Y/n l/n was ashamed of the way she died. Choking on an olive wasn't exactly the most elegant way to go. She didn't even like them, her 'friends' had forced her- and when she gagged because of the horrid taste, it got caught in her throat.
But when...
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THE EVANS TWINS laid out their excessively detailed expensive dresses on Olive's bed. They had been given two glasses filled with a mysterious bright purple beverage by Sirius to drink beforehand. "A little something to get you in the mood," Sirius had said with a wink. "Meet us in James's room when you're done."
"Thanks, Sirius," Olive had replied, trying to match his lightheartedness despite worries gnawing at her.
Olive slipped into the bold black dress, the fabric fitting more loosely around her hips and chest while it hugged her waist tightly. She examined herself in the mirror. The dress was supposed to reflected her outgoing and very confident personality. It was very short, bold, almost scandalous for the 70s. But rather than making her feel hot, it seemed to hug every imperfection and highlight every unflattering curve of her body.
She traced her finger along her pale, freckled skin, pausing at the wild red curls that framed her face. She scrutinized her updo, the weight of her hair once again feeling like a tangible burden. She wished Dorcas was here to help her. The girl always seemed to know exactly what to do to help Olive to feel confident. As she adjusted a stray curl, her insecurities loomed larger, casting a shadow over her efforts to feel confident.
Olive glanced at the dark space under her bed. Deeper in that void was her bag, and in that was Tom Riddle's diary, unable to be enchanted. She had tried to charm it to look like a normal book. But her magic didn't work on it.
So, Olive chose to place an invisibility charm on the bag instead. It didn't work as well on object as it did on people. If one was to stare at the space under her bed for longer than a second, they would be able to see something laying there.
Olive sighed. She could feel its malevolent influence. Just being around the diary was enough to unsettle her.
And above that . . . she couldn't get Regulus Black out of her head. Olive Evans couldn't help but think of what he was doing or how he was doing. How was he spending his Christmas break with his family, in the midst of being caught in the web of exceedingly high expectations and growing dark affiliations with Voldemort? Was he safe after helping them escape from Malfoy Manor?
He hadn't been caught had he?
No. He wouldn't allow himself to get caught. He's too smart.
But if he had . . . had he faced any consequences? What were those consequences? — The mere thought of something happening to him made her heart ache in a way she couldn't quite understand or explain.
