School of the Chosen

A story by xxacidxx

Ebony Carmen Stern

Year: 2023

It was Amon's third year at the school, and he was just learning how to do the patronus spell. Kinneta was just beginning to understand some of the ancient runes that she was being taught by the Proffessor Flame, who also taught her art. Proffessor Lawson taught her the other subjects, along with Amon. They both grew to be friends, although Amon still loved to be alone most of the time. Kinneta was and out going, happy child who had severe issues with liars. Persia was growing bigger, but she was still as fluffy as ever and very affectionate. She had taken a liking to Kinneta right away. Octavian was a proud animal and would not play with the children as they ran around the mansion with Persia.

But now it has been a year since Kinneta came, and two since Amon came, and now it was time for the new arrival.

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Ebony walked down the road towards the school. She was tall and very beautiful. She had mysterious dark violet eyes, and perfectly straight black hair that fell to her waist. The way she walked let you know she was graceful and felt a bit superior to others. She had the feeling of royalty. She wore a black shirt and pants, with tall black boots, and had a heavy cotton travelling cloak around her shoulders. A large raven sat on her shoulder cawing at the ones she passed. In her right hand she held her trunk, in her left her wand. She was walking towards the line of trees that concealed the School of the Chosen from plain view. Soon she was heading up the lane and although she had walked a long way, it was apparent it didn't bother her for her face was still pale and not glowing with energy. She came up to the door and was about to knock when the door opened. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stepped into the room without permission. She looked around and her eyes took on a look that clearly said 'it'll do'.

The reason Ebony arrived alone was the fact that both her parents were Death Eaters, and had gone to jail. She had never met them, but it was obvious she carried the arrogant traits of them. She had grown up in an orphanage, with other wizarding children.

"Hello Ebony Stern. Welcome to the School of the Chosen. My name is Damon Lawson, but you may call me Proffessor Lawson." The man smiled and made to levitate her luggage up the stairs. She looked at him with mild disgust and did it herself, the luggage lifting quite easilly from the ground. Damon rose a brow but said nothing as he started up the stairs. They came to the room marked with her name on it, and she followed him inside. The room was covered in deep purples and blacks. Along one wall there was the desk, as was customary in all the rooms, but on the wall opposite it there was a mirrored wall with a bar running down the length of it. It looked like they had taken part of her room out of a dance studio.

She let her trunk fall to the bed and looked around, not waiting for Damon to show her the bathroom she went in on her own. And looked around the 'it'll do' look carefully painted onto her face once more.

"Lunch will be served shortly, Poppy will show you to the dining room. You tutoring begins tomorrow." He informed her before taking his leave.

After Proffessor Lawson had left Ebony spoke to the raven; "What do you think, Lucifer?" He voice was both beautiful and frightening. The bird let out a squawk and fluttered onto her bed from her shoulder. Ebony began to unpack her bags, and then allowed Poppy the house elf to show her the dining room. Two other children were already there.

"Hello!" The girl said cheerfully, waving Ebony over to sit beside her. The boy looked up and smiled. Ebvony sat in the chair Kinneta had indicated.

"I'm Kinneta and this is Amon." Ebony was informed by the girl. "Nice to meet you."

"Ebony." She replied stoneily. "Pleasure...i'm sure."

She seemed utterly disgusted by the food, so she sat and watched Amon and Kinneta ate, all the time they tried to make conversation with her, but all they got were simple answers that led to no where.

'This is going to be fun...' Ebony found herself thinking in a tired manner.