December 28th, 2014 at 09:45am
Walking amongst the Muggles in the crowded train station the elegant blonde could not help but sneer, her beautiful features full of slight disgust for the species that was below her and her noble family - it was nearly second nature for the eldest daughter of Barnaby Solvei to loathe anyone who was beneath her. Adelaide found pride in practicing her parent's beliefs, whether she truly believed them herself or not, her only wish in life was to uphold her family name and keep her parents proud, which seemed to fall easily for her - unlike her younger sister who was constantly tripping into their parents bad graces. With much grace the petite blonde stepped past the barrier that separated the wizarding world from the mundane world of Muggles, her mind already racing at the idea of her two dearest friends Margaret Rosier and Ophelia Salone and how much the trio needed to catch up after the summer. The three girls were girls were almost inseparable, but unfortunately the Solvei family had a busy summer that included many days of traveling so keeping up with letters and friends was not a high priority.
"Adelaide," Her mother called, her mother's voice was sharp as she beckoned her daughter to her side. Quick to follow orders the blonde turned to face her mother with a quirked eyebrow, "Yes, mother?" She questioned uncertain of her intentions. Had she done something wrong? No, Adelaide was never less from perfection. "Do keep an eye on our dear Emilie," Her mother, Olivia, paused to scout out her youngest daughter in question who ran ahead before the family even made contact with the brick barrier. "Your father is growing frustrated with her disappointments." Olivia, Adelaide noted, was a beautiful woman with her hair the shade of autumn leaves and a smile that would once bring light to her blue eyes, but that happiness had disappeared years ago - she was growing hollow and weak; much like many of the women who were married to Death Eaters. "Of course, mother." Adelaide frowned at the mention of her sister. She loved the girl dearly, she truly did, but it was as if Emilie only thought of herself at times. Did she not know the burden she brought to the family name? "Soon she will need to find a husband," Her mother sighed ruefully, not quite sure where time went. "What good Pure-Blood male would want to marry someone who struts around with that Potter boy and blood traitors?"
Her mother gave another shake of her head, her blonde ringlets swaying some. "I will keep my eyes on Emilie at all times mother, it is my duty as her sister to make sure she makes the correct choices." Adelaide reassured her mother as she usually did before every start of term, not wanting their poor mother to worry more so than she needed to - so much was going on at their manor with The Dark Lords growing power. "You will make a wonderful wife one day, my little bird." Those were her mother's parting words before she was left to stand alone in the chaos that was Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Her friends were probably seated with their fellow Slytherin, but first Adelaide needed to locate her sister - which was much easier said than done.
After gaining the help from a fellow Slytherin boy in her year to load her luggage she began her search, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she paced up the narrow aisles of the Hogwarts Express - unfortunately she had a small inkling of an idea of where her dear sister may have ended up. Countless times Adelaide warned the young Hufflepuff that Potter and his friends were not the company she was meant to keep but she was constantly ignored.
Harry's current mental state was a mess, more so than usual. He felt so alone - he felt as if everybody around him knew what was going on, but him. He felt excluded. Even with his friends reassurance that everything would be okay he couldn't shake off the dull feelings that plagued his weary mind. How did they expect him not to fret about the information he was previously given? He wanted to fight along with everybody, it was his right! Ron nudging his side made Harry glance up, his concentration shaken for the time being, "You alright, mate?" His ginger friend questioned carefully, worrying for his friend's mental stability as of late. "I'm fine," Harry couldn't help but snap, frowning as both of his friends backed off like dogs with tails between their legs. He didn't mean to be so cross with them - he knew they only cared for his well being, but he was growing tired of everyone treating him as if he was a baby. He was nearly an adult and he wanted to be treated as such; everyone was so persistent on keeping him in the dark. How was anything going to be okay when everyone in the Wizarding world assumed he was nothing but a liar?
"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?" Hermione inquired as the three took their seats in an open compartment, not at all trusting Harry's sharp answer from Ron's previous question. Despite his growing annoyance Harry couldn't find it in himself to snap at Hermione, "Just a lot on my mind." The boy gave a lift of his shoulders, hoping that would make the two dropped the subject altogether. Truth be told Harry wasn't sure what was bugging him so badly, he was silently hoping being back at Hogwarts would make him feel better - but he doubted that. He wasn't that naive. He was almost certain that things would be worse at his usual safe haven. He would be looked down on, looked at as if he were a murderer. He couldn't grasp how the student body was so daft. He understood them not believing his words, but Dumbledore? They questioned the all knowing wizard?
