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1975. A time of struggle for muggles and wizards alike. While the cold war is at its height, the wizarding world is faced with a war of its own. The Daily Prophet has reported nothing but bad news as of late. There have been disappearances, murders, dark marks in the sky, and sightings of strange men in masks. Whispers say this is all the work of the Dark Lord, an enemy so formidable no one dares to speak his name.

A dark cloud hangs over Hogwarts, for even its peace has been disturbed. The promise of a new academic year and its would-be adventures are instead shrouded in unspeakable fear. There are those who come to Hogwarts with dark intentions and even darker magic. No one knows who they are. They stay in the shadows, bearing the faces of old friends or foes, whispering, scheming...

In this age of growing racial prejudice, the well-being of half-breeds and muggle borns hang in the balance.

Hogwarts is no longer safe.
Current Chapter 6: A Solemn Supper

Date: Wednesday, October 8 1975
Time: 6pm
Event: Feast at the Great Hall
Weather: Cloudy

Hogwarts opens its great doors once more, though the students that choose to remain are anything but great in number. If, at the beginning of the school year, the halls were flooded with streams of black robes, it is now reduced to a trickle. And what would customarily be an exited hubbub is now uncomfortably quiet, occasionally permeated by whispers of uncertainty and fear.

Something about Hogwarts has changed. Something more than the Chamber of Secrets being opened then closed once again. Something more than the appointment of the new Headmaster Demetrius Creed, whose very existence seems to be shrouded in mystery. Hogwarts itself seems foreboding somehow. Like some dark and evil spirit has possessed its very walls. For the castle towers now stood frowning upon the encroaching students like it loathes for them to come back. There will be no warm welcome, no semblance of a joyous celebration to be had. There is only the beginnings of an omen.

But even in the darkness, there is hope. The two students who fell victim to the Basilisk are now cured and well, even if the trauma remains with them and will haunt their dreams for some time.

Today, they will be rejoining their classmates who, upon their arrival, are immediately ushered into the Great Hall for supper. There, half the former staff awaits them upon their usual seats at the great table, whilst the other half seems to have been replaced by unknown and unwelcoming new faces. The usual seat of the Headmaster is curiously empty.
Write-up by Adrian   |   Coding by Adrian   |   © Art taken from Pottermore






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Cyrus Grey

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Cyrus held a disdain about going to supper that night, call her petty. But she feared the news of Rory’s return, among the possibilities of looks eyes with Tasha Wolfe or Ben Stone. Heart chest ached from her emotions being played like a violin, her heart the strings, pulled and tuned.

Sitting on her bed, her head was rest in the cross of her arms. Things were a mess now at Hogwarts, more so than they were before. But, Cy had a burning reality that tasted like bile at the back of her throat. Rory Thomson held so much over her head now; he was awake, knew her secret, and they made a sealed deal. Grey was a minion at his disposal, a pawn to his game of chess which was the halls of Hogwarts. But she knew one thing—he couldn’t keep her from supper long. Her body was already objecting to his presence in her dark cloud thoughts.

Finally, she plucked up the last of her courage, and pulled a snug sweater over her head. Dropping down the stairs, she wandered the hallways in her mousey form. Allowing the peace and quiet and the occasional frightening of others away to saver the feeling dread that would come with see that big-nosed muggleborn. Shuffling into a quiet corner in the corridor—Cyrus takes the moment to shift back into her normal features. Dusting herself free of whatever dirt, or mite that had clung to her in the tiny form before.

The more scruffy in appearance Australian wandered through the larger doors moments before a similar redhead from Hufflepuff did. Offering the awkward girl a smile in welcome, then returning to a sterner expression when her gaze fell on the other newly returned student. Wandering over to a young woman, Elizabeth Hawthorne, to be exact, that made her stomach stir with resentment, and envy. A powerfully nasty concoction. Something the younger Grey twin didn’t like to admit as she moved to the crowd of babbling idiots she called friends.​


“Perhaps, talk to the girl who knows how to speak to snakes?” Cyrus almost suggested in a vain attempt to joing the hastey conversation of panic about the Chamber of Secret that she could hear thanks to the volume control Joan truly lacked. She couldn’t help by smirk at the undection of Ivar Ragnulf who’d over been awkwardly standing right next to the ground who gerble their fright and woes.

