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Post by Niemand on 7th March 2018, 6:18 pm

The smell was what got to Silas as he wandered through the store, looking in the cages making sure not to get too close. Leaning away from the current cage he'd been near, the teenager straightened as he continued to observe the creatures inside. He'd never really felt compelled to get an animal before. Having a pet required time, effort, care, and a natural want of one. Silas had never felt the urge. Besides the fact that if he had gotten one as a child it would likely have ended up as his cousin's. Or dead. An owl would have been pointless due to the fact the school kept their own owls and if had an urgent need to write, could use one of theirs. Owls on the whole weren't his kind of animal.

Stepping away from the cages containing the rambunctious felines, he meandered closer to the other side of the store. While he'd read a lot about many types of animals, Silas had yet to find one that might suit him. When he thought about it he knew he wanted something that was durable with a longer lifespan. A flash of color caught his eye causing him to turn to see what it was and walk to yet another isle. Sidestepping, Silas' eyes narrowed briefly in irritation as a young child most likely a first year going to Hogwarts nearly stepped on his foot. He was sure that he had never acted like that nor so rudely as to not at least attempt an apology.

Sighing, Silas wondered if he should just call it a day and go home. At this rate, he'd have to rein in his impulse to lash out, grab a brat by the collar and shake them. Giving it up for lost, Silas left the store and headed further along the alley until he was outside of Obscurus Books. Stopping, he glanced down at the books in the cart. Without his volition his left hand was reaching out and picking up a book before he was even aware of it. Flicking through the pages at random, not really reading it or trying, the teen tried to think if he'd have enough nerve to approach the Daily Prophet stand or not.
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Post by Foxxfire on 8th March 2018, 12:10 am

Summer had been hectic for the young witch. With Lord Voldemort back, her family had been on high alert. Their family was one of the wealthy ones, but in the eyes of the Dark Lord, they weren't as high as other families. Her father had insisted that in order for them to climb higher, to become powerful and to matter in the eyes of the Dark Lord, they had to work hard, following every command and being successful with anything he wanted them to be. Pretty much, her Papa was asking of them to be slaves to the Dark Lord.

How lovely, right?

Evangeline didn't want to stay at home. Not right now, at least. Her father had mentioned that a few of his Deatheater friends would be coming over, and Eva didn't want to be there. Locking herself up in the Library would do her no good, since she would , literally, be dragged before them. So instead, with the pretense of needing a few things for Hogwarts, Evangeline sneaked away, without a chaperone, as well. Her mother would, probably, go crazy once she figured out what Evangeline had done. But until then, it was best to enjoy the fresh air of the Diagon Alley.

But as she was walking down the road, Evangeline stumbled upon a familiar face and groaned. She didn't need to deal with this now. Locking eyes with the figure, Evangeline knew that she had been spotted, so she had to move fast. Before the male -her cousin-, could even try to get to her, Evangeline ran, getting lost between all the other faces of Diagon Alley. She had to get away and she had to do it fast, because she was, most definitely, not going back home.

The witch, though, in her attempt to get away before she was caught, wasn't paying much attention to where her feet were leading her. After all, she didn't really have a place to go. Her mind was only trying to provide her with the information to get away from her cousin, at that point. And so, she found herself colliding with another body. The force was enough to case her to fall right on her bum, groaning. Thing were going great, weren't they?

"Every time, something has to go wrong..." Eva commented, before pushing herself up, fixing the dress that she had opted for , for today. Her eyes looked up, though, finally noticing the reason she had ended up on the floor, in the first place. A male figure stood in front of her, and Evangeline had to admit that there was something about him she couldn't place. He looked quite familiar yet, she doubted they have ever talked before.

"I apologise for bumping into you, it was unintentional. My name is Evangeline Faye, pleasure to meet you." Manners were something Eva had been taught since she was practically a baby, and no matter that went down a few minutes ago, she would never forget how to speak and act like a Lady. This was, after all, what was expected of her.
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Post by Niemand on 8th March 2018, 6:05 pm

The newspaper ran by the ministry had always been biased. Silas had learned to read between the lines and dissect the entire thing to separate lies from truth. That was why he had known last year it had been true that Azkaban had been broken into and some of its inmates liberated. Only two of them concerned him, the others he didn't care anything about. As the months had progressed with no word, the teen had become more wound. Perhaps they hadn't gotten out. Then word about what had happened at the ministry near the end of last term was splashed across all of the papers. Undeniable proof that Potter has told the truth last year and at the end of term the year before. The summer had hardly begun but there had already been deaths and there had been so much tension at Malfoy Manor.

The teen's mouth turned down as he tried to muddle through and sort his thoughts. Everything came to a halt except for anger and irritation when something slammed into his back. The force had propelled his upper body forward so that he had to catch himself with the bookcart. It was a good thing he weighed more than what got him so he hadn't crashed into it and fallen. Turning to face the owner of the voice, he stamped down his annoyance and made sure his mark was in place as he stated at the girl.

