Death's Mediator

Quidditch

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Chapter X

1991 – November 21st, Hogwarts, Scotland

Vera was extremely happy to be released from the hospital wing. One night there was enough for her; from now on she will be doing everything in her power to not end up in there again. After that day it seemed that everything was going to pass in silence. Days turned into weeks with Vera beating out the Ravenclaws and little miss beaver teeth Hermione Granger for top spot in the school. Though Draco and Hermione both tied for second going back and forth and Cypress was firmly in third though she was trying to knock both Granger and Draco out of their slot.

Now sitting in the common room, Vera scratched Liliana's head which sat in her lap as she read through a book on alchemy. She had finished her assignments some time ago and now was trying to discover just what Professor Quirell was looking for. There were so many options, but there were also ways to narrow down the rather large list, it would just take time. Time that she had in spades with such easy class work, but now she was just simply waiting the time out for her sister and acquaintances to appear as they seemed to be interested in the quidditch match that was going to be played that afternoon, or more precisely, in an hour. Though Vera didn't understand why they would want to go since Edmund Potter had somehow made the team after that first lesson of flying. Whatever McGonagall was planning wasn't going to work, as that boy was not fit to even sweep with a broom much less fly on one.

Draco was still stewing over the fact that Potter was given special attention and allowed on the team even though no first year is supposed to be. Vera could care less to be honest with herself and anyone else who might ask for her opinion on the matter. She knew sooner or later her 'brother' would crash sooner or later, be it a thousand feet in the air or his feet flat on the ground. Though no one knew Potter was her biological brother, she still refused to give them even a notion that they might have some sort of influence in her life and so she neither dislikes or likes Edmund Potter, she was simply indifferent to him and his parents. Lady Magick and Lord Death were her parents just as much as her mentors, advisors, and leaders they were the only ones she needed as role models. Only them, her mates, and Cypress were the only family she needed and she would prove that to the Potters and Dumbledore. A soft 'plop' beside her diverted her attention from both her thoughts and the book in her hands, it was Cypress with Daphne standing not too far off. Vera grinned softly at her sister and with a sharp 'snap' shut the book in her hands and set it aside in the messenger bag that she kept next to her.

"How are you little one?" She asked running her fingers through the loose strands of Cypress's hair.

Vera couldn't help but smile as her sister lean slightly into the old gesture of comfort. Even as they grew older this gesture was always there. Vera wouldn't admit it to anyone but she hoped that it wouldn't change and if it ever did she hopes that Cypress passes on the gesture to her children. Cypress smiled happily as she answered her sister,

"I just finished my herbology homework as well as get through half of my charms essay."

"that's good Cypress. You need to stay on top of your work," Vera smiled. Cypress was just happy making her sister proud.

"What are you doing Vera?"

Vera chuckled, "Reading. That's what the book was for."

"No need to be a smart ass, sister." Cypress snarked at her sister humorously.

Vera laughed lightly, "You know you love me this way."

Vera knew that all those in the common room with them where probably surprised by how she was acting but this was her sister, not even being in public could make her act differently with the little girl that she had taken care of like kin. If any of the others in the room believe that Vera will act differently with any of them then she would just have to prove them wrong, how completely wrong they would be. Veratrum was brutal and like her namesake completely truthful.