Digging through her charmed pockets she pulled free a jar of Vegemite, and stole a few pieces of toast. “The Chamber was made by a Serpent charmer, maybe a fellow charmer hears things we can’t. And I wouldn’t say the voices that possibly lurk of the ghost of dead parents, either.” Cyrus said grimly watching Joan torturing the egg left on her plate. The yolk oozing like a weeping wound all over the rest of her plate’s contents.


Mentions: Ben Stone {former character} and Tasha Wolfe.​

Interactions: Joan Lambert @Adrian Jasper Grey @Ghostly Boo & Ivar
Location: Gryffindor Girl's Dorm to Great Hall

 
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Effie Campbell

Effie could say with a certainty that the Hogwarts they all returned to left her with an eerie feeling. The castle felt a lot less lively with the student population having suddenly dropped over a week. Although Effie could only assume that concerned parents had pulled their children out of Hogwarts from the incident. In fact even her own were considering it, but hadn't been entirely convinced yet. Of course, if Effie asked for it they would most likely transfer her. She was feeling al little uncomfortable since having returned. On top of that Hawthorn, a friend of Davi's, had suddenly requested to see her the day they returned. Lost to her thoughts, the girl nearly bumped into Cyrus as she arrived to the great hall for breakfast. Only able to stop having noticed movement out of her peripherals. Blinking she eyes Cyrus, as the Australian gives her an awkward smile. She returned it, her smile not as bright as it usual was, but still polite and friendly. Effie was about to say good morning when Her green orbs finally notices the blonde waiting for her in the corner of the great hall. Keeping her head low she rushes past Cyrus up to the older woman, a bit nervous over what she could possibly want with her.

"G-good morning. I was told by a housemate that you wanted to see me?" Effie greets the vampire unsuspectingly, but curious all the same.

"Oh yes, I'm glad you came! I was hoping I didn't scare you off little mouse." Elizabeth coos, her painted dusty pink lips curling up into a smile.

It made Effie uncomfortable for some reason. As if she was scheming something. She also didn't answer the question, which was something Effie had noticed. It wasn't until a familiar voice called out to her did Effie pull her attention away from Elizabeth to the figure of her old friend Alistair. She had been avoiding him for weeks now, but between Elizabeth and Alistair she would much prefer the later. Stepping back a little from Elizabeth she motions for Ali to come over. "Sorry Elizabeth. Maybe another time?" She says with an apologetic look on her face. Of course that didn't stop Elizabeth from huffing and walking away from them as Alistair arrives.

Interactions: Cyrus (@Bubbly Potions), Elizabeth (Vio)
Mentions: Alistair (@Adrian )
 
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Athena Blake Weiss
The dark-haired witch rubbed her hands across her face. Today felt different, she wasn't particularly known in the school and was a bit of an overlooked witch. She dropped her hands. The air felt different this time around back at Hogwarts. She stood up and gave Star a quick pet before heading down the Great Hall with her bag in hand. She made her way to her table slowly trying to make sure she kept a small profile. She was used to being ignored, she was mostly in the background of a lot of things and knew more than a lot of people. She shook her head her short hair bouncing as she did so.
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Juniper Murray

Mentions: Morrigan Quinn @Bubbly Potions - Rosa @Sanguine Fox
Interactions: Rosa @Sanguine Fox
Location: Great Hall
Juniper had been at the Slytherin table for some time now, having been waiting for Morrigan to make an appearance and taking the opportunity to enjoy the company of someone who wasn't her partner or completely unbearable. In fact, she sometimes even found herself enjoying the company of the girl. Even if her guard was up at all times, the danger of it made it far more enjoyable.

