Astrid Lowell.
I stared at my name that was once upon my trunk. Golden and glittering with the light from the fire. I could feel their breaths on the back of my neck.
"Do it, Astrid," the crispy scented whisper landed on my right shoulder. Third day of school and I was already under the 2nd year's wings. They'd decided to mentor me and I couldn't be happier. Couldn't be more grateful for the rescue from the other first year Slytherins and their redundant babble.
The chilly air in the common room had nothing to do with the goosebumps on my arms.
"Astrid, keep your hand steady." This smell on my right was more minty and piney. A cold pale hand pressed against my wrist, wrapping around it with a surprisingly firm grip for a twelve year old. It was only when he said this did I realize my hand was shaking.
My wand pointed at the plaque which had been removed from the trunk and now lay on the mahogany table.
"Obliterate," I whispered.
The small explosion caused me to flinch but the firm hand around my wrist kept me steady.
I read the new label now.
Astrid.
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This is a shorter chapter which I apologize for.
Check out my story Cassiopeia. It is part of this series. Both can be understood without the other, they simply focus on different parts of the same time.
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Astrid
FanfictionAstrid Lowell. Poster Slytherin for the graduating class of 1999. If only they knew what was going through her head. But they didn't... I guess that's what makes her such a good slytherin. Her reputation. Her mask. Her facade. -- My story Cassiopeia...
