Primary // Remus Lupin

13

Enjoying their free period as Regulus remained in classes, Florence was laying on her stomach on Evan's bed flipping through a magazine as he sat on the floor of his dorm room with Francis playing wizard's chess. She was looking at the moving pictures of the models with a quill out, making sure to circle any article clothing she liked so she could possibly ask her mother for it. 

The chances of her mother actually buying it were slim since her mother preferred her in more elegant chic clothing instead of her casual so called cheap fashion style, but maybe if she caught her in a good mood she would buy it for her. Christmas was coming up after all and one thing Cassandra Baudelaire definitely wasn't was cheap. 

Florence acknowledged her mothers love language ages ago and though it disappointed her since what she really wished for was hugs or kind words from her, she had to admit there were benefits to the way she showed love through materialism. Florence remembered ever since she was a child as long as her mother approved of what she wanted, she would buy it for her and make sure to get the best of the best for her. No matter how expensive. If she so much looked at something, her mother would ask if she wanted it and Florence could have it.

Dipping her quill on the ink she placed on the floor and kicked her legs every once in a while, Florence smiled to herself feeling a rare moment of tranquillity as her friends were silent as well as they focused on their game. 

She had already finished all her assignments thanks to Lily's badgering so now she could relax. She knew that the chance of Evan and Francis already finishing their assignments was a big fat 0 so that was the only stress around. They were successfully procrastinating though and enjoying their free time. It was almost like there was no war brewing outside and they were just three teenagers when they were like this.

Of course, the illusion was broken when Evan opened his mouth.

" Are you going back home for the holidays Baudelaire? "

" You make it sound like I don't go back every year "

" Just asking, because I heard there's going to be a meeting for his followers and we might be called "

Taking out her wand from her pocket, she quickly put the silencing charm on the door as Francis locked the door.

" Be careful you bloody idiot, don't talk about such things in public "

" We're in the Slytherin bedrooms, I doubt anyone is going to rat us out "

That was true, some of the seventh year students were even death eaters already according to Evan who was the most informed in their small group of three. Biting the end of her sugar quill, Florence frowned. Was this what her mother meant when she said there was going to be an surprise for her this Christmas holiday? She had a sinking feeling when she had read that in her letter since she had her suspicions but still, was this the moment of confirmation that her mother was a death eater?

" I still don't know if my mother is a death eater or just a supporter like Walburga "

" Well your mother is a woman so she won't be expected to be a death eater unless she wants to be one I think "

That was the real question. Did her mother want to be a death eater and would she volunteer Florence to be a death eater? She knew since she was a woman she had a bit of wiggle room compared to Francis and Evan who were bound to be death eaters as men. She could potentially just marry a death eater and live a peaceful life, well the most peaceful life she could get after marrying one if she ended up with a man who wasn't abusive.

But she had a bit of faith in her mother when she picked for Florence, because her mother loved her. Through cold gazes and even colder touches, her mother did not show it but she knew her mother loved her. She made her harsh judgemental comments and did the things she did out of a twisted sort of love she felt for her daughter. She starved her so she would be beautiful in other's eyes, she made insults at her appearance so that she would work harder on her looks, she hit her when she misbehaved and didn't act the way she wanted her to because in her eyes the way she wanted her to act was the best way to act. It was all for her in a messed up sort of way.