She brushed a pale green gaze over her hand resting against the table left there for Rosa to paint her nails, not something she cared far to much about as long as her other hand was free. She returned her gaze to the book before her. "You should tighten your grip on your minion's, Hogwarts has taken a new turn and betrayal is a given," She said in a flat tone of voice, abruptly changing the topic. It was the closes she'd ever get to giving anyone a warning...ever.

Original By: Spectre of the Fade
Edits By: Bubbly Potions
 
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Rosa wasn't a fan of immediate change. A new headmaster and a good amount of the staff had changed much to her displeasure. Her discomfort and annoyance wasn't at their departure but the time she had spent displaying manipulated facades to each one for her future benefit. Rosa's time had been wasted with their disappearance and she was far from satisfied. Though it failed to show on her face, her mind worked over her remaining manipulations - her protections from whatever drama would come and it would, that she was sure of. Not that she had any intention of participating in anything, after all, she wasn't foolish enough to risk herself.

Her attention was drawn from painting that dark, navy blue upon the Ravenclaws nails to peer up at her fellow newspaper club member. Curiously, she raised a brow, before she peered back to her work and continued on, "I would not call them minions..." Rosa pondered, finishing the nail she was on with a small hum. "I'm just manoeuvring people as I need to stay safe - even a blind person should be able to see that this place is going down hill." It only took her a few more moments or two to finish the final nail upon Juniper's hand, prompting her to hurriedly seal up the polish bottle.

An exasperated sigh fell from her lips as Rosa stretched slightly, her amber gaze drawn to the food nearby as an expression of mild disgust formed faintly upon her features. She knew she should eat - yet no part of her could muster the motivation to as whispers of keeping her weight where she wanted it caused her to turn her attention back to Juniper. "You should be more careful too, Juniper." Rosa cooed, settling her elbow onto the table as her chin settled within her palm, a lack of manners she was sure her family would be horrified at but she was at the school to be away from their hovering, paranoid gazes.

"Calling them minions...being sneaky...it makes you appear quite villainous"A bore gaze settled upon her features, a yawn drifting on her lips. It was a honest warning - Rosa was quite fond of Juniper after all though she knew the other had her own, possibly dangerous agendas, she just didn't know what it was. "That wouldn't be any fun. Shouldn't you keep your nature a little more discreet?"
 
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Elise looked excitedly at the paints. Though she knew she wasn't the most artistic, Elise enjoyed the freedom of the arts. Plus, she wasn't entirely bothered that she pretty much failed miserably at art - it was more for fun with her. "Of course I want to, Ash!" She replied, sitting up straighter in her seat as she pushed the book further away to make room. Excitement or no, Elise would not risk damaging her book - it was old and withered already, it didn't need to be painted every colour of the rainbow though it would certainly brighten it up.

The Ravenclaw was almost bouncing in her seat, looking as if she had to much sugar as she began her usual ramblings, "What should we even paint though? We could try paint something from within the school? Ooooh! What about a Hippogriff? Or something to do with Quidditch? A broom? A snitch?" Elise babbled, only pausing for a moment before she continued, she had to breathe after all, "Urh...maybe something simple? I'm terrible at drawing so I am sure I will suck at painting too...What do you think we should paint?"


 
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Juniper Murray

Mentions: Rosa @Sanguine Fox
Interactions: Rosa @Sanguine Fox
Location: Great Hall
Juniper brushed a curiously glance over the finished colouring of her nails before looking at the girl beside them. " Of course you wouldn't," She said simply, returning her hand to her book to turn the page. "Surround yourself with willing sheep all you want, I believe this school's finally gotten..." She released a slight hum of thought. "Interesting..." She mused, pale eyes lifting to the professors table.

At her next comment, the blonde lifted her gaze to her...Well she couldn't exactly call her a friend nor was she an enemy. Perhaps she had the potential to be one and she simply needed to keep an eye on her. However, after moment of careful consideration she decided that her comment wasn't a threat.

