Arienette walked down the street. It was cold. So unlike the usual morning walk to school. It never usually got under 19, but this was one of those unusual mornings. She moved forward quickly, delighting in the cold. It was a weird addiction she had to cold and a difficult one to feed. Living in Australia didn't really appease her fetish.
The muggle contraption in her hand hummed lightly with trapped sound. It travelled along thin wires escaping into her ears. Music was her other addiction; an easy one to feed. It consumed her mind and her trip, so her trip easily took 5 minutes; or so it seemed.
She went a magic school, though it wasn't a boarding school. Her father was too protective to let her to the local boarding school. She would miss her father too much to go anyway. They only had each other; they only loved each other. They were closer than her friends and their parents. More like best friends.
She didn't have many friends. Only her father,
'You're beautiful,' he heard. This wasn't the first time, it wouldn't be the last time; it was getting old.
Vasily leaned in and kissed the older man. Back to the familiar feeling of comfort, love and need. Those feelings were his addiction. Sleeping with randoms was the only was he could get it, he didn't mind, at all.
Summer holidays were the best time for feeding his addiction. In the tight knit community of his boarding school, Hogwarts, it was difficult to find victims and one person's sex life was the talk of the school.
After a rushed and hurried love affair he wandered off for home. The muggle contraption he carried covered his grateful ears with music – his other addiction/obsession/love. He pushed his jet-black fringe out of his eyes. The horrid mess always got into his eyes.
His home, he found, was unusually filled with noise. Noise meant people. People in his home meant family. No one else found any particular use for visiting their humble mansion. But, of course, by family Vasily meant his father's family. He was the half-brother they would be glad to be rid of. They tried to make him part of the family, but there was an underlining hatred of how he was created. The desperate, grieving love affair of his father and another man (Vasily had never been told who) after the death of his father's late husband, Severus Snape.
Vasily's father was still not right. Still mourning. He drank all day. He made sure Vasily knew how depressed he was; he made sure Vasily knew his presence on Earth wasn't helping.