and running a brush through her dark, wavy locks of hair. She was ready. Her eyes looked like delicious pools of honey. She pinched her cheeks to give a natural blush tone to them before leaving out the door.
Upon entering the garden she noticed the table was filled with familiar foods. They were to remind her of home. Her heart skipped a beat and she was admittedly touched by the notion. Did he want her to be comfortable or did he want more? She wasn't sure. Men have broken her heart for less. She quickly put the walls up again. It's just lunch, she told herself.
Septimus held out a beautiful red rose out to her as he gently bowed his head. "Bonjour, ma cherí." When he lifted his head his beautiful stormy grey eyes met hers. The light of the candles warmed his snow white hair. He looked truly handsome. It was as if the color green was made for him. She felt her metaphorical walls drop again.
The power this man seemed to have over her was unbelievable. Always seemed to have her in some trance that she can never escape from. How he looks. His scent. His existence. All enticed her. However, she also couldn't trust it. Love was an illusion. No man wanted to be with her. She was chubby. She was outspoken. A bit quirky. Too much. So many things that others deemed embarrassing. Then there was her last real boyfriend who treated her like garbage. She didn't want that for herself again. It's better to keep those at a distance. Less likely to hurt yourself. Whatever, Septimus wanted, she wasn't sure she could return.
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