At first he was confused then it melted as he was able to place her. Quirking a brow as she introduced herself, Silas studied her. It wasn't as if he truly didn't know who she was. There was a vague impression. She was in his year and in his house. That was the extent I his knowledge pertaining to her aside from her being a loner. Being only the polite thing, he supposed he ought to accept her apology. "Apology accepted." Hesitating for only a second a resigned, "Silas Lestrange," followed. Waiting for the reaction. He'd already had an altercation with Ronald Weasley for being the son of the woman that killed his bestfriend's dogfather.
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Post by Foxxfire on 8th March 2018, 8:10 pm

Upon arriving at Diagon Alley, the with had not expected that she would have to start running. It was sad and tiring. It seemed like all she had been doing all of her life was running. Running away from Nathaniel, running away from the situation she was in, now running away from home... She would go back, of course, Evangeline couldn't stay away for too much even if she wanted to. And the reason was that she didn't want anyone getting hurt because of her and the choices she had made. Frankly, choice was not something she really had, and she didn't want to test how easily the Dark Lord could kill.

Bumping into someone was also something that Eva didn't expect, though. The witch bad never been clumsy, on the contrary she had always been really careful. But as her body collided with the boy's, the witch knew that she was tense. Her body and mind were betraying her at that point. The tiredness and worry. And this was not good.

The familiar male figure turned around, and Eva remained still. She couldn't place him but she was positive that she had seen him around. Definitely a Claw... , her brain insisted but Eva didn't come to conclusions bust yet. Instead, her eyes stared right back, as the male looked at her carefully. Maybe this was why her head was placing him in Ravenclaw. The way he was carefully studying her proved that the boy was not your everyday student. There was something more.

Thankfully, her apology was accepted and a big smile touched the girl's lips. The fact that she had been running away from her cousin, not a moment ago, was now forgotten. What mattered was the person she had just met. But after the guy accepted her apology, came the introduction, and it hit Eva harder than ever.

"Silas Lestrange."

The shock that passed on her face was carefully hidden away, and even though her smile faltered slightly, Eva didn't back away, or run. Now, she knew why the male was so familiar. He was indeed a Ravenclaw, and was also in her year. But before that day, they hadn't exchanged a single word. And she knew the reason why very well.

He was a Lestrange. Not that it made a big difference to the witch, but his name wasn't easy to handle. Evangeline knew not to judge a book by its cover, though. Just because his mother was one of the worst people on earth, didn't mean he was following in her footsteps. Hopefully.
So Eva didn't hesitate to give him the benefit of the doubt. She didn't know Silas, but they obviously had more in common than what she believed.

"It's a pleasure to meet your, Silas." Evangeline said, giving him another smile. It was her way of showing that his name was not going to be an obstacle for her. She was not going to be just like the rest. She never were. "What brings you to Diagon Alley, if I may ask?"

Small talk was the only thing she could do for now. At least until she was sure that Silas wanted to talk to her. People in her world rarely wanted any idle chitchat. They already had major problems bothering their minds. But she could only hope..
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Post by Niemand on 9th March 2018, 12:14 am

While he might not have known her surname, the way the girl was dressed told Silas that she was at least a Half-blood that was raised by the wizard parent. He, on the other hand would likely have been mistaken for a muggleborn. It had served twofold for him both growing up and while at Hogwarts. It annoyed his carers as well lent him freedom from them when he got away like now. Until his name had been called during his sorting in first year, those few he'd met and interacted with had assumed he was a muggleborn. Silas never corrected their assumptions.

He could see when the penny dropped and she recalled who he was. It was surprising really. He knew that most of the people were hung upon Potter's antics, but his housemates had been quite upset with him a few years ago because he'd wanted to study a Dementor up close. Professor Flitwick had not been amused and had threatened him with imprisonment within the Common Room for the duration of the year.

Nonetheless his eyes narrowed when he saw the initial reaction. When he received another smile, he was taken aback and confused. Why didn't she find a reason to leave? Arching a brow and giving the girl a look, he stated, "Shopping," gesturing to the cart he was standing in front of. He'd yet to put the book down. He did so, then gave her a curious look. "What made you run into me?"

He doubted it was being clumsy or not watching where she was going. Not from the first sentence he'd heard her utter. There was also that look. Silas knew what it looked like because he was sure he'd worn it when fleeing from his cousins when they were all younger. Before he'd learned how to avoid or outwit them.
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Post by Foxxfire on 9th March 2018, 12:42 am

"Shopping,"

As Silas gave her the reason he was in Diagon Alley, Evangeline felt like cursing herself. They were in Diagon Alley, in front of Obscurus Books, and her was holding a book. Did he have to be more obvious for her to figure out that he had come shopping? The Faye heiress felt utterly idiotic at that moment, and so not very Ravenclaw.
Most people visited Diagon Alley for their shopping, and not for a walk, like the one she wanted to take. But after all, it was not just a walk that brought her here. It was the fact that in such a busy street, it would be harder to spot her. But she was, oh so very wrong.

