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Shatter
Chapter 1
September of 1944
It was brisk on the morning of September 1st, 1944. The withered leaves from the trees had just begun to fall; the morning air's crispness burned the back of one's throat if they were to inhale too sharply. A loud whistle from the trains echoed throughout the station, the steam engulfing the platforms as their passengers scurried to board upon the trains. These busy people would have never noticed the numerous children and their families rushing through a wall as if it was a revolving door. The platform was 9 ¾, the destination being The Hogwarts Express.
Some of the tiny first years rushed before their parents to board the train, anxiously searching for their friends; while some clung onto their mother's for dear life, not quite ready to depart from their beloved relatives. As the children said their goodbyes, one young woman maneuvered her way through the numerous families, already had said her goodbyes to her parents before they sought off to another day working in the Ministry. This young woman went by the name of Marcella Blomgren.
This woman was known for her long, soft, silvery hair cascading down her slim back, reaching her waist, and wide, doe-like hazel eyes. Her small face resembled one of a fox, with sharp cheekbones and a prominent jawline. Her skin was of what looked to be porcelain. Some would say they found her...unique looking. Certainly not the beauty of her time, but otherwise not ghastly to look upon either. Her height reached to a pleasant five foot six inches, just enough height for her to tower over some, but to seem innocent and charming towards others. She was cloaked in rich fabric, her pea coat trimmed with the fur of a bear, contrasting its magnificent ink-tinted fur with her near luminescent locks.
She made her way to one of the last cars of the train, her luggage already being stowed away as she gracefully stepped aboard the compartment filled with her fellow Slytherin schoolmates, walking down the aisle as she dodged balls of fire as well as pieces of candy. Sustaining her stoic composure, she made her way to an empty compartment and sat down. The raucous from the other students being silenced as she charmed her compartment with a silencing spell, letting out a small sigh of relief as serenity was obtained. She crossed her legs as she pulled out her latest read, Magick Moste Evile by Godelot. As she skimmed the pages, her left eyebrow rose as her interest and amusement grew as she fed her insatiable mind.
She hardly noticed when the train began to lurch forward as it began its journey. This was her sixth year at Hogwarts, her second year of being a Slytherin prefect, and she was determined to assume the role of Head Girl in the next school year. Marcella was not only pure of blood, but also outstandingly brilliant in her studies, excelling at each element of magic. Her largest strengths being Divination, a natural gift passed through her mother, Potions, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
As the train trudged along its path, she continued to read and learn, happy in the confines of her quiet space. Her serene state of being was suddenly interrupted by none other than Lestrange, Dolohov, Avery, and Nott. They were once again engaged in a battle over what seemed to be the last chocolate frog. Marcella's face held one of her frequent emotions; unamusement. She studied their cavorting for a few moments before making eye contact with one of the few of her classmates that she had to compete with. A fellow prefect of her year, he sat with a stiff posture, as if nailed to a board, his hair trimmed and brushed to one side, his blue orbs piercing to one's soul. She raised her brows, acknowledging him before resuming her studies. She wanted nothing to do with him at the moment, as he always attempted to belittle her or creep into her mind, as he did with every other weakling.
Marcella heard her compartment door slide open with a loud slam, and a slew of giggling erupted into the once serene area. A trio of girls sat down across from her, grinning from ear to ear. She gave them a polite smile and set down her book onto her lap neatly.
"How was your summer, Marcie?" the one named Edith chimed, her voice almost bursting Marcella's eardrum.
"Just fine, Edith. And you?" she replied, folding her hands into her lap. "Mine was brilliant! My father took me and mother to Dubai! You must go there sometime, Marcie!" Olivia screeched, nearly wiggling with excitement. Marcella smiled curtly and nodded, letting out a small laugh, "Yes, I suppose I will."
After that statement the compartment fell into silence again. The slew of girls knowing better than to speak to Marcella more than needed, since their supposed friend did not prefer to talk much. Marcella empathized with the girls, they didn't know better, and they were not hurting her, so she figured why bother attempting to control the bumbling girls. They sat in silence, a few of them pulling out textbooks to study while a few gazed over into the compartment that held the rather handsome fellow inside, letting out dramatic sighs of lust as if to try and get a rise from the other girls. This silence carried out until it was time to change into their school robes. Marcella checked the time and rose to her feet gracefully while scooping up her bag. She nodded curtly towards her entourage before exiting the compartment to change.
The train screeched to a stop and the children began to flood out of their trollies. Marcella calmly gathered her belongings and stepped out from her compartment and into the aisle. She collided with the boy, causing her to drop her bag. She sighed as she reached to scoop it up into her arms again, but was caught off as it was handed to her by her fellow prefect. They both rose simultaneously, making eye contact, each stare equally tense,
"Thank you, Mr. Riddle." She politely nodded before passing him, their shoulders brushing ever so slightly, then strolling down the aisle and off the train before he could utter a word or react.
She walked within reasonable pace to hop into one of the awaiting carriages pulled by a beautiful thestral, a tall and bony creature with paper-thin black skin clinging onto its skeleton. She had been able to see them ever since she witnessed the incident last year when a young Ravenclaw was petrified and killed last year.
As she resumed to reading her book, the carriage shook ever so slightly. She lowered her novel to make eye contact yet again with him.
Putting any animosity she had towards him, she smiled politely at him, "How was your summer, Tom?" she raised a brow at him.
"Quite fine, I suppose. Thank you." He replied, giving off a curt nod, plastering a faux pleasant smile onto his lips. This response was of course a lie. He spent his summer wishing to wring the necks of those insolent muggle children at that God forsaken place of an orphanage.
"I presume you have become interested in Dark Magic?" he inquired, noticing a book that he had read a year prior that sparked his interests further. She never had struck him as one who would indulge in Dark Magic studies, most women of her time spent their days babbling like little gits rather than enhancing their intelligence.
"One could assume so, yes." She gave off a small, but otherwise pleasant smile. He gave off a slight nod, always keeping his posture and manner in check. After the brief conversation, they resumed to their worlds of silence throughout the ride to the gargantuan castle. Both inwardly glad to be back at the place which they saw as home.