𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

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➶︎ SUMMER OF '94 WITH
EVANGELINE BLACK !

VELA EVANGELINE BLACK was only one when her father died. Two when half of her aunts and uncles were put behind bars. She was three when she first learnt etiquette and mannerism, while others usually start three years later. Four was the year her mother died, and six was when she was taught about the reality of this cruel world. Seven was when her last grandparent, Orion Black died. By eight, she was forced to go into ( or learn, in the correct term ) politics by the will of her guardian's husband, Lucius A. Malfoy.

Nine was when cracks started to appear into her once pure heart. She also changed the name she goes by when nine. Evangeline. No more Vela, only Evangeline as Vela only brought death to every doorstep other than hers.

Ten was filled with fake smiles and 'i'm okay's. Eleven was filled with stares. Many, many stares. Twelve was filled with accusations. Thirteen was when she lost it, upped, and left Malfoy manor, going back to Grimmauld Place for a few weeks before finding keys to Regulus Black's secret manor. Thirteen was when she found a peaceful manor up on a hill near the beachside and decided to take her house elf with her.

Fourteen was when she overworked herself. Bloody noses and 'please stop's begged by a tearful boy. She remembered thinking how pretty they were-the tears, she means. She thought it oddly pretty when he holds her limp body, tears and corrupt-seeped hearts shared under a dimly lit roof in an abandoned classroom. She found it funny and ironic how he was the one to tell her to stop overworking while red also oozed out of his body and decorated the floors the same way she did. Like crystals under the sunlight.

Because that was how it always were.

It was always 'are you okay?' and 'i'll help you.', but whenever the other party inquired the same, a fake yet conceiving smile will always appear as they bottle up their true sentiments more and more.

But it's okay. It's okay, because that's how they always were.

BLACK MANOR HAD always been quiet, considering the only people staying would be a thirteen year old girl, two house elves-one which goes back and forth to Grimmauld most times-and a few animals. It was a peaceful manor on top of a small hill filled with botanics. Unlike most ancient Pureblood manors, Scamander manor had a light aesthetic, not dark, and was mostly lit by sunlight through the windows. It was an ethereal place, and since Regulus Black had a thing for Italian architecture, the house looked like it came out of a fairytale.

Legally, ever since Walburga and Orion Black passed away, the Black wealth and properties belonged to Evangeline, but she preferred staying at her father's manor instead, as Grimmauld place brought too many memories for her.

Today was no different than any other, as Evangeline sat in the library, a book in her hands and a cup of tea in a smaller table beside her. Her white dress with a tinge of gold on the low collars and lace, moving slightly in the wind. An alarming sound from the place alerted her as she looked up from her book, only to see her friend, Theodore Nott, go out of it, his hair dishevelled, his clothes -A black plaid trouser and his white, long-sleeved, collared shirt which was tucked in- now dirtied by a bit of soot. The soon-to-be sixteen year old, who had just gotten a punch from puberty -albeit a bit late-looked down at her while giving a small, sheepish smile, running his hand to his brown hair, which can be mistaken as black easily, in attempt to fix it.

"Theodore," Started Evangeline, as she put the book down and looked at him, noticing how much taller he was now, most of his bone structures defining his face immaculately, "what brings your presence here?"

She didn't give him much time to explain himself as she stood up and went closer to him, "Morgana, you're covered in soot." She exclaimed a bit, dusting a bit of the soot in his sleeves with her hands. As she looked up, she then noticed how close they were, and her breath hitched as he looked at her, a giddy smile on his face slightly presented and a tinge of red on his cheeks as he looked down at her.

He hummed slightly, putting his hands on her waist and looking at her straight in the eyes, "Father sent me here to tell you that this year's Pureblood ball takes place in Blaise's place."

Evangeline's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, "Did he? I would have received the information from the mail in an invitation soon, would I have not?"

"I suppose so too, but considering he's trying to...establish me into your family tapestry, I'm sure he'd go by any means to make us visit each other as of now."

"Is he now? I do suppose it's not too much of a surprise though. The amount of times those people tried to set me up with their sons make me wish I'm not a Black sometimes."

Theodore chuckled, before sitting himself in one of the chairs, having Evangeline sit in the opposite, "Elspeth!" Called the young heiress. A loud pop could be heard as a house elf appeared, wearing a cute little white dress.

"Yes, Missus Black?" It said, a squeaky voice said, before turning to look at Theodore, giving him a bow of acknowledgement and a small, 'Mister Nott'

"May you please grab another teacup and a few biscuits Elspeth? Thank you."

The house elf nodded frantically, before popping and appearing a few seconds later with a cup of tea and biscuits, and dissapparating out right after.

"What were you reading, Evie? Is it for your information guild?" asked Theodore, starting the conversation.

Evangeline's stomach twinged at the nickname, before brushing it off and narrating about her book. While she spoke about it, Theodore watched her with a small smile. He thought she looked even more than beautiful, ethereal, even, for she was Vela Evangeline Black, an aristocratic beauty. He watched as the sunlight hit her face, making it glow even more. He noticed her grey eyes -given from the Black genes- had a glint of blue, not a warm kind, but an ice berg sort of colour. He didn't even know that he was in some sort of trance until she snapped her fingers in his face, making him blink twice.

"Theo? Are you alright?"

"Oh-yes, yes. Apologies."

"Apology accepted."

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