"What made you run into me?"

Eva's eyes snapped up to Silas'. He was looking curiously at her again, as if trying to figure out what exactly was going on with her. Whether she was a threat, perhaps. But the way his eyes were watching her, made her feel as if he already knew. The witch, though, wasn't sure how much she could trust him, if at all. And not because she didn't want to. But trust was a dangerous thing, especially when you were involved with the Dark Lord.
Could she talk to him about it? Would he understand? Was he even involved in the same things she were?

He is Bellatrix Lestrange's son. He has to be, her mind spoke, but Eva still wasn't sure.
"Let's just say that I am trying to avoid someone."
Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Eva looked away from his piercing gaze for a moment. A moment passed, and her gaze turned back on him. "What book caught your interest? Care to share?"
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Post by Niemand on 9th March 2018, 1:21 am

Comprehension dawns and he gives a slight incline of his head to show her that he understood. Whether it was a boyfriend, enemy, family, or a frienemy (something Silas still couldn't comprehend), Silas could relate. When he was younger he'd hated the first time he'd tried explaining to his aunt why he'd been running, which according to her was unbecoming. He knew the shame and so he allowed her to stay mum on the subject and select a different topic of choice.

Shrugging, Silas looked at the cover admitting, "I have no idea." While it was inconsequential to admit such a thing, he wasn't embarrassed. His mind had been elsewhere and for all she knew, he'd just picked the book up when she ran into him. Handing the book towards her, he suddenly remembered many times he'd seen her in the common room with a book. He'd assumed that they were course books or from the Ravenclaw Library.

The one he'd apparently picked up by chance, was one on ancient druidic runes. Now that he knew what it was, he was sure that his mind had unconsciously seen it and cataloged it as interesting and possibly useful. "The past apparently," his lips curled up the tiniest hint of what could have been a smile.
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Post by Foxxfire on 9th March 2018, 1:40 am

When Silas didn't comment anything on the fact that she had been avoiding someone, Evangeline was, the least to say, glad. Truth be told, she didn't want to go into detail about how she had left home in a rush, because she simply didn't know how to handle the fact that Deatheaters would be coming and going at her house, as if it was the most normal thing. Or the fact that her mind was still unable to grasp the idea that Lord Voldemort was actually back. Even if she wanted to share her concerns with someone, she couldn't. Like her father had said, no one had to know anything. Evangeline must learn how to stay silent, observe, and use everything to her advantage. But evil was not in her blood, and she knew very well, that the moment she would come face to face with evil, she would break.

Thankfully, Silas let it slide, and the subject was changed immediately. As he admitted that he had no idea what book he had just picked out, Evangeline raised an eyebrow. She had always been a book lover, enjoying getting lost in the various stories, or learning something new. Books had always something to offer, an Evangeline had been there to receive all of the information.
The book was turned in her way, and Eva didn't hesitate to take it at all. Her eyes immediately scanned the cover, fingers running over it, before she flipped through a few pages, nodding.

"The past apparently,"

Eva's eyes looked up from the book to Silas, a small smile touching her lips at these words. The witch noticed how the boy didn't actually smile, but there was something there, similar to it. It was obvious that he, too, had a lot on his mind, and a part of her wanted to reach out, hug him, and tell him that she understood. Tell him that she would be here for him. Of course, she didn't make any move, neither did she speak of such things. She knew better than that.

"Ancient Druidic Runes... Hmm.. Interesting book, but there are better editions. This particular author is missing a lot of fundamentals." Once Evangeline was done flipping through the pages, she closed the book and handed back to him with a small smile. "What's your best subject at school?" The witch asked out of the blue. There was no particular reason as to why she was asking him. Just plain curiosity.
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Post by Niemand on 9th March 2018, 2:07 am

Amusement came to the teen's eyes as he watched her. It seemed that Evangeline was very much like Silas regarding books. When a book was usually in his hand he tuned out everything else. Unless it was incredibly boring and not useful at all. To say that he was surprised she already knew about the book had been unforeseen. Then again, he hardly knew her, did he? While they may have spent the past four years under the same roof for nine months out of the year, neither had really taken an interest in the other. There hadn't been need to study her and try and find out what made her tick.

Taking note of what she said about it, Silas would research that later to see if she was correct or blowing smoke. Taking the book back he didn't replace it right away on the cart. After her comment about the information lacking in the book, he hadn't expected her to ask him about school. Perhaps he should have as they were housemates and perhaps that was what people talked about when they didn't know what to say? Not having interacted much with people, his own yearmates especially, Silas didn't know what passed as normal conversation.

Tilting his head in consideration, he thought over his class schedule and then glanced down at the book in his hand. What could have been a smile or a smirk appeared as he lifted it up again and then shrugged. "Runes."

It also happened to be the one he found the most fascinating. Arithmancy would be fine if he fancied maths at all. It was something he added to his schedule because he wasn't sure if he'd find use for it yet. He would see after the end of this year and they had their career meeting with Professor Flitwick when he took his O.W.L.s.

