severa, a 4th year slytherin curious of how her mother died during the height of the first wizarding war. she encountered a book named "the way of the pot". will she ever know the real story? will she ever learn about her mother's death?
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today is the start of our first semester, my first class would be music. i have the same class with blair and gabrielle, fleur's sister. per year we learn at least 3 instruments or more than that. this year i signed up for 4 which is piano, violin, harp, and saxophone. i really want myself to get busy so i signed up to multiple classes.
today is a piano lesson, we'll try an easy piece claude debussy's clair de lune.
"remember to let yourself communicate with every note, embrace the graceful harmony and enjoy the process of learning" our madame said and we started to learn the piano. we each have different stations and we cannot hear each other's progress. only us can hear what we're doing.
i started to let my hands do the work. i pressed note by note and every time i pressed a not a beautiful melody comes together.
after the lessons i went ahead to my photography class. we're going to the greenhouse to capture the beauty of each flower. i decided to use lily of the valleys as my subject.
---// our photography class ended in a swift, i decided to head back to our dorm to wait for dinner. but what bothers me the most is the students kept on whispering as i walk in the hallways.
i am uncomfortable with the stares and whispers so i hurriedly walk to our common room.
"miss severa black, please report to the headmistress office now"
huh? what did i even do? i sighed and changed my directions. i could still feel their stares but i didn't mind since i might be in trouble.
i knocked at the door of the office and it opened.
"bonne aprés-midi, madame maxime. you called?" i asked and she motioned me to sit which i obeyed.
she gave me a daily prophet newspaper, i was shocked with what i saw.
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"uhm... bonkers" i expressed since i don't know what emotion to feel.
"did you help your uncle escape from azkaban?" my eyes widened a bit.
"of course not, madame! even though he's my uncle, i cannot do such act."
"how can you prove you didn't helped him escape? based on your records from hogwarts you've caused some mischiefs during your 2nd and 3rd year there."
"i swear with all my heart, madame. even if i have a patchy record when i was a hogwarts student i still cannot help him i was at fleur's ever since august. i never left there and if i did i was with fleur and gabrielle all the time"
