SLOW UPDATES, lenore wanted to kill voldemort and that is exactly what she planned to do.
seventh year, marauders era
regulus black x fem!oc
nov 2023-?
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❝ 02 , a thorn in my side ❞
Lenore hated the sorting ceremony and so she had simply elected not to attend. It wasn't technically allowed. Skipping the ceremony was seen as disrespectful and nobody would be caught dead doing it. But Lenore didn't really want to sit for at least three hours watching a bunch of first years be sorted into meaningless categories when she could be raiding Hogwarts' library without Madam Pince glaring at her.
Which is why she found herself curled up in the back corner of the library with a book on the Dark Arts.
The only thing that lit up her nook was a few candle lamps that gave her just enough light for her to read without many issues. After the long train journey and her unsettled stomach, the quiet and calm of the library was helping every part of her feel better. Her stomach had settled, her mind felt soothed and the ache in her butt cheeks from the long train journey was soothed by the incredibly comfortable and soft library armchair.
Plus, the reading was a much better use of her time. It meant that she didn't have to waste time listening to Delphia complain about the Gryffindors and the new Slytherins and instead could focus on her 'studies'.
The hours passed in the blink of an eye and the only thing that broke her out of her trance was the sound of Delphia's shoes clicking against the wooden floor of the library. On any other day, they would have been indiscernible from the general chatter of students but the library was so quiet that they were easy to recognise.
"Peeves said he saw you in here," Delphia said as she rounded the corner to find Lenore curled up with a pile of books on the side table. Delphia crossed her arms over her chest, clearly unimpressed, "By Salazar, what is wrong with you?" Delphia asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. Lenore cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" Lenore asked, her tone only slightly challenging. Even the hours cooped up alone hadn't seemed to cure Lenore of her irritability.
"I have never known someone so uninterested in their studies to commit so much time to them," Delphia said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Lenore rolled her eyes and closed the book she was reading, taking a mental note of the title. She then placed the book among the rest.
"Is the Ceremony over?" Lenore asked. Delphia nodded and she stepped forward.
"Why are you so interested in the Dark Arts all of a sudden? Does this have something to do with him?" The pair had long learnt not to speak Lord Voldemort's name while in the castle walls. It wasn't exactly forbidden but it brought too many risks and too much attention onto them.
Everyone knew that the Slytherin families were often caught up in the Dark Lord's work but it was an unspoken secret. It was something that no-one wanted to admit was the truth but was plainly that. It was easier to ignore the obvious in favour of ignorance.