Seeing the clerk having glanced out towards them more than once, Silas sighed. He turned to go into the shop, hand on the knob when he paused. Uncertain, but having been able to converse with someone freely was rather nice. Looking over at the girl he opened the door and held it open. An invitation if she so took it as one to continue their conversation.
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Post by Foxxfire on 9th March 2018, 2:40 am

Evangeline wasn't really sure what she should have done. Making conversation never hurt anyone, but what if the boy didn't want to talk? For all she knew, she just bumped into him, and he was pretty much forced to talk to her, after she introduced herself. Then, on the other hand, if he really didn't want to talk to her, he could have just dismissed her, turn around and leave. There was nothing holding him back from that. But Silas stayed, despite the fact that he didn't truly know her, and for some weird reason, Evangeline felt glad that he did. She had never been the girl to have lots of friends, despite being a Pureblood. The social butterfly of the family happened to be her brother, Nathaniel, even though it should have been the other way around.

"Runes."

A small smirk touched the witch's lips, intrigued by Silas' answer. Truthfully, she didn't strike him as that type of guy, but what did she strike him as anyway? She barely knew him, and to be fair, it was obvious that he was very hard to read. Most Purebloods from old families were like that. Evangeline should be like that. But of course, the Faye heiress just had to make a difference. Though, she should have expected him to say Runes, after he had just handed her a book full of them.

"Interesting," Eva said, but then fell silent. In any other occasion, she would have shared her own opinion on the subject, and then would tell him about her favorite one. Going into detail about what she found fascinating and what not so much. But with Silas, she didn't know what to do. When you were not good at socializing, things that seemed incredibly simple became complicated in an instant.

But the witch was shaken out of her thoughts when Silas moved. Her eyes followed him as he moved to the door, hand on the knob ready to walk in with no other word. Evangeline sighed, knowing that she should have expected it. She was not the best person to talk to, after all, people made sure to keep reminding her of that. Though, to her surprise, Silas stopped, turning to look at her as he opened the door. Eva stared for a moment, not sure if it was an invitation, or something else.

Deciding to go for the first, Evangeline moved inside a little too eagerly, giving him a small smile and a thank you. Once inside, Eva moved towards the shelves immediately, looking for the Potions books. If he asked her about it, then she would tell him that it was her favorite subject. That this was what she was truly good at, and that, one day, she hoped to be one of the greatest Potions Mistresses to exist.
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Post by Niemand on 9th March 2018, 3:11 am

The teen's mouth curved up of its own accord when she decided to take his silent invitation. There was relief and a bit of nervousness. This was his chance he supposed to get an acquaintance on his own merits. This might have been a coincidental meeting, but he would make the most of it. Inviting her in and her accepting, would allow him more time to speak with her, get to know her to study her. The train and then later at school would be the real test, wouldn't it?

The clerk once seeing that the teens came inside let them be. Silas had come here a few times before and always paid for his books. It wasn't as if he would try and abscond with any of the merchandise. His observant eyes picked up the direction his new companion was moving towards. Following her he asked, "Potions?"

Giving her a considering glance, he wondered what he would have thought might have been one of her interests. "Something in common then," he stated. He'd become more interested in potions after last year.

"What drives you?" You inquired.
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Post by Foxxfire on 9th March 2018, 3:50 am

Evangeline didn't waste any time. Her fingers moved deftly of the books, reading the titles and the authors, in hopes to find something that she actually hadn't read before. Sadly, most of the books on the shelves were things she had stumbled upon in the past, but the young witch didn't stop looking. She was determined to find something. There had to be something!

"Potions?"

Eva jumped slightly. She hadn't seen Silas following her until his voice informed her so. She nodded at the question, even though there was no need, before turning back to the shelf. The witch's eyes widened slightly as Silas admitted that this was something they had in common. Not many people found Potions as fascinating as her. Usually, they found them really difficult, or boring, something that Eva couldn't really understand. Potions were one of the most amazing subjects taught at Hogwarts.

"What drives you?"

"Everything!" Eva answered truthfully, turning to look at the wizard with a big smile. "Potions seem simple, but, I could kill you in an instant and you wouldn't even know. It's not just... Love potions and Sleeping Draughts. It's very good knowledge of the herbs and all the ingredients you use. How much you need to brew it, when to stir it... It's power."

Taking a deep breath, to calm her excitement, the witch asked. "What drives you?"
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Post by Niemand on 10th March 2018, 9:57 pm

A minute widening of his eyes was all that showed of the teen's surprise at her answer. There weren't many people who would get fired up and excited about potions. The lack of enjoyment doubly so when you took into account whom the professor was for that particular subject at Hogwarts. Then they got to the crux and Silas again could related. Perhaps not towards potions, but power. Power was everything especially if you were born to certain situations. Power was control. There were many types of power and one of them that Silas learned early on was information. Knowledge had been his power. The more he learned, the more he understood. The more he understood the better he knew how to apply that knowledge.

