- ˏˋ 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑂𝑛𝑒 ˊˎ -
highest rank: number 1 in #eugenzel! <3
pitch black is back.
he's out for the philosophers stone.
as well as to murder elsa arendelle and all she loves.
can the big eight stop him?
or will the dark lords reign start once a...
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𝐸𝐿𝑆𝐴 Spending Eleven years with the Weasleton's will certainly grow your character, to say the least.
Anna and I have lived with them since we lost our parents, I was One at the time, Anna could barely babble a word. As far as we know they died in a car crash, that I've always been a little skeptical of.
The Weasletons weren't exactly the most welcoming of souls. The Duke and Dutchess are incredibly strict, grumpy and all around mind numbing company, they're daughters no different. Ivory was spoilt rotten, that was all there really was to her, she didn't seem to bother Anna too much, but she certainly wasn't my biggest fan.
The worst thing about it wasn't that we slept in the basement, but the fact that they refused to speak about our parents, whenever I mentioned my fathers name the Duke would lock us in the basement, sometimes for several days.
This particular morning I woke up to the sound of my name echoing through the halls. I hauled myself out of bed and pulled on an oversized hoodie and some shorts, I pulled a few stray hairs out of the bun that was practically falling off my head and glanced over at Anna. She was wrapped in a bundle on her bed, snuggled in her duvet.
I tried to tiptoe past her, leaning down and wiping the tiny drool of dribble from her chin, desperately choking back my laughter.
I made my way up the stairs and quietly slipped out the door, before pacing down the corridor towards the pile of letters on the floor.
I scooped them up into my hands and began shuffling through, my eyes began to droop shut as I flicked through bills, postcards and other pieces of mail that didn't seem important. Within seconds one envelope with gleeming emerald green ink hitched my breath.
I skimmed my fingers over the ink, slightly fascinated when the ink smudged.
How recently was this letter written?
Before I could tear the letter open it was snatched from my grip, my gaze flew up to see Ivory towering a few inches over me, a taunting smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Give it back"
"Someone's feeling feisty today" She grinned as she waved the letter around my face, from the corner of my eye I saw her feet shuffle, and just as I suspected she took off down the hall.
"Elsa got a letter, Elsa got a letter!" She screamed running through the house, I've was quickly gaining on her but she stopped abruptly, I slammed into the back of her and tumbled to the floor. She skipped over to her father who was slumped into a giant red armchair and placed the letter into his lap.
His gaze looked up at her with a scowl, the light from the dim lamp reflecting of his monocle caught my eye as her turned to me. He raised a brow and scoffed before tearing open my letter.
"That's mine!" I screeched lunging towards him, from the shadows of the doorway the Dutchess latched onto my arm and held me back.
His eyes scanned the letter briefly, the wrinkles in his face deepened as he reached the end, he looked up, eyes meeting the Dutchess' full of worry before simply tossing the parchment into the fire place.
I could feel a single tear forming in my eye, I didn't let it fall though, I've never cried, not in front of anyone anyways.
I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, but I didn't. Instead I stared at the Duke. I was so angry, I didn't break eye contact, that was until the lamp resting next to the Duke's armchair shattered into thousands of pieces. Coating the floor in what seemed to be...ice
I stomped back down into the basement and threw myself onto my bed slamming my hand into the wall as hard as I possibly could. I heard a large thud and spun around to see Anna sprawled across the floor. She looked up at me with curiosity in her sea green eyes before hoping onto the end of my bed.
"What was that all about?" Her eyes didn't leave my face, desperately searching for an answer, my eyes however never left my feet.
"I think...I broke a lamp" .
"Oh, that was anticlimactic"
Before I could reply I heard a high pitched screech come from upstairs, I assumed it belong to either Ivory or her mother. It took me by surprise to see the Duke cowering behind them both at the top of the stairs.
Three pairs of eyes fixed on me, glaring. They then flicked to the door, I followed they're gaze to the door, Anna peering out behind me. The large oak doors lay dead still on the ground, and stood in the doorway was an incredibly tall man.
He was kitted head to toe in crimson red, with the odd flash of white fluff brimming the edges and a jet black belt. He had a Snow White beard that gently brushed his chin and big baby blue eyes. He stepped forward and one thought crossed my mind, however Anna got there first.
"Santa Clause?"
The man smiled and stepped into the light, gently taking the door and picking it, placing it back in its door frame. He chucked which made the Weasletons stumble backwards in fear, the Duke reached out and snatched a decorative sword off the wall.
"Stay back, I'm warning you!"
The man simply laughed and plucked the sword out of his hand, twiddling between his fingers.
He stopped when he caught my eye.
"Good Lord, if it isn't little Elsa Arendelle"
The man knelt down on the floor in front of me, I gently pushed the door open so that Anna was visible too; he smiled and took my hand into his.
"My name is North, Elsa Anna it's a pleasure to meet you"
"Who are you and how do you know our names?"
I cocked my head to the side as he let out a light laugh.
"My name is North, I'm the grounds keeper at Hogwarts"
It was Anna who perked up this time, I could feel her arm still tugging on the back of my hoodie.
"What's Hogwarts?"
North's eyes grew wide and his mouth stretched into a grown, he spun around to the Dutch and Dutchess who's legs were shaking ferociously.
"You didn't tell her?!"
The Duke didn't say anything, his eyes flickering between mine and the brute man before settling on me.
"Tell me WHAT" I barked, slightly louder than I meant to.
