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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RECIEVING A LETTER for the first time was the absolute last thing Juliette had expected for the next week. Sitting at the table and seeing an owl drop her one took her by such surprise that she found herself staring at it, completely frozen, until the sharp corner of the envelope sliced her cheek as it fell to the ground.
She picked it up after a moment, studying the handwriting. Although she was certain because there was only one person she knew with that handwriting, she could still hardly believe that her father had written to her at last. And it had to be him, it wasn't possible that the handwriting belonged to anybody else. She knew it far too well.
Upon realising this, she was both eager and scared to open it. She was excited to have gotten a letter but afraid of the disappointment she might feel reading it, for he would hardly have written to her about good news. Once she had it open though, she found her fear leaving her as she read it as fast as she could.
Chére Juliette,
I have been informed by members of the Black family that you may possess the natural ability to practice legilimency. If this is true, it will be a valuable asset for you in the future, and it will prove important for you to nurture and develop these potential skills.
A boy by the name of Severus Snape has been recommended to me to assist you, and you must learn from him. I cannot stress the importance of this. Skills such as this are highly valued within the ranks and this is an opportunity that absolutely must be taken. Do not take this lightly.
Sincerely, Father.
Juliette felt a slight sinking feeling reading the letter. It was certainly a straightforward message - but not a friendly or particularily encouraging one. She was unpleasantly surprised to see that her father had written to her nearly as formally as if she were a stranger.
"Lenoir."
Juliette jumped, turning quickly to see Bellatrix Lestrange standing behind her seat at the Slytherin table, assumedly having recieved a similar letter about the situation.
"Yes?" She asked nervously.
"Snape has agreed to assist you at six o'clock on weekends, as per Monsieur Lenoir's request."
"Oh- alright." She nodded. "Thank you."
"This kind of ability may serve you well in future." Bellatrix said, her eyes gleaming.
"Ok." Juliette said weakly, uncomfortable under her manic gaze.
"Good." She replied, turning swiftly back and going back to her own seat.
