Chapter One: Enter the Goth
Evelyn "Evie" Circe Blackthorne walked quickly down the corridor, her boots making a small 'thump' every time she took a step. She was in no need to hurry to her destination, as it was a Saturday and there were no classes today. She rounded a corner and paused. A group of Gryffindors, read the Marauders, were harassing a group of Slytherins. The red head gave a great sigh. The four of them, the Marauders, were such a horrible example for the younger classmen.
James Potter, the main idiot, sent another mild hex at the Slytherin second years. Sirius Black, the other idiot, laughed as the twelve-year-olds squealed and started to tap dance uncontrollably. Remus Lupin, the useless bookworm, and Peter Pettigrew, the wimp, watched on the side and did nothing to stop their friends. Evie felt a rush of hot anger surge through her body.
"Hey, идиот! (1)" She yelled as she stomped angrily toward the four-some, her skirt flaring with every step she took. The four Gryffindors turned, Black and Potter blanched white. Good, they still remember her. She pulled out her wand, 11 ½ inches elven oak with thestral tail hair as the core. "Finite Incantatum!"
The Slytherins panted for air as their feet finally stopped moving. They scrambled to pick up their things and hurried away. Evelyn crossed her arms and raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Just what do you think you were doing? Я должен тебе кишки, где вы стоите. (2)" Black and Potter flinched at the harsh syllables she spat in their direction. Pettigrew moved a little behind Black, the cowering slime ball.
"What's it to you, Blackthorne? It was only a little fun." Potter said arrogantly. Her nostrils flared angrily.
"A little fun?" She must have looked murderous, for all four took a step backwards. "A little fun is having a laugh with your mates. A little fun is going to a party and dancing till you're dizzy. That издевательства (3) was not a little fun."
"We don't have to explain ourselves to you. Why don't you go have a fit or play with your dolls." Black waved his at her as if to dismiss her. She scoffed.
"First, I do not have 'fits' as you call them. They are called visions, as I am a seer. Second, they are not 'dolls'. They are collectible porcelain figurines. Lastly, I do believe that I am a Prefect, therefor I can do this. Forty points from Gryffindor and detention for the next week for all of you." Black and Potter tried to protest, but Evie refused to listen.
"I have Quidditch practice tomorrow night." Potter whined pathetically.
"That is not my problem. You should have thought your actions through before you decided to hex a bunch of Slytherins." She shrugged her shoulders and stuck her wand in her boot. She had proved to Black and Potter that she did not need it to kick their sorry arses many months ago. They didn't dare hex her. She would break their nose, or maybe their arm, quicker than they could blink. Lupin stepped forward, actually was pushed, and sent a quick glare over his shoulder.
"Maybe we could change the punishment to two weeks detention, but not on days they need to practice?" He suggested timidly. Black and Potter yelled in protest behind the sandy haired boy. Evelyn tapped her chin with a slender finger, the nail painted a dark blue that is looked black, and pretended to think it over.
"No. My decision is final. I will inform Professor McGonagall of your punishments. Good day to all of you." She turned on her heel, ignoring the protests of Potter and Black, and began to walk away. She paused and looked over her shoulder. "Pettigrew, do stop being a sniveling coward and step out from behind Black. Grow a backbone and strap on your balls." And with that she strode down the hall and turned the corner.
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It was much later that she saw the four-some again. It was at diner. Potter, Black, and Pettigrew were sulking. Lupin was trying to raise their spirits, but he was getting horrible results. She mentally gave herself a pat on the back. Lily Evans dropped a small pile of books next to Evie and sat down.
"Why do Potter and Black look like someone kicked their dog?" Lily asked as she gave herself a serving of mashed potatoes.
"That is because in a way, I did kick their dog." Evelyn took a bite of her chicken, making sure that she didn't spill any of the juice on her wrist ribbons. Lily looked at her friend, bemused.
"And how did you kick their dog?"
"I gave them a week's detention, no exceptions." She picked up the pitcher of pumpkin juice and poured herself a glass.
"Not even for Quidditch?" Lily scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and ate it.
"Not even for Quidditch." Evie confirmed. "I have no sympathy for those four дебилы (4)." She glanced over at the four boys. Black was pushing his food around his plate, not really eating. Potter looked very near to tears. Lupin was trying to not be bothered by his friend's behavior by reading a book. And Pettigrew didn't seem any different; he was stuffing his face with as much food as he could eat. She looked away before they caught her staring.
"Hey, Evie?" She turned her attention to Lily.
"Yes?"
"I have a big Charms essay that I need to finish and I was wondering if you could take my rounds tonight." She had her hands clasped together and looked hopeful. Evelyn sighed. She could never say no to Lily.
"Fine." Lily grinned and clapped her hands. "But you owe me."
"Of course." Lily gave her a hug and resumed eating. Evie picked up her fork and speared a piece of chicken. Just as she was to eat it, a thought came to her. She dropped her fork and gasped.
"That means I have to patrol with Potter. Вы сука! (5)"
Translations:
(1) Idiot
(2) I should gut you were you stand.
(3) Bullying
(4) Morons
(5) You bitch!