Last year Silas had spent many hours in the hospital wing. Not because he was injured, but because he found the healing process fascinating. Or more acuratley, how much the human body could endure before injury. It might have been dark and twisted, but it didn't change his want to know more. He could have blamed the Black insanity, or even his Lestrange bloodline. However, he liked to believe it was all him and him alone that had these impulses with no influence from heritage.

Madam Pomfrey had accepted his help and interest in the healing arts. It helped to have a helper with how many people needed seeing to because of the toad woman's blood quill.

Considering the girl's question very seriously, Silas halted the first couple things that came to mind. "That's a bit complicated and more than a single answer," he finally replied with.

Shifting, Silas' cheeks tinged a bit pink causing him to be happy for his tanned skin instead of being pale like his relatives. Uncomfortable with the subject but believing Evangeline deserved an answer after being honest with him. "If I were to summarize it though?" A deep thoughful frown and uncertainty expressed in his brown eyes he hesitantly replied, "Freedom? I want to be able to make my own choices. Succeed or fail on my own merits."
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Post by Foxxfire on 11th March 2018, 1:53 am

When Eva had the chance to speak about Potions, the excitement was use. She didn't know whether it was the fact that she was simply in love with the subject, and really good at it, or if it was, in truth, something else. Could it be that just because she was one of the best at this particular subject, it gave her the feel of power? Maybe it was because, for once in her life, she wasn't feeling weak, or defenseless. Because when it came down to Potions, she was far more powerful than most people her age. And she loved it. She loved knowing that she was better than them. That, unlike them, her Potions could do damage to them, or save their life, if needed. She had the power to control them, in a sense.

Silas' voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes searched his, in hopes to understand what was going through his mind right at that moment. Why would telling someone what you like be so complicated? For her, at least, it was pretty easy to spot out the reason someone or something made her happy.
But then he decided to give her an honest answer, and Evangeline felt the corner of her lips pull up into a small smirk.

Freedom.

Was it because of his Last Name? To be fair, if Eva was a Lestrange, she didn't know how she would feel. When your mother was a Deatheater, it was really hard to persuade people that what you do has nothing to do with her. That you have wants and beliefs. That no matter what, you have things to offer and goals to achieve. But even now, that she was a Faye, freedom was still something missing. When you were a Pureblood, you didn't really have the freedom to make your own choices. They were all laid out for you.
But Silas was right. During Potions, it was the choices you made that would define you and the quality of the potions you are making.

"Beautifully said." The witch said with a smile and a nod of approval. "It is nice to know that there are still people who take responsibility for their actions. Though, whether you will succeed, or fail, when it comes down to Potions, I will always crush you." Evangeline hadn't meant that as a threat. She was simply teasing the wizard, hoping he wouldn't take this badly.
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Post by Niemand on 11th March 2018, 3:43 am

The blush that he couldn't stamp down, Silas didn't know why he opened up like that. Then it was forgotten as he realized that he was being teased! That wasn't something he wasn't used to. Tormented and taunted but actual teasing that had no maliciousness to it? That was a first. After a blink from shock, he returned the smile with a tiny one of his own that bespoke his lack of use. Eyes lighting up with a gleam, his smile turned into a half smirk as he decided, "Your challenge has been accepted."

Silas didn't like to lose. If she beat him fairly, he was sure he would be upset, but would get over it and congratulate her. She seemed much more passionate about it then he. For him, it was a means to an end. For her...That wasn't the case at all.

"I'm guessing your first present was a cauldron?" He felt able to tease back. He liked that she felt free enough to be...friendly? Was that the word? How was it he had skipped over and dismissed her all these years? Granted, if the years they've had at Hogwarts were typical, then each year was going to prove more and more interesting.
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Post by Foxxfire on 11th March 2018, 3:56 am

As Silas accepted her 'challenge', Eva smirked. Thankfully, he hadn't taken it too badly. No, on the contrary, the male was actually smiling at her, showing that he had understood she was simply teasing, and had accepted it. The Ravenclaw witch wasn't meaning any harm, and for once, she was actually curious whether a friendship could be formed between the two. After all, they were in the same year and house, and Evangeline truly had no one to spend time with at the castle. A friend would be greatly appreciated.

As he teased her back, though, Evangeline blinked a couple of times. Teasing Silas had come naturally to her, even though this wasn't usually part of her behavior. But seeing Silas tease her back, it was weird. Not in a bad sense, though. After a moment of surprise, Eva laughed softly, turning back to the bookshelf in front of them, and hiding her face behind the curtain she called hair. A rosy color touched her cheeks, but Evangeline wouldn't allow herself to admit she was blushing.

"How funny," Eva said, followed by an eyeroll and a small chuckle. Who would have thought that another Pureblood could actually be that fun? All the Pureblood guys Eva had the pleasure to meet, including her brother, were horrendous monsters. They lacked any sense of warmth and just made you feel awkward and unwanted, but with Silas, it was so very different. She felt... comfortable. Like he understood, without her having to say much, or anything at all.

