Dorrea Jude, Slytherin prefect, heiress, and overall pureblood snob. Arrogantly and stiffly gliding through the crowded corridors full of students, trying to wrangle the first years like common cattle. Shouting directions over the loud chit-chat of her peers to the confused smaller students, she tried to appear calm but confident. Finally, after what seemed like hours but in reality was a mere fifteen minutes, the crowd dissipated and she herself made her way towards her class in the Astronomy tower. Barely making it in time, she grabbed a seat on the Slytherin side of the classroom; as she would always do, she didn't believe in inter-house friendship.
In fact, she didn't really have any friends, despite this being the start of her fifth year at Hogwarts. Yes, she had acquaintances, people who she used and who used her back. People whom she lied to and whom would lie in return. Teachers, fellow prefects, etc. but none who she could call a 'friend'. And to be perfectly honest, that's how she liked it. Yes, she felt lonely sometimes, but those moments were brief and far between. She was too busy for friendships anyway, she had studying and her hobbies.
As her first class of the day ended, Dorrea, better known by her peers as 'Jude'(whether it was out of respect or her last name had somehow become a nickname she wasn't sure), packed up her bags and made her way out of the classroom and climbed down the spiral stone steps of the tower. Suddenly, a parchment colored envelope appeared on the step in front of her. Presuming that one of the students before her dropped it, she brushed it off as not her problem; until she saw her name on it.
Her brow furrowing, Jude paused and bent down to pick it up. The envelope felt normal, no traces of magical energy on it meant it was just a normal letter. But why would someone leave it on the floor rather than give it to her in person, or even owl it to her. Flipping it over, the heiress spied the crest on the wax seal; a large roman calligraphy 'X'. Ten? Or perhaps it did stand for X? She knew of no pureblood family's that used this crest. Curiosity peaked, she opened the letter.
「The game has begun.」
Frowning at the cryptic message, she waved her wand over the paper and murmured a revealing spell. The letter dropped from her hands with shock. The note had been written on a piece of her notes, her private notes. Rummaging through her bag she looked frantically for the notebook in question. It was missing. Slowly she leaned against the staircase wall for support. This was impossible, no one could touch her things; she cursed and warded them herself! Slowly, the realization of what exactly was happening to her dawned on her.
She was being blackmailed.
Her. The heiress of one of the most prominent pureblood family's in Britain was being blackmailed like a common mudblood. Jude set the letter aflame with a flick of her wand, throwing the ashes out the tower window. A dark look on her face, she stormed down the stairs in a fury.
No one blackmail's a Jude.