She scoffed, closing her book with a snap as she arched a pale brow. "I needn't worry, having 'minions' would put me in danger. Relying on ones self removes that threat." She said smoothly. She drummed her fingertips lazily against the top of her book her gaze flicking around absently. "True intentions should always be shrouded by a web of deception," She murmured a cool smile curling her lips. No one ever saw anything but what she wanted them to see.

"You however, have too many threads connected to you. Hogwarts has changed Rosa, be mindful of those you use," She said softly, offering her own piece of advice in return for her warning. One she didn't need. Things were going exactly as planned.

Original By: Spectre of the Fade
Edits By: Bubbly Potions
 
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Ash Caster
Ash smiled in delight at his friends eager response to his offer. He eagerly opened up the bag to show her the art supplies he'd gotten. "We'll have to make most of the colours we want to use but that will be fun!" He said happily.

He released a soft laugh at his best friend and her endless rambling. He laughed again at her brief pause before lightly catching her shoulders, dark eyes glittering with amusement. "Slow down," He said with a little laugh. "You're making even me feel breathless," He teased lightly. He playfully petted the top of her head before tucking his feet beneath him.

"Why not paint anything we think of in the spur of the moment?" He suggested with a bright smile. "I'm not so great myself," He confessed with a thoughtful look. "So we might start with something and end up with something else completely," He said in amusement.

Mentions: Elise Campbell @Sanguine Fox
Interactions: Elise Campbell @Sanguine Fox
Location: Great Hall
 
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Lauren + Henry
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The Reunion
Lauren felt a twinge of awkwardness putting back on her school uniform for the first time. Her hands shaking as she recalled the nightmares that had plagued her since she “woke up”. Everything was flashes of something completely unsettling, it made her unsure of Hogwarts and if it was truly safe anymore. She felt her lip quiver about that place; the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. The haunted one… Where she’d been found.

“Please let everything be okay today,” Laurie whispered to herself hands firmly clasped together until knuckles were edging on a shade of ivory and fingers were growing purple. She released a deep breath and then decided it was best for her to go now. Or she wouldn’t ever. “Goodbye everyone,” the sweet Hufflepuff whispered to her roommate’s secret zoo of mythical creatures carefully shutting the door behind her.

She then stepped forward, mind only thinking of the positives while the anxieties tried so hard to come back through. Lauren wasn’t about to let herself be beaten by them though! It was a new day, and beginning for her. Well, evening, stupid. She thought quietly to herself moving through the quiet halls, feeling a twisting nervousness about being in the halls on her own.

Laurie reminded herself that the quicker she was in the Great Hall for a long-awaited supper, the better.


There was a tingle in his fingers as he sat there at the Hufflepuff table. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves, anticipation, or maybe a mix of both. There was no reason for him to be nervous, at least not that he could think of. In fact, he should be happy. He had heard rumors that Laurie was awake and doing better now. Was it true?

He wanted to see it for himself.

But he had been sitting here for what felt like ages, keeping his two eyes unblinkingly glued to the open doors. There had been no sign of Laurie, not yet, and he was getting impatient. Impatient to find out whether his friend’s recovery had been a success. Impatient to see her face and hear her laugh again.


Lauren nervously nibbled on her bottom lip the closer she drew to the Great Hall. Clasping her hands together, which shaken bitterly until her joints ached. She felt a sense of comfort stepping in the warm inviting light of the Great Hall. Her big blue eyes searching the enchanted ceiling of hovering candles, then to the rows and rows of students eating.

Nothing had changed. But it felt like everything had changed.

Awkwardly she searched for a few faces, Rosa, Annie, Piper and Henry. People she knew came to see her when she was in that vegetable state.

Laurie didn’t see a few of the faces in the crowd until she looked a distance down the Hufflepuff table. Her eyes beginning to water at the sight of the stupidly lovable Henry Chen. Stifling a stupid smile, the small seventh year wondered if he saw her too.


Nothing had changed. But it felt like everything had changed

For a brief moment, he hadn’t recognized her. She seemed different somehow: alive and well… but different.

He rose from the table so quickly, people turned to look in surprise. But he didn’t notice. All that his eyes could discern at that moment was the figure in the distance. He approached her. Slowly, at first, as though in a dreamlike state. Then, he began to run, almost throwing them both to the ground as they collided into a hug.


Slightly winded by the collision, she huffed out a rough sigh. Feeling the warmth of Henry’s body seeping into hers. It took a moment to really click that he was hugging her in front of so many onlookers. Laurie reminded herself though, that times like these didn’t come around often. So, she wrapped her arms loosely around Henry, burying her face into his chest.

Her cheeks began to grow rosy at their closeness before she noticed the freely streaming tears. Lauren Harrison looked up at Chen and smiled ever so sweetly. “Heya Henry,” she said with her usual sweetness. Noticing the messiness of his hair from the run towards her.

“You look like you’ve aged hundreds of years, since the last time I saw you.” she joked about his nervous air; trying to ignore her own.


“You’re one to talk,” Henry cracked a slight smile, pointedly looking her up and down. But his smile immediately disappeared as he looked around them. It seemed people had noticed their embrace and were beginning to tease them about it. That was the last thing they needed right now.

Nudging his head at the doors, he raised both eyebrows in query. “Outside?”


Laurie pouted ever so slightly at the remark of her being also one that aged hundreds of years. “I look perfectly fine, thank you very much.” She smiled back at him. Only to go a beet red when there were sounds of whistling and other forms of teasing to them. The redhead offered a small nod to the raven-haired boy, before taking his hand and unromantically pulling him out the door.

Once again, she was in the dark halls… But she wasn’t alone this time. Yet, Lauren’s grip tightened on Henry’s hand as she walked. Almost instantly becoming hot and clammy out of her nervousness. “Is there anywhere you want to go, Henry?” Lauren asked softly looking down at her feet as she walked. Her messy molten curls falling in the way of her face hiding her frightened expression from Henry and the moonlight.

“Anything you want to talk about?” She asked him again, the hitches in her breath growing with darker the corridors got. Her body language grew more closed off. Until she decided to draw her wand, using a quick and swift hand gesture. Lauren ushered a quiet spell Lumos to light their way.

This is a collaboration with @Adrian
Code By; Spectre of the Fade






 
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Persephone Gormlaith-Avalon Gaunt

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Percy thought little of the oddness that held in Hogwarts atmosphere held. There had been so much strangeness from the very beginning of the school year, and now there were more thoughts circling and rumours. A professor was dead, and her dear friend Lyn was blamed for it. The trip alone to Hogsmeade felt filled with holes; and a strange sense weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It had been a while since she had felt that light; everything with her parents, and the beginning of the school year told her that much.

The baby… Was another one of those instances that made her feel uneasy; and what it meant with marrying Alistair Blackbourne. A thought could have very much delighted her once in the past; but not now, it seemed forced. It was forced. For the sake of a life that wasn’t known of yet but others… The life she promised to herself upon arrival in Hogsmeade that she’d protect no matter the costs or risks. Even if nightmares rattled her sleep now--she stayed away from the sleeping draughts, ate healthy and as much as she could wore baggy warm clothes. She took care of herself; when for sometime ago seemed an impossible task--the baby was half of her, and a reason to keep living on.

Her baby was the sense of purpose she desired, and needed now above everything. In the stranger and more dangerous Hogwarts.

Sitting by the Slytherin table, no one sat in front of her. But she did wish there was someone to talk to. It had been a while since she’d really shared a conversation with anyone besides Alistair. Persephone didn’t have an army of friends. The few she had, she missed terribly. Lyn; had been keeping a low profile since everything that happened in Hogsmeade, and it was horrible chaotic the threats that were floating in the air about her. Wallace; seemed to want to talk to her, but every chance they had seemed to get interrupted. Merlin’s beard she feared what he’d think her about having a child with someone he thought was the spawn of the devil. It was simply, Wallie didn’t like Alistair and honestly; she didn’t blame him.