"How come we didn't stumble upon each other at the castle? Same year, same house..." Eva turned to look at the wizard again, her eyes lingering on his face for a bit, her thoughts running wild. "I guess everything truly happens for a reason."
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Post by Niemand on 11th March 2018, 4:37 am

The relief he felt at the fact she hadn't called him on how weak his return was, loosened up some of the remaining stiffness. It was still awkward around her, but only because he was very socially inept. At least he hadn't been aiming to impress, even if inwardly he winced only realizing after he'd spoken how lame it had been. The fact of the matter was that this was someone he'd met and was interacting with on his own terms. Her expression from when she'd introduced herself spoke plainly enough that this meeting hadn't been planned or coherced. It truly had been an accident. Or if he's been an optimist would have called it serendipitous.

Grateful to her turning her back to him as she laughed he grimaced. Yeah, it hasn't been. Shoving his hand not holding the runes book into a pocket of his worn brown leather jacket, he blinked when she mirrored his thoughts. Shrugging, he honestly stated, "We're Ravenclaw." As if that explained everything.

In a way it did. Ravenclaws were known to persue their own projects and were more background. Most of the student populace and the rumormill were filled with the gossip and goings on between the house rivalries of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Not to mention their infamous members, Potter, Malfoy, and Wesley (usually the twins). Their sorting hadn't drawn as much attention as Potter and his sidekick arriving in a flying car. Then it had also helped that there were two other Lestranges at Hogwarts who kept to the Slytherin den. Most, likely thought him their sibling until asked around.

"We've also had other bigger things to deal with each year. Basalisk, Dementors, Foreign wizards for a school match, twisted frog faced imps, the Dark Lord rising..."
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Post by Foxxfire on 11th March 2018, 4:54 am

"We're Ravenclaw."

"That, we are." The witch mumbled with a small nod. Unlike the other houses, Ravenclaw was rarely the center of gossip. Gryffindor and Slytherin were the center of attention, especially Harry Potter. That boy was up to no good, yet, he somehow always ended up free of charge and looking like a hero. Ravenclaw was completely pushed in the back, and there were times that Eva felt frustrated about it. The house of intelligence and wit pushed aside, as if it meant nothing? It was tragic!

"We've also had other bigger things to deal with each year. Basilisk, Dementors, Foreign wizards for a school match, twisted frog faced imps, the Dark Lord rising..."

Evangeline froze. Unfortunately, it was pretty obvious that her mind shut down the moment that sentence left Silas' lips. Her heart was beating fast against her chest, and once again, the girl found herself unable to speak. Truthfully, she hadn't expected Silas to be so straightforward, but on the other hand, she had been pretty open about herself so far. Maybe, he felt safe enough to be open about himself too. But what could you possibly say after that?

The Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk were something that had intrigued the young witch extremely. Yet, after she was unable to find anything, she gave up... Until, Potter and the Weasley girl came out of it, and the whole of Hogwarts started talking about it. The Tri-Wizard Tournament was something the girl had enjoyed. At least until -surprise surprise!- Potter came out of that bloody Maze with a dead Diggory in his arms.

And then, there was the return of the Dark Lord. The witch had avoided bringing that up, oblivious to weather Silas wanted to talk about it. A part of her had hoped that he wouldn't be part of this macabre group, but another part of her knew very well that he was a part of her just as much as she were. Maybe, even more. And even though it scared her beyond limits, she felt... relief. Because she wasn't alone.

"How... How do you deal with it?" The witch asked, in a whisper. Eva still didn't know what to do, now that Vodlemort was back. But she would have to meet him eventually. She would have to get the mark, just like her father and brother. And she was scared. Only then did Eva realise that she didn't know whether Silas had the mark. Her eyes hesitantly moved to his covered arm, before turning to his face.

"Do you..,"
The witch didn't finish her sentence. She allowed the boy to figure out her question and give her an answer, if he wanted to share. Else, she would pretend nothing ever happened and move on. It was his choice whether he wanted to tell her if he was, indeed, bearing the Dark Mark.
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Post by Niemand on 11th March 2018, 5:19 am

Once it had left his lips, Silas watched her reaction. It hasn't been planned, not really. It had slipped out. It was also the truth. He knew why they'd yet to really talk to another each year. But now that they were, he wanted her measure. He's deliberately trailed off to see what she would say and do. Her initial reaction was as he'd thought it would be. She had frozen, not even trying to play it off or hide the fact. Evangeline was scared and his eyes narrowed just the fraction. Naturally, she should be scared. Would be stupid if she wasn't.

How she replied and her next actions would be very telling. Unaware that he was imitating his cousin Leyton, he drummed the book against his leg as he continued to gaze at her. When she asked her first question hesitantly he canted his head to the side. "Deal with what?" He dared her. Then she said it. Or rather her glance did.

