"You are an Alinac....that means you have power, ambition and the capacity to change the world. But a name is only a name, Leila, unless you make it something."
Two young rivals are headed into a war they know will change them forever. The question...
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The days passed seamlessly, and it seemed fate decided to wane a little bit. Meaning, Leila's interactions with the marauders screamed to a halt; thank Merlin. It was becoming tiring, being surrounded by them all, she was suffocating under the extent of their prejudice and bitter comments. While she had a sharp tongue herself, between extra work and the band, her energy was depleted.
Above all that, however, her mind was working overtime. Constantly fighting to remind herself that they were traitors to wizard-kind and associated with those, who in Leila's opinion did not deserve magic. It was as though her entire moral upbringing was being plucked away one by one and new seeds, which she did not want, were nestling in her mind.
Therefore, she had made a pledge to herself. Stay in your house, stay with your friends, and just like her mother said, continue to build and strengthen connections. This is why, at 5pm on a Thursday afternoon she was sat in the common room with Reg, Meredith and Rosier. The four of them had been getting closer over the past few weeks, Rosier especially, and leila wasn't sure how to feel about the new group forming.
Meredith was lying on the floor, using the small table infront of the sofas as a foot rest. She had been quiet the last few minutes, working away on some new sheet music. Leila was resting against the same table, yet on the other side, as she scribbled furiously away at her potions project. She was having to work twice as hard because james- no. Forget it. Out of sight, out of mind.
Regulus and Rosier played Wizarding chess, laughing quietly between themselves. The light was fading in the common room, as the changing seasons pulled at the suns' leash. This was perfection, and leila finally felt at peace. Like the renewing calm after a particularly stormy few weeks. This is what life is like, when the marauders are gone.
"Oi Rosier!" Came a voice across the room. Leila looked up to see Mulciber and sone random dark haired boy approach their area. "Fancy leaving your boyfriend alone for a bit, and joining us on some fun?"
"No." Rosier replied, the image of nonchalance. He didn't even take his eyes away from his board. The two of them ignoring the suggestion made.
"Don't tell me you're going soft now Evan." Mulicber taunted, moving ever so closer to the table where the four of them sat. Leila's hand stopped writing, as she delicate placed her pen down and watched the interaction.
It was political warfare in the common-room. Slytherins didn't fight with punches or jinxes, like their opposing houses. It was comments, suggestions, lies and truths blended together so beautifully you couldn't separate them. As much as Leila wanted to knock Mulciber and his pathetic followers to the ground, it would be a move she couldn't recover from. There was a brilliant irony; this all carrying out over a mocking chessboard.
"I will join you later tonight, however, right now I am preoccupied. Leave." Rosier began again, attempting to deter the boys.
"Well.." Mulciber began considering, even pretending to turn away for a moment. "That just won't do."