But, Percy now had to find that common ground with Ali where Wallie couldn’t. The only frightening thought that lingered longer than that; was what her dear friends would think of her now.

Seventeen, and pregnant with the head Boy’s baby. It sounded like something in a Muggle’s trashy romance novel; written by a heart throbbing teenager that had no understanding of the gravity of the situation. It meant a lot of things… Such as; certain herbs could harm it, and that potions classes were so unbearable because the foul smells that never bothered her had her dashing from the class to the nearest toilet, or near fainting spells. It’d be too soon before the questions were asked, and people found out. Until then, Persephone thought it wise to try to be the healthiest she could possibly be.

Eating her supper quietly until she heard the fuss over by the door; looking over she saw Lauren and Henry two notable characters from the house of Hufflepuff in an embrace. It was something so raw and emotional after everything that had happened to the sweet Badger she met a few times. Only that morning did she quietly run into Lauren in the Hospital Wing when trying to get something to soothe nausea. The girl snuck Percy some chocolate, and to her surprise it helped with the nerves that came with the sinking feeling in her stomach. The Slytherin was happy for the sweethearts. Even if they didn’t know their feelings, by everyone else’s reactions it was clear to the naked eye.

Moving her gaze away from the pair, she saw off in the distance an awkward but sweet Wallace. Offering him a weak wave, and the best smile the girl could muster. Percy slid to the on her bench seat, allowing some room for Wallie to join her if he wanted.

Maybe this is what I need, Persephone thought of the friendship she had with Wallace. Platonic, and perfect that way. Two broken and damaged people having dinner together; for the first time in a long while. Percy also offered a simple glance to Alistair from where she’d spotted him. But, her gaze was mostly focused on Wallace. “Do you want to have dinner together, I thought it’d be nice… We haven’t spoken in what feels like a while.” She admitted awkwardly. Picking up a plate and offering it to Wallie, resting it on the wooden polish table to her side.


Mentions: Alistair + Henry (@Adrian ), Lyn (@Mook-LandStrider ), Lauren (Me)
Interactions: Wallace (@Vio )
Location: Great Hall, Slytherin Table.
 
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Chapter VII. The Unwanted Proposal
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Date: Saturday, October 11, 1975
Time: 6pm
Event: Alistair and Percy’s Wedding Reception

Even the Blackbournes’ worst enemies could utter no criticism of the wedding. Even if it had taken place at the Blackbourne manor—typical of the family, practical and unromantic as they are—it looked nothing like Alistair’s childhood home after it had been decorated. Everything down to the last spoon was made pristine, and even the floral decorations had not a single speck of imperfection on them. The wedding was perfect. One might even call it magical.

Alistair and Percy had just finished exchanging their vows, and now the guests were being ushered into the backyard, which had also been decorated. There were fireflies everywhere—some of which seemed to be suspended in the air, whilst others sat quietly amongst the bushes and trees. They had been put under the Imperius Curse just for the occasion. It was cruelty, of course, but it was beautiful. Few thought to question it.

In the middle of the spacious yard was a fountain, which sprouted jets of water shaped like dolphins. They soared into the air, one by one—and they might seem almost alive and breathing for just a fraction of a moment before they would dive back into the water. Around the fountain, there were white tables decked with sweet-smelling flowers and intricately folded napkins. Three house elves roamed around, floating cloches about them, as they silently and carefully maneuvered the crowd and placed the food upon the tables.

It was a time of merriment. Everything had gone as planned by far. But the night was far from over.
 
Echo had dreaded this day since the moment she received the invitation. This was supposed to be her day, but alas this year changed a lot. Even more so it changed Echo in her demeanor. She looked down at her left arm that was still bandaged from a couple of weeks ago. She could still feel the lingering sting there when she moved her arm in any way shape or form. Her mother and father had welcomed her home when she had her break-down and lost herself. The headmaster allowed her to continue her schooling from home until she felt she could attend classes once more. Her father agreed to break off the engagement to spare further embarrassment for his daughter. The beautiful green dress hung off her body perfectly and covered up her bandaged arm perfectly. Her golden hair was pinned up in an elegant bun at the base of her head with loose curls hanging down.


