MATTER OF TIME ✧·*°࿐
❝rebuild it like a vase,
like a shattered crown ❞
When Juliette begins her life at Hogwarts, the world she is thrown into is a stark contrast to her life at home, as a child of French wizarding nobility.
The Dark Lord is not a...
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THE FLOWERS THAT had bloomed briefly in the summer were beginning to wilt, and the weeds around the manor had sprouted fiercely, shooting through the stone slabs outside in an ugly manner. The gardeners set to work on them daily, but focused on tackling the troublesome problem rather than planting pretty trees or flowers, or doing anything really nice. Each day that passed, the gardens grew tidier but plainer, and for Juliette Lenoir, looking at them was almost like a sharp reminder that this was not her old home.
Standing outside the front entrance of the manor, under the shelter of the extensive porch, Juliette watched rain pour down and flood the garden fields and orchard with a glum expression on her face. Apple trees might have looked nice, she thought gloomily. But the orchard was completely waterlogged. The trees were drowning, and they'd be dead soon anyway, seeing as no one felt the need to take care of them.
"Juliette!"
She turned quickly, clutching her case. The doors swung open and one of the staff poked her head around it, nodding in the direction of behind her.
"Monsieur Lenoir will come and speak with you before you go."
She shot her a quick smile, before disappearing back into the house. Juliette sighed, dropping her case and sitting down on the front step. She ran a hand through the front her dark hair, attempting to flatten it a bit, but the damp English weather had already made it tangled and frizzy. It didn't bother her at all, but she knew her father would be far less likely to ridicule her if it looked brushed, which it most definitely hadn't been.
"Bonsoir, Juliette." A voice came from behind her, making her jump. "Stand up."
Juliette stood up and brushed herself down. Her father stood before her, dressed in his formal robes as usual, an umbrella in hand, although he didn't look like he even knew how to use one. He looked her up and down, sighing deeply at the sight of her.
"You have dirt on your clothes." He said disapprovingly.
Juliette nodded. She did wonder briefly if she should apologize, but her stubborness got the better of her and she kept her mouth firmly shut. There was a short silence before her father spoke up once more.
"I'm here to wish you good luck. Slytherin house is a house of good influences, and you will fit in. Carry yourself appropriately, and do the family name some good for once."
Juliette nodded blankly, though she felt a tug of annoyance at his words. She pushed the emotion away though, trying not to care what he said about her. She was sure she wasn't all that bad. Besides, doing something her father considered 'good' might be another person's worst nightmare, so really, she could say she was doing others a favour.
