᠆᠆᠆᠆ ❛ 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 ELEVEN: THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD )
Mariella felt out of place the moment she had walked upon the platform of nine-and-three-quarters at approximately twenty minutes earlier than the expected time of departure. Despite this, there had still been a lot of parents with their children tightly clutched, eager to enter this school that many spoke so highly about. Albeit, she too used to be in their places and was ecstatic to leave the house she had been forced to remain encased in for the last eleven years, but then again, she hadn't met Miaomoryi and James Potter at that time.
The Korean girl had yet to make any sort of appearance amongst the crowd despite stating that Euphemia Potter was always the one to drop the pair off at least an hour earlier than their departure. But considering that she was unlikely to speak to any of the mauraders, there was a high chance that she would arrive late in order to avoid any of the stares that the others wanted to cast towards her.
Despite this overwhelming emotion she was experiencing in that very moment, Mariella had forgotten to mention that she had decided to come to the train station alone, despite her family's suggestion to stay with Melanie Montague, the brunette who had also attended the same ceremony as her. The scars had still been there and each one had always caused the girl to cower away in displeasure.
For the large majority of the year, Melanie and her family would be staying at her house until the members of the group she had been forced to associate herself with, would decide the right time for a plan the youngsters were to stay out of. The girl wouldn't falter at these words and she would decide that staying away would be the best thing to do. But it would occur more times than often when the brunette would stroll into her room with a deviant smirk on her lips and a taunting stance to speak aloud on the fact that she was more trusted with the information the parents shared. And the very thought would anger her with every ounce of hatred she could contain.
"I hope you're enjoying the view," goes the very voice she could only wish to silence. She stands upright and displays the embodiment of confidence and lack of fear she has for this girl. Unlike Melanie, Mariella had the ability to manipulate her own abilities and use them to taunt many others who wanted to speak out when she explicitly states otherwise. She had once tried to do so to the brunette and the end result had been nothing but a torturous night ever since she had taken account of the fact that Melanie had the ability to manipulate people's thoughts.
Mariella sighs. "What exactly is your sole purpose of being here? I thought you said that you preferred Durmstrang?" The school hidden in the many snowy layers of Russia seemed to be all that the teenager would speak about. The mountain ranges and the physical aspects of the country were apparently a beauty in comparison to the mundane site of the UK. But Mariella would hear otherwise. Durmstrang was known for its torturous methods of teaching and horrific punishments that were offered even to some of the needy students at the school. Defence Against The Dark Arts became more so of the Dark Arts rather than the Defence and simplistic spells such as Alohomora and Leviosa were replaced and disposed of to make space for the Unforgivable Curses. Mariella was revolted by this idea of teaching.