Face devoid of all expression, his hand stilled while inside he wanted to sneer. Of course she would naturally assume, wouldn't she? He was not a Lestrange, he was the spawn of Bellatrix Lestrange. The Dark Lord's most infamous and devout follower. His eyes though showed a bit of his anger as they glitters like shards of glass.

"Do you?" He retorted. "I wasn't aware he held audiences with fifteen year olds." The smart thing would have been to collect his old followers. Punish those that needed it to show his followers he wasn't weak and to install new fear and loyalty in them. Silas doubted that he would call in school children just yet.

"As for how I deal with being the child of two notorious Death Eaters?" His voice was level and he arched a brow. "I don't know how to be anything but what I am."
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Post by Foxxfire on 11th March 2018, 5:37 am

She knew he was angry. From the way he dared her to voice her thoughts, to the way he was looking at her. Evangeline had made an assumption, just because he was a Lestrange. But she shouldn't have. This was not her. And truthfully, she hadn't meant it to harm him. Evangeline didn't believe that Silas was anything like his parents, because simply, she didn't know him. She had no idea how he grew up, but it was obvious that he needed no one. He held himself just fine.

Eva's eyes found his, the look of apology written over it. She had never wanted to offend him or make any assumptions about him. She was merely curious, because it wasn't just talking anymore. All these years that her father had been preparing her, yes, they were hard, but there was no real danger for her. But now, the Dark Lord had once again risen, and Evangeline knew that his army would grow. Her father couldn't wait for her to join. Just like her brother did.
" I apologise, Silas. I never meant to make assumptions."

But then his question on whether she had the Dark Mark popped up, and Eva took a deep breath. All expression gone, Eva looked straight at Silas. "No. But I am expected to." It was not a lie. Evangeline would eventually have to bear the Mark of the Dark Lord, if she wanted to survive. Her family was devoted to him, all of her ancestors were. But Evangeline didn't want it. She didn't want any of it. She didn't want to bear any mark, and she certainly didn't want to follow one of the deadliest wizards of all time.

"I don't know how to be anything but what I am."

Evangeline nodded. He was right. There wasn't a way to 'deal' with it. He was just who he was. Evangeline wished she could be just like him, and in truth, why couldn't see? Because you are a woman, born in a noble Pureblood family, she thought. And Pureblood ladies had to listen and obey. Because that was the 'right' thing to do. "I like what you are." The witch blurted out. Once she understood what she had said, her eyes widened a fraction and she immediately turned away from him, staring at the books. Anywhere but him.

"I just... uh... I didn't mean to offend you, with what I said. You seem very interesting, and your last name makes no difference to me. I just... I was curious. I have never met a man with whom I felt so comfortable with. Especially in our circle. But I am glad you are different." Eva still avoided looking at him, because she knew that this time, the blush on her cheeks couldn't be hidden away.
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Post by Niemand on 12th March 2018, 4:02 am

This was the second time she apologized to him within a span of a half hour. The teenager doubted her word since she had made 'assumptions' despite her intentions. First upon hearing his name before she had consciously decided to give him a chance. Now, it reared its head again when she had all but insinuated that he would bare the mark. It was all ludicrous to Silas.

When she confessed that she was 'expected to', he arched a brow. As far as he knew, most never expected the Dark Lord to be back. There were the select few like his mother had never believed the rumors that he was gone, but others like his uncle wasted no time in getting clear. Was she saying that her family had been informed during the last school year? That her parents had been as fervent and devout as his own? Somehow, he didn't buy it.

"You barely know me," he returned to her comment about liking who he was. It was possible she liked who she'd seen so far, but she hadn't even scratched the surface of who he was. Her statement confused and unsettled him.

"Our circle being, what?" While he was trying to come to terms with what she said as well as try and sort through it, pick it apart, he needed her to say it. "Ravenclaws?"

He took a step closer to her back and lowered his voice. "Death Eater spawn?"

While he'd attended soirees that claimed the 'Purebloods' of the upper wizarding society, Silas never cared for them. Nor was he ever gladder that 'playdates' were never arranged for him to get to know his 'peers'. Silas' social circles at home and at school were completely different. He also kept them very far apart. As far as he knew, Evangeline had never once orbited his circle.
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Post by Foxxfire on 12th March 2018, 4:48 am

Evangeline hadn't once wanted to get on Silas' bad side.  It was the first time in a while that the young witch had managed to have a civil conversation with someone and actually enjoy it. Yet, it seemed to be a lot more challenging that what she had believed. No matter what she said, it always came out wrong to Silas' ears. And the witch ended up looking either like a fool, or like a prejudiced piece of shit. Neither of the two was what Eva was looking for. But Silas was pushing her in to a corner, and the poor girls had no idea how to get out of it.

As he pointed out that Evangeline barely knew him, who he truly was, she nodded. Of course she didn't know who Silas Lestrange truly was, and to be honest, from the way this conversation was going, she doubted she would have the chance to ever get to know him. But she didn't have to know everything in order to like something. For a first impression, he had done well. Better than almost every other male she had the fortune to meet.

"Our circle being, what?"

