It's the Marauders' first year at school, and it's going to be full of madness, mayhem, and above all, magic. (Sirius Black, Jamie Potter, Remus Lupin, and Petra Pettigrew.)
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Severa flicked through her Potions notes, and added a few details to the essay she was preparing on the properties and benefits of Bubotuber Pus.
She chewed her quill. Lillian had been avoiding her since the day of the fight. Although Mulciber and Avery didn't know that Severa had hexed them, they still weren't keen on hanging out with her either. So Severa was stuck in her dormitory.
Leanne had charmed a scrunchie to fly about the dorm, and she and Lucinda hopped around like maniacs, trying to capture their 'Snitch'.
Severa tried to ignore them, until Lucinda Talkalot made quite the impressive leap, and landed splat bang right on Severa's drying homework.
She clasped her hands over her mouth. 'Oh, Merlin! I'm so sorry!' She knelt by Severa's work, and tried to clean up the smudged mess of ink up a bit.
Severa snatched it away from her protectively. She didn't want to offend Lucinda, as she was one of the decent Slytherins. 'It's fine,' she said gruffly. 'Don't. It's fine. I'll go fix it.'
She swept out of the dormitory, highly annoyed, but trying not to show it. Her robes flapped after her.
In the dorm, Leanne stared at Lucinda. 'What was that about? She had no business to be that rude. It was just an accident.'
Lucinda shrugged, looking just a bit hurt. 'It doesn't matter. She's odd anyway. Forget about her. Let's keep playing. They won't let us join the team this year, but we can smash them all next year.'
Leanne nodded enthusiastically, and made another mad leap for the flying scrunchie.
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Severa felt the judging stares on her as she tried to stalk through the stone lined Common Room without being noticed. It was quite dim, most of the lighting coming from the green fire, and sunlight filtering through the glass and brass accented ceiling. It was quite murky, and gloomy, though.
It would be best to avoid the Seventh Years. It seemed that even Lucius had issues with her. She ducked behind an armchair as she heard Alecto whispering lowly to a crowd of older Slytherins in a corner.
'...the Dark Lord will eradicate the Mudbloods and Blood Traitor filth,' she heard Alecto hiss excitedly. 'I've been cheeked enough by Muggle filth this week. Won't get away with it again.'
Severa stiffened. She knew exactly which piece of 'Muggle filth' Alecto was speaking about, and she feared for him.
And she knew of the Lord they were talking about, too. Her mother spoke often of the Dark Lord, and of his greatness.
Lucius placed a thin finger on his pale lips. 'Hush, Alecto. We are not alone.' He glanced meaningfully over at a couple of Second Years tussling by the fire.
Thornfinn Rowle shrugged. 'Shouldn't we recruit them to the Dark Lord's cause before we leave this filthy dung-hole? They're Slytherins, and their blood is as pure as ours.'
