Clementine Vale is stunning and radiant, the girl on top of the world. She captivates and enchants, her kindness and compassion is unrivaled by her other housemates-- and it's that that disgraces her from the Wise House of Vale. Confronting her fami...
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ooi. blood of the covenant / water of the womb
part one.
Summer of 1971
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𝓢ummers were sacred– as spiritual and scorching as holy fire. Some people say the world will end in ice, others in fire. From what Clementine had tasted of desire, she favored those who said fire. After all, Clementine was most alive when the sun planted gentle kisses on her skin, salty breeze tangling playfully in her hair, white sand clinging to the soles of her feet and between her wiggling toes.
As a child, Clementine would yearn to share summertime with someone– anyone. It was a bit funny, really, how generations of staunch and gelid Vales were born and buried in the sandy shores of Northumberland. But mostly, it was sad. Clementine had been born too passionate and too honey-hearted to possibly persuade any of her brothers or cousins to join her in her childish ways. So, for most of her childhood, Clementine sunbathed by herself, built sandcastles by herself, collected pretty seashells by herself, and swam in the cool waters by herself. It was a contradicting cycle of loneliness and a burning desire where satisfaction should have been. She feared it would be an endless cycle.
The summer of '69 proved to break that cycle. The dusk of the summer before, she had pinky promised Lily that not only would they be friends forever and see her again, but also, eventually she would invite her to her family home: the Vale Manor. Since then, Clementine would tag along whenever her mother made the occasional outing to Cokeworth, and sometimes would manage to slip some silvery floo powder into her corduroy pockets for later travels– Severus had sent her an owl to let her know that the Snapes were finally fixing their fireplace and Clementine intended to prepare a secret stock for when it was finally finished–, all just to visit Lily and Severus. She had begged so much that her father had pulled some strings around the ministry and managed to gain the Minister's permission to bewitch an empty can of fizzy pop into a portkey.
"Now stop behaving like a child," he had all but demanded. As if she wasn't just that, a child.
The summer of '69 was the first summer Clementine had invited Lily and Severus over. Severus was somewhat familiar with the estate, saying that he had visited with his mother years before. Clementine had wondered why she hadn't met him then, but then he mentioned he must've visited sometime in the summer and she knew she had been too preoccupied with the sun to pay mind to any of her mother's visitors. Anyway, she doubted it would've made a difference– she was sure she had only managed to convince him out of his gloomy dwelling because Lily was going too. How could he bear to be away from her, even if just for a couple weeks?