"Oh, good to see you, Emilie!" Hermione's warm voice once again broke the young wizard's thinking. It was peculiar how well the young Solvei fit into the group of friends - granted Ron was a bit weary, but the rest accepted her presence with open arms seeing how much the young girl seemed to differ from her family. "Succesfully get away from your sister I see," Harry noted with just a touch of teasing in his tone, his mood shift surprising the duo beside him, but they only grinned happy to see Harry was coming out of his shell.
"Adelaide," Her mother called, her mother's voice was sharp as she beckoned her daughter to her side. Quick to follow orders the blonde turned to face her mother with a quirked eyebrow, "Yes, mother?" She questioned uncertain of her intentions. Had she done something wrong? No, Adelaide was never less from perfection. "Do keep an eye on our dear Emilie," Her mother, Olivia, paused to scout out her youngest daughter in question who ran ahead before the family even made contact with the brick barrier. "Your father is growing frustrated with her disappointments." Olivia, Adelaide noted, was a beautiful woman with her hair the shade of autumn leaves and a smile that would once bring light to her blue eyes, but that happiness had disappeared years ago - she was growing hollow and weak; much like many of the women who were married to Death Eaters. "Of course, mother." Adelaide frowned at the mention of her sister. She loved the girl dearly, she truly did, but it was as if Emilie only thought of herself at times. Did she not know the burden she brought to the family name? "Soon she will need to find a husband," Her mother sighed ruefully, not quite sure where time went. "What good Pure-Blood male would want to marry someone who struts around with that Potter boy and blood traitors?"
Her mother gave another shake of her head, her blonde ringlets swaying some. "I will keep my eyes on Emilie at all times mother, it is my duty as her sister to make sure she makes the correct choices." Adelaide reassured her mother as she usually did before every start of term, not wanting their poor mother to worry more so than she needed to - so much was going on at their manor with The Dark Lords growing power. "You will make a wonderful wife one day, my little bird." Those were her mother's parting words before she was left to stand alone in the chaos that was Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Her friends were probably seated with their fellow Slytherin, but first Adelaide needed to locate her sister - which was much easier said than done.
After gaining the help from a fellow Slytherin boy in her year to load her luggage she began her search, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she paced up the narrow aisles of the Hogwarts Express - unfortunately she had a small inkling of an idea of where her dear sister may have ended up. Countless times Adelaide warned the young Hufflepuff that Potter and his friends were not the company she was meant to keep but she was constantly ignored.
Harry's current mental state was a mess, more so than usual. He felt so alone - he felt as if everybody around him knew what was going on, but him. He felt excluded. Even with his friends reassurance that everything would be okay he couldn't shake off the dull feelings that plagued his weary mind. How did they expect him not to fret about the information he was previously given? He wanted to fight along with everybody, it was his right! Ron nudging his side made Harry glance up, his concentration shaken for the time being, "You alright, mate?" His ginger friend questioned carefully, worrying for his friend's mental stability as of late. "I'm fine," Harry couldn't help but snap, frowning as both of his friends backed off like dogs with tails between their legs. He didn't mean to be so cross with them - he knew they only cared for his well being, but he was growing tired of everyone treating him as if he was a baby. He was nearly an adult and he wanted to be treated as such; everyone was so persistent on keeping him in the dark. How was anything going to be okay when everyone in the Wizarding world assumed he was nothing but a liar?
"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?" Hermione inquired as the three took their seats in an open compartment, not at all trusting Harry's sharp answer from Ron's previous question. Despite his growing annoyance Harry couldn't find it in himself to snap at Hermione, "Just a lot on my mind." The boy gave a lift of his shoulders, hoping that would make the two dropped the subject altogether. Truth be told Harry wasn't sure what was bugging him so badly, he was silently hoping being back at Hogwarts would make him feel better - but he doubted that. He wasn't that naive. He was almost certain that things would be worse at his usual safe haven. He would be looked down on, looked at as if he were a murderer. He couldn't grasp how the student body was so daft. He understood them not believing his words, but Dumbledore? They questioned the all knowing wizard?
"Oh, good to see you, Emilie!" Hermione's warm voice once again broke the young wizard's thinking. It was peculiar how well the young Solvei fit into the group of friends - granted Ron was a bit weary, but the rest accepted her presence with open arms seeing how much the young girl seemed to differ from her family. "Succesfully get away from your sister I see," Harry noted with just a touch of teasing in his tone, his mood shift surprising the duo beside him, but they only grinned happy to see Harry was coming out of his shell.