well blimey, mate, it's 1975! the marauders are in their sixth year at hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, and there's something mysterious going on. there have been rumors of a dark lord rising to power, and it's making everyone nervous. people are disappearing, muggleborns murdered - the scene is becoming increasingly worse, and the worst part about it all? nobody really knows what's going on. it's currently the month of november, and the outlook is beginning to become darker with each passing day.
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Evera walked into the half empty common room, dropping her bag onto one of the tables in the corner and taking a seat with her legs beneath her. It was Monday and she was not happy to have said goodbye to her weekend already. She signed in annoyance while taking out her transfiguration's book and a few sheets of parchment to begin on her essay. The common room was less crowded then she thought it would be in the middle of the day, to her relief. She looked over at a few third or fourth years seated at another table also vast at work and was grateful to have some time to herself. The winter break was nearing and she’d been absolutely dreading going back home, which was quite a shock really since she usually couldn’t wait to get back to her sanctuary, that being her room. However during this winter break she’d be meeting her mother’s pick and she was not excited to see what insufferable prick she’d be spending her life with. Her mother’s latest letter was detailing how they’d be hosting a dinner once she arrived home with him and his family. Her sheer joy at this revelation had yet to change her facial expression from its permanent scowl. She’d spoken to her brother about the matter, which simply brushed it off and reminded her that she had specific obligations to the family name and yada yada yada. Basically nothing she hadn’t heard already. She threw her quill down knowing she probably wouldn’t be getting any work done with her thoughts wondering as they were and figuring she’d procrastinate until a later time when she could focus on the transfiguration. Her fingers were itching for a cig to calm her but she wasn’t stupid enough to fire up in the middle of the day and in the common room no less. You never know when Slughorn will come waltzing in.
school was getting to be tiresome. vienna was intelligent, ironically enough, but the concept of applying herself to learn about things that the young girl deemed as trivial had the blonde girl thoroughly disillusioned with being at hogwarts. in all actuality, vienna only stayed at the magical school to keep her social connections - yeah, yeah, so she was getting an education, but hardly; she was scraping by with average marks without really much effort on her part at all. having just been in the library to work on an essay for transfiguration (which ended up being her paying a naive ravenclaw student to write it for her), vienna was now completely bored with her day. quickly deciding to skive off history of magic class, she instead made her way back to the common room, a smirk flitting to her features as she climbed through the portrait hole and saw evera. "well, well..." she said almost chidingly, sauntering over to where the dark-haired girl sat. "don't tell me that you're skipping class too."
Evera turned towards the all too familiar voice as Vienna Pucey came through the portrait and towards her. She grimaced inwardly knowing that her time alone and to her own thoughts was over as the blond came over to her table asking her if she was skipping too. “Actually I have a study period so no, I’m not.” she says while looking up at one of her formally very good friends. She’d practically grown up with Vienna, having sleepovers when they were younger and planning their big birthday parties together. When they both came to Hogwarts Vienna didn’t waste much time in becoming known with her fellow peers. She was a bully and a snob, a true slytherin to her core, and Evera was never far behind her in those aspects that is until a few years ago when her own inner turmoil’s started to change her. She started spending less time with Vienna and more time on her own. It was incredible just how much a person could change over time. Evera used to be so much like her, snobby, spoiled, a proper lady at least to their standards. Her exposure to muggle music and drugs had really opened her eyes a bit, changing her personality to a more rebellious and open-minded nature. Now she hardly expected them to have anything in common. Turning away from her and picking at the chipped black nail polish she signed. “How’ve you been Vienna…” she asked out of politeness once the girl took a seat across from her. After all she still needed to keep with her image and getting on the bad side of her fellow slytherin peers wouldn’t help her at all. She didn’t even know where she stood with Vienna anymore…were they even friends still?