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EVELINA MOREAU HAS ALWAYS sensed a darkness behind enigma tom riddle's mask, a malice that she admires. seemingly the perfect girl, life has been fairly easy for her. now that she's been re-sorted into slytherin, evelina knows what...
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17 |melofors
melofors
jinx; encases targets head in a pumpkin
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EVELINA PUSHED PAST YET ANOTHER FIRST YEAR as she headed into the great hall. This time it was a young girl of eleven, her hair swinging in a curtain the color of chocolate. Her eyes widened slightly as she eyed Evelina warily, realizing who she was and what she was wearing. Another time, this girl would have simply stood there in awe, but at this moment, she rushed off to one of her friends, pointing at Evelina and whispering in the young one's ear.
Evelina rolled her eyes and stalked past them as Arden bumped into her.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She said, slowly looking up. "Evelina?"
Evelina smirked, green eyes twinkling in the ambient light of the hall. "Hello, Arden."
"Hey, Ev. Where have you been?" Arden said, swallowing dryly and looking slightly to the left of Evelina's head.
"Arden..." The girl straight at her and then glanced away. "What are you hiding from me?"
Arden blushed a little, and then dragged her to one of the many benches marked for Slytherin use.
"There's been so much that happened today." Arden groaned. "It's all so much... I haven't gotten a chance to really think about it."
Feeling a rare connection to her best friend, Evelina spoke. "I know Arden. It's the same for me."
"What happened?"
"At this point, I'm not really sure." Evelina sighed. "I've been feeling so much; too much, these days, and it's all very confusing..." Seeing Arden's shocked face, she continued cautiously. "Although I'm sure it's nothing."
Evelina had occasionally felt angry, betrayed, or disgusted, but never these new ones... The jealousy wasn't exactly a first, but before it'd always been over marks, a new cloak or something controversial, nothing like a person. This, this was strange. It was strange, but some of it felt good, like a warm sweater after the cold of winter had embraced her.