During the ceremony, she dug her right hand into her left squeezing the bandage tightly cause tears of pain versus tears of despair. To anyone on the outside, they appeared to be happy tears because during the whole exchange her mouth was upturned in a demure smile. She almost felt relief when it was over and it flowed into the reception. Glad to be rid of the visage that was her ex-fiance and best friends getting married seeming the happy couple.


The reception like all pureblood events was a grand affair in a way to show off one’s wealth and stature within the society. She grabbed a glass of wine attempting to keep a steady looking passive face while inside she was in turmoil. Sipping the wine she made note of how many pureblood families were attending and who got the invite and who simply did not want to show their faces.
 
Persephone Blackbourne (nee. Gaunt)

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Persephone stood by her husband's side as what was expected of her from the whole affair. Refraining her nervous composure—hidden beneath a mask befitting a blushing bride. Although, her thoughts remain on the security of the marriage was for a child they'd committed to. Accepted the mistake as a simple passing of responsibility—the sole focus was now on the potential heir of the Alistair's name, and legacy. Measures now being taken into place to make the wee secret one of legitimate original and nothing prior to their legal and house binding union.

Groomed to an appearance benefiting the Blackbourne name, her hair was tease neatly into a half-up half-down style. Pulled into neat braids, with a few wisps of hair out in places. Showing a more blushing bride appearance—to such a great family. Her gown paid homage to a more fantasy appeal element. Flowers delicately stitched into both the bustier of her bodice, and along the edge of her veil, and skirt. Graciously accepting thanks, well wishes from the many faces. Her gaze lifting to her handsome.

"You look quite dashing today, Alistair." Persephone told him in a moment of light break between guests. Offering him a gentle and tender compliment. Saving any malice or discomfort away from such a day—not that she had any reserve against Alistair. He was doing the right thing—for their child. Gaze wandering between the groups of faces she knew, she noted Wallace Campbell, as well, Everett Sayre. Lightly her hand that rested in the crook of Alistair's elbow, lifted from its place growing stiff and sore. Small hands rubbed the tender joints for a moment.

"May you excuse me," the new Blackbourne said to her now husband—as well peer. Nodding her head head, not going to the effort of expressing much affection towards him. Such matters weren't for the eyes of others. Wondering through the crowds—excusing herself in a soft tone of voice before looking toward her former fiancee. "Ev, do you mind if we have a conversation?" Percy asked the finely dressed gentleman a tender smile, though a hint of sadness reached her gaze toward him. Not entirely sure how he'd react to her request—after all their former engagement was broken off in less than pleasant terms. Privately, yet, it was two arranged marriages that were ruined in the process of her little secret taking life.

Location: Blackbourne Manor Gardens, her wedding reception.
Interactions: Alistair Blackbourne; @Adrian , Everett Sayre; @Princess Poisoned Rose
Mentioned: Wallace Campbell; @Vio , Echo Sayre; @Princess Poisoned Rose
 
Everett was with his sister checking on her; he knew that this was not easy for her. It was hard to see the pain in his sisters’ eyes as much as he knew that she was strugglingly to keep her composure at times. Right now his hand was on her shoulder squeezing her gently in reassurance that everything was ok and that he would always be there for her.


He was about to say something to his sister before a soft familiar melodic voice interrupted him. His blue eyes floated up to the vision in white. His sister wasn’t the only one suffering at this damned wedding. Percy was standing there, his family told him that he was going to marry her when they graduated, but it was a closely held secret from public knowledge. He didn’t know how to feel here, he was in love with her but he knew that he would never actually have her. She was a vision, her dress gorgeous, but she was even more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen before.


Everett looked down at his sister who nodded at him to go and talk with her. He nodded and straightened his suit before offering his hand to her with a bow. “Of course you may speak with me Perce.”

Interaction: @Bubbly Potions Percy