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Have you ever heard of Eleanor Westbrook?
A traditional pureblood family. Nothing more, nothing less. Except they were admired by all, in the muggle world and the wizarding world. The Westbrook's were on a ped...
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There's nothing scarier than silence.
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AS THE DAYS got shorter and the nights got longer, the school day took up their only time to do anything, really. The series of storms had arrived in the early hours of Thursday morning. Starting with the pitter-patter of rain, by ten o'clock the sky was roaring and the wind was blowing a gale. Branches snapping, leaves spinning, windows being battered, animals hiding, mud churning: nothing stood a chance against the downpour.
Thick black clouds coated the entire sky, swallowing any colour that ever existed. Minus the flash of purple, every other minute or so. Nothing was more terrifying to the Westbrook. Almost like she was being drained, it was practically impossible to leave her bed. So, as the storm rolled in, the sheets rolled up. Keeping herself hidden from what out lurked outside, she didn't even bother showing up to her classes. To be honest, not many people enjoyed this weather, especially after the heatwave they had that summer. It was a real damper on the approaching holiday spirit. Everyone preferred the snow.
"Back so soon." A voice instantly called out to her as Eleanor's vision finally focused. As she looked around, she noticed the barren trees and the deathly silence. The place was seriously familiar to her but in her unconscious state, she had no idea where from. All she knew was that she had definitely been before, Eleanor was 'back'.
"Who's there?" Ellie questioned, scanning the surrounding area. The skeleton-like scenery was perfectly still as if it was carved from stone. With the sound of a twig snapping, her head shot to the figure that blended -far too well- with everything around them. Only this time, they were cloaked.
"Oh, Ellie. I knew you couldn't resist. Maybe we're not a lost cause after all." The other one called out, walking towards her. The blonde examined the ghostly figure and her feet impulsively dragged her forward. Out of curiosity. "A step closer to our destiny." She giggled lightly, the bony hand grasping onto her shoulder. Comforting, she had done something right.
"What destiny?" Eleanor asked eagerly, taking another step closer to her other-self. She was far too impatient today. Receiving that cryptic note yesterday was enough mystery for her. The secrecy just added to her predominant stress.
"That will come later. First of all, you need to find yourself." The corpse replied, smiling lightly at the girl. "Once you do, everything will fall in its rightful place." She instructed, leaving the girl far more confused.
