[ 006 ] drama at the dinner table

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𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ★ sirius black

000 ,, prologue

─── 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 !

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─── 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 !



          OCTOBER 1976hogwarts, scotland

The warm air had vanished with September being a complete blur and October fell upon everyone, along with crisp autumn leaves and the chilly wind.

The students had missed the last few days of warm sunlight since they had been trapped inside the school, nothing but learning to think about and Professors setting everyone piles of homework.

Katya had only somewhat settled into Hogwarts, but it was not the place she imagined to be.

When she was stuck in the orphanage back in Paris, she and her friend Annabelle would talk about the places they wished they would go someday when they were freed from Madam Odette's clutches. America, the south of France, maybe to live with some rich family who would love and care for them.

Hogwarts was not that place. Though it was some magical getaway (literally), it had problems, and she constantly felt like her past was following her. No one knew she was an orphan apart from Lily. Katya was grateful she hadn't brought it up.

It was not only Hogwarts that troubled her, but the mere idea of witches and wizards. The fact that she was a witch frightened her the most. She was constantly worried that they had abilities she did not, and they secretly knew things she wanted to bury deep down in the pits of her stomach.

The only real good thing about Hogwarts, was the food. At the orphanage, Madam Odette would feed them little to nothing of some terrible food. At Hogwarts they seemed to have every food imaginable and to a good standard.

"You would think a bowl of pasta would satisfy someone," Marlene said, spooning onion soup into her bowl, "But it really doesn't, we had lunch six hours ago, and I'm starving."

"Maybe it's just because you like food more than others," Lily grinned.

Katya enjoyed these small moments with the girls, they brought joy into the dreaded hours of education she still didn't have a clue about. Damn Dumbledore, you unorganised entitled prick of an old man.

A second year girl tapped Katya on the shoulder and the four Gryffindor's stared at her. She looked slightly frightened but handed her four scrolls of parchment. "From Professor Slughorn." Lily nodded and the girl rushed off to sit down at the Hufflepuff table on the other side of the hall.

Marlene glanced at her scroll and Katya handed the others to Alice and Lily. "What does it say?"

"It's probably about that crap dinner Slughorn hosts, Lily went last year, apparently we're interesting this year." Marlene said, she shook her head and watched the redhead opposite her read the letter aloud.

"Dear Miss Evans, it would be a pleasure if you could attend the Slug Club dinner tomorrow evening. Sorry for the short notice, there has been a little mishap in the potions department, someone took mandrake leaves from the store cupboards. Hope you are able to attend, Professor H. Slughorn."

Alice frowned, scanning her own letter. "Mine doesn't say any of that, it just asks if I can come."

Marlene snorted into her pumpkin juice. "That's because Lily and Slughorn are doing it on the side." She winked and Lily picked up her knife and looked as though she really was about to launch it at the blonde.

Marlene lifted her hands to shield her face when a blonde boy in Slytherin robes accompanied by three others walked by. "Better not get yourself expelled ginger."

Alice muttered something under her breath and Marlene groaned loudly. "Rosier."

He raised his eyebrow and shook his head, a smirk playing on his face. "Don't act as if we are acquainted, McKinnon. Your father works for my father, not the other way around."

Katya didn't know who the hell this prick was but she already didn't like him. She didn't recognise the other three people around him but one stuck out. He was a little shorter than Rosier, and had raven hair and silver grey eyes.

The boy frowned at her like he was x-raying her, but she shook it off. Rosier turned his attention to Katya and she gave him a withering glare, none of the girls knew she had.

She supposed being raised in an orphanage did that to a person.

"Another Mudblood amongst us I–"

"EVAN FELIX ROSIER!"

The raven haired boy snorted and a girl beside him snorted.

"Felix?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

The voice had come from a blonde girl entering the Great Hall. Her arms were folded and it looked like she had just been talking to a boy with spiky hair who was leaning against the large door frame. He gave Rosier a wave and smirked.

Marlene looked like she was taking mental notes, watching everything going on. Alice seemed uninterested in the matter and was peering down the table undoubtedly looking for her boyfriend, Frank Longbottom.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Katya, this happens basically daily." Lily said, neatly cutting her vegetables, but not eating them.

"What's Marlene doing?"

"Oh she's Hogwarts, gossip queen. She knows everything and everyone. I thought she might have told you by now, she takes her title very seriously. She'll be reporting this to someone in each house and they'll tell their friends, so on and so forth. She has a system."

"What if they don't have friends?" Katya smirked. Lily elbowed her but smiled nonetheless.

"Marls, knows who is a loner and who isn't, but you shouldn't say stuff like that, everyone's listening in this place." Lily looked around the hall, checking for eavesdroppers.

Katya, shook her head exasperatedly. "So one sarcastic comment in my extremely sexy French accent is forbidden?"

The redhead nodded but Marlene turned around and shook her head, "Katya dear, nothing beats your extremely hot accent."






୨ৎ suki's note

WHY ARE MY CHAPTERS ALWAYS SO SHORT, im trying to write over 1100 words not doing so good 

anyway, we're getting somewhere, slowly ...

WORD COUNT | 967

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