᠆᠆᠆᠆ ❛ MAYBE I wish to remain lost. Puzzled to the point where I'm running through the frayed forest floor with no hopes of getting out. I wish to be encased in my own thoughts and drown, only listening to the slowing pace of my heart and the vein...
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( CHAPTER SIX: THE RISE OF THE REAPER )
Tempest Isle could easily be described as one of the most densely populated areas for finding dark wizards and witches. Mariella had only come to notice this as she roamed the streets as a preteen, her hand held tightly onto her mother's whenever they browsed the shopping area for food. The settlement had been her home for the past sixteen years and the more she had developed herself to handle the intense moments of sneaking out during dark hours, the more she had begun to notice the small and discrete details that hid in the nooks and cranks of the houses.
The houses were arranged in such ways that the families that were mostly identified as higher class, would be enveloped by the radiant heat of their largely sized mansions, whereas the majority of the working class had decked in affordable and rent worthy homes that were worth the knuts.
Mariella's home wasn't something worth the large eyes - a detached private with the usual two master bedrooms and two other bedrooms that she had owned for herself, a kitchen and two bathrooms, and a balcony that she had always enjoyed staying out in when the sun had gone down during a heated night and her sheets were too thin and slick to allow her to sleep.
It had also given her a view of the people who would pass by with lit wands, giving her the impression that not all dark wizards were always made out to be evil.
Winter would always be a foe to the girl. Although the white blanket had looked beautiful across the rooftops and bell towers, she had despised the fact that she would soon have to prepare to help out her mother with the guest list before setting off to Remus' home.
She had been glad that most of her holiday would be spent away from home as it meant that she wouldn't have to endure the horrible feeling of being pushed around throughout the two weeks she would be away from school. Not to mention that she was attending the dance with the none other troublemaker himself, Sirius Black.
It had been no secret that neither could withstand being inside a room with one another for a mere thirty seconds without one hexing the other for doing something as much as staring at them wrongly. Now that she thought over it, her reasons behind growing his tongue seemed rather drastic than punishable. She would remember her grandmother's curled and sharpened nails dig into her skin during their usual lessons of Occlumency against her own Legilimency to make her best attempt to shield her mind from the dark and threatening forces of her own.
She had hated to say that she was glad when she had finally passed away. The small crescents on the surface of her skin were still there, unable to succumb to the healing.
At times, Miaomoryi had questioned the marks during the summery weather and they were permitted to stay clothed without their jumpers and the girl would have to take extreme caution when explaining it to her. She had taken the recent thought that most of what Miaomoryi said would somehow end up being conversed between the four boys.