Silas kept pushing her, and Evangeline didn't know how long she could hold on. Yes, patience was one of the things she had developed over the years. In the Pureblood society, women needed a lot of it to survive. But right  now, with Silas, she didn't feel like a Pureblood lady. She felt like herself. The true, raw self that she had been hiding away, because it wasn't appropriate. And the darkness that was laying underneath all the pleasantries. There was darkness in the witch. Her soul had been tainted after many years with her brother and her father, the abuse, the lies, everything. But the young witch was stronger than that. She wasn't afraid of Silas.
But answering him would give him the control he was craving for. She would tell him exactly what he wanted her to say, and Eva was simply not going to make him happy.

Completely ignoring his question, the girl didn't bother to turn to look at him. Deep breaths were needed, in order to calm down. And she was doing incredibly fine, until  he moved closer to her and her heart stopped in an instant. She could feel him behind her, his head over her ear, ready to voice his thoughts. But the Ravenclaw was frozen. No man had ever been this close to her. No man was allowed to be this close to her. Yet here he was, not giving a single care about what was allowed or not.

"Death Eater spawn?"

That was it.

Eva turned around immediately, coming face to face with the wizard who was repeatedly testing her limits. Her eyes were cold, yet a fire was blazing in them. Her temper surfacing, and Evangeline had no intention of hiding that away. Not anymore. He had pushed her too much this time. "It seems I am not the one making assumptions, Mister Lestrange. I would suggest you don't push me too much. That is not a way to talk to a Lady, is it?" Eva countered, sarcasm lacing her every word.

Placing a hand against his chest, the Ravenclaw pushed him back softly, moving to the next shelf of books. History. There had to be something there to keep her mind occupied.
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Post by Niemand on 12th March 2018, 5:15 am

The last utterance had done it as he knew it would. How she would react was what Silas wanted to determine. The way one acted related a lot about who they were. While people generally fell into three categories when confronted with something unpleasant, he had wanted to see where she would fall. Would Evangeline be the type to flee, freeze, or fight? His question would evoke one of those responses.

It seemed she was the type to fight then flee. Or as he preferred to call it, a tactical retreat after a surgical strike. Blinking when she had spun to face him, the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly at what he saw in her eyes. Despite her height being almost a foot shorter than his own, at that moment, she seemed to be as tall as he.

It seemed they were to be on surname basis as they were at school. However, there was a flaw in her outburst. He'd made no assumptions. She had clearly spelled out that her parents were of the same persuasion of his own. That made her what he called her. Yet, like him, it seemed she despised that label. Did this mean she planned on being something more than just another small cog to be lost in the machine of insanity?

If he'd wanted to, Silas could have used his height and weight to plant himself from moving. However, he allowed the girl to push his chest and to retreat. Back stepping, he watched her as he tried to puzzle things out. It seemed, he might have found someone to talk to after all.

A more sincere smile crossed his face. Following her but making sure that the distance wasn't invasive, Silas stated, "I wasn't aware I was talking to a lady."

That statement he was sure would have raised her heckles if he'd delivered it in the way most would. However, it was said in a way that put emphasis on lady as one would in a social gathering. If they were to go about speaking as one would at a boring affair, he had enough of that at Hogwarts.

"I thought I was talking to a possible..." Surely not friend. There would be so much more that had to be sorted and tested before such a word could even be bandied about. "Acquaintance. Or was I mistaken?"
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Post by Foxxfire on 12th March 2018, 5:37 am

Evangeline had to move away, after what she had voiced. Not because she was ashamed, or afraid, for that matter. She simply had nothing to say, and by putting space between the two of them, Evangeline was challenging the other wizard to make a decision. Whether he would follow her, or leave. The witch wished she could say that both were accepted, but a part of her, the selfish, full of hope part of her, wanted him to follow her. To stay. Because Evangeline needed a friend. Or at least, someone who would understand her enough, during the days that her life would become too rough to handle.

Silas could have kept her there. Evangeline knew he was much taller that she was, plus, he was a man. Still a teenager, yes, but his body was build that way, making him stronger than her. She hated that he was taller, because it made her look small and vulnerable when he towered easily over her. He could trap her, and she would have no way out. But there was this other side of her, that liked it. Because, despite the fear, there was still some sense of safety he was giving her.

"I wasn't aware I was talking to a lady."

At that statement, Evangeline turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. The wizard had followed her, which meant two things. Either he had more to add, or... or he actually liked and accepted what she had told him so far. Evangeline was hoping for the latter, because that would mean that she had the chance to see him again. Talk to him again. Maybe, just maybe, make a friend.
But as Silas stated that he was talking to a possible acquaintance, instead of a Lady, Eva's eyes widened just a fraction and a smirk touched her lips. Silas Lestrange was one unpredictable man.

"Maybe. Maybe not."
The answer was playful, but Eva's tone was enough for the wizard to understand that she was agreeing to what he had said. She did want to be his acquaintance. That was, after all, a start.
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