A young woman, her hair a striking shade of white, briskly trailed behind an older gentleman with jet-black hair as they navigated the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Pushing her luggage-laden cart effortlessly, she marveled at the trunks containing her treasured possessions. Stepping onto the mystical platform of 9 and ¾, a cloud of smoke erupted from the train's engine, creating an atmosphere of enchantment.
Amidst the bustling crowd on the packed platform, Gwen had bid farewell to her father earlier that morning, who was in a rush to depart. London's weather, once warm from the lingering summer, had gradually cooled over the passing days. Taking a deep breath, she gracefully maneuvered through the anxious first-year students and their adoring parents. It brought a smile to her face, reminiscing about her own introduction to this magical world just a year ago. Back then, she had only three friends, but now, her circle had expanded, filling her with happiness.
As she laid eyes on the familiar locomotive, a comforting warmth enveloped her heart. Seizing her wand, she cast a spell on her trunks, magically compressing them into a single unit, having forgotten to do so the night before. Content with her preparation, she allowed a helpful individual to take her trunk just before boarding the train.
"Second year already?" Her Dad hummed, "I do have to ask you to do better this year."
Confused, she scrunched her nose at him. "Better?"
"Do partake in some mischief," he stated. "Otherwise you are hurting my feelings."
Snorting, she rolled her eyes. "You must be joking."
Declan just stared down at her, unamused. "Does it look like I'm joking? Is it so much to ask for my one and only child to partake in causing some time of mayhem?"
Narrowing her eyes at him, she sighed finally. "If I promise to cause some trouble will you buy me tickets to see Queen?"
"Deal."
Gwen smiled. Hugging her Father, she kissed him on the cheek before waving him off. Before she could step onto the train, moreover, her ears were met with the shrill, nasally voice of Walburga Black.
Suppressing any creases in her clothing, she maneuvered through the crowd, eager to find the daunting woman. Much to her surprise, Walburga was fussing over Sirius's attire. "Are you absolutely certain you have your wand? Your books?" The booming voice of Walburga Black echoed through the air.
Following the voice, Gwen discovered Walburga and Orion Black, their backs turned to her, and observed a placated Sirius and an anxious Regulus standing awkwardly nearby. Clearing her throat, she came to their rescue, slipping into their small circle.
"Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Black. It's a delightful morning, isn't it?" Their attention diverted, they straightened their postures, stumbling over their words. In her peripheral vision, Gwen noticed both boys struggling to contain their laughter.
"Lady Donoghue," Orion coughed, bowing in her direction. "We didn't anticipate seeing you here."
She flashed a smile. "I am in the same year as Sirius, so why wouldn't I be here?"
Before he could respond, Walburga interjected, "What my husband meant to say was that we weren't anticipating this encounter with you this morning."
"To be completely transparent, Mrs. Black, I wanted to have a word with Regulus before we boarded the train."
Revealing her intention to visit the Black family instantly brightened their faces, and they nodded eagerly.
As Gwen turned her attention towards Regulus, her eyes sparkled with excitement and her face instantly lit up, revealing a radiant smile that could rival the morning sun. Her voice was filled with genuine delight as she exclaimed, "Reggie, my dear, it is an absolute pleasure to lay my eyes upon you once more! I come bearing a small token of affection from the esteemed Donoghue clan, just for you." With a graceful flourish, she retrieved a beautifully wrapped box, adorned with an exquisite combination of green and silver hues, from the depths of her stylish bag. The box seemed to emanate an air of mystery and anticipation, capturing everyone's curiosity.
As she handed the gift to him, she added, her voice brimming with excitement, "Open it after the grand sorting ceremony, my friend. Let it be a symbol of new beginnings and the wonders that await."
Regulus, feeling a soft blush creep onto his cheeks, found himself momentarily at a loss for words. He managed to stammer out a heartfelt, albeit slightly shaky, expression of gratitude, "Th-thank you, Gwen."
Chuckling softly, Gwen offered him a warm smile and cast a quick glance towards Mr. and Mrs. Black, who observed the exchange with an air of concealed excitement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Good luck with the sorting ceremony, Reggie," she said, her voice filled with genuine well-wishes.
Regulus, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and hope, replied, "Thank you."
With a gracious nod, Gwen replied, "You're most welcome."
Little did Gwen know, Regulus held the gift tightly in his hands, his gaze fixed intently on her. She gracefully smiled at his parents, her eyes sparkling with an indescribable warmth, before turning her attention to his older brother, Sirius. Regulus couldn't help but notice the unmistakable adoration that gleamed in Sirius's eyes as he looked at her. It was a feeling that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment they spent together.
"Reggie, my dear," Gwen blinked at him, her smile overflowing with genuine warmth, "I truly hope that this term allows us to forge a deeper bond, to become closer friends."
Swallowing nervously, Regulus replied, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, "I hope so too."
With a polite gesture, Gwen turned towards Sirius, her voice filