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I have something to say. For those who think this is a Harry Potter copy-cat, you need to read this. I am not looking to write a HP story. I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I wish I was. At first, I was going to write a story like HP, but for teenagers. Now, I want to write something really different. This story is dark, complex and it takes time to perfect it.
I will be changing the house names after I post this chapter. Furthermore, the meanings of Intelligence, Cunning, Bravery and Loyalty will stay the same, but there will be my own added twist to it. Colors will be changed as well.
Please, after this, don't compare my story to Rowling's. I don't appreciate it. Everyone that writes a vampire story is copying Stephanie Meyer. Meyer invented that shiny vampire thing, and you people are copying that. But when I write a story with a good plot, good characters, arcs that leave nothing to the mind, you freak out?
I gain no merit writing this story. I am in the eighth grade, in French Immersion, in advanced classes, but I still come on and post chapters for you. I am not going to update like all the other authors on this site. If you de-fan me, it is strictly your choice. But you will be missing out. I am busier than most of the kids my age. But I leave everything for later so I can come and put my story on for you, so I would really appreciate some kindness in return.
This will be a fairly long chapter, so bare with me. I am trying to develop my characters more, so they will have a lot of screen time. I hope you understand. So without further ado, here is chapter fourteen.
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On a snowy November evening, all was silent. The usual students in the courtyard were silent, the Quidditch team was silent, the Arithmancy club was silent, the first year students were silent; all was silent.
Nothing was the same anymore. Every student in the school went to class, ate their dinner, and went to bed. The thought of a student population minus 1 meant a great deal to the student body. It was as if a dark cloud was put over the school.
With that thought, Evelyn disentangled herself from her sheets. No more mourning. She was no longer going to sit around and let the blasted witches take everything away from her.
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Evelyn looked at the wooden doors in front of her. Should she? If she did, then there was no going back...
No.
If no one else was, she was going to take the initiative. All the adults in the school were looking for the so called "killers", but she knew otherwise. This was the work of the ancestral witches, despite what the adults were saying.
She opened the double doors to the library, and made her way to the back. The restriction section was only accessed for teachers and students with notes from teachers. But if she was going to get anywhere with her investigation, no one was to get involved. That is why she carried on to the shelves with the old news papers.
These shelves were the biggest in the whole library. Rows and rows of news papers from the beginning of time. Each shelve was labelled a time period. They were magically sorted, because there was so much of them, they couldn't risk getting them mixed up.
Evelyn looked for the news clippings from more than twenty years before her time. Anything from the 1980s to her time. She walked around the shelves.
1460...1570...1630...1700...1800...1950...
There they were! She sighed. She didn't expect there to be so many! But there it was. The 1985 Triwizard Tournament. It was the feature the Wizard Times did on the tournament's contestants. She could finally get an idea on what really happened. While I'm at it, she thought, and seeked out the rest of the newspapers from 1980 to 1990.
