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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆: 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

The platform was a bustling hive of activity as Hogwarts students spilled out of the train, their voices mingling with the distant hoots of owls and the clatter of luggage being wheeled along. Evelyn navigated through the crowd with Lysandra by her side, the anticipation of another school year palpable in the air. They followed a group of second-year boys who were taking their sweet time disembarking, their casual pace a stark contrast to the eager rush of those behind them.

Lysandra leaned in close to Evelyn, her voice a low whisper tinged with impatience. "Honestly, can they move any slower? We've got places to be, Evie."

Evelyn cut her off with a dismissive wave. "Oh, lighten up, Lyss. I know how to fix this." She scanned the group of second-years, her gaze settling on a stout boy with round glasses, clad in the unmistakable robes of a Hufflepuff. A mischievous smirk played on her lips. "Watch this."

She raised her voice just enough for the group ahead to hear. "Excuse me, could you gentlemen possibly move a tad faster? Some of us are trying to get home to Hogwarts." Her tone carried a hint of impatience.

The second-year boys turned slightly, their Hufflepuff robes unmistakable in the dim light of the station. Evelyn's eyes flickered over them, a smirk forming on her lips. "Honestly, Hufflepuffs. Always dawdling about like they have all the time in the world."

All of the Hufflepuff boys turned around, their expressions a mixture of annoyance and confusion. One of them arrogantly said, "Who are you to rush us? You Slytherins think you own the place."

Evelyn met his defiant gaze with a cool demeanor, her tone laced with deliberate disdain. "Well, it's hardly my fault that you lot seem to move at the speed of a sloth," she retorted casually, raising an eyebrow. "But I'll forgive your ignorance this time. After all, it's clear you don't know who I am."

The boys exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what to make of Evelyn's cryptic remark. Sensing their confusion, Evelyn leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. "I am a Noir," she stated firmly, emphasizing each word. "Yes, that Noir. So you better show some respect."

The Hufflepuff boys gasped audibly, their previous bravado faltering as they realized the implications of Evelyn's words. They exchanged nervous looks, suddenly aware of the presence they had unwittingly challenged."

The boy's face flushed with indignation, but before he could retort, one of the boys, a fair-haired lad with a determined look, shot back defensively, "We're moving as fast as we can!"

Evelyn chuckled, a sharp edge to her voice. "That's not saying much, is it? Especially for a bunch of mudbloods." She let the insult hang in the air, knowing it would sting, even if she didn't know for sure about their parentage.

The Hufflepuffs exchanged uncomfortable glances, their expressions a mix of hurt and indignation. They quickened their pace, clearly wanting to avoid any further confrontation with Evelyn and her sharp tongue.

Lysandra, standing beside Evelyn, shot her a disapproving look, shaking her head slightly. "Evie, that was unnecessary."

Evelyn shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, come on, Lyss. They needed a little motivation, didn't they? Besides, what's the point in dealing with my parents, if I can't use their name?" She flashed a wicked grin, unrepentant.

Lysandra sighed, clearly choosing her battles as they finally reached the clearing where the second-years had reluctantly moved aside.

Abraxas emerged from the crowd, his tall figure cutting through the sea of students with an air of confidence. He adjusted the strap of his satchel on his shoulder, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he caught sight of Lysandra and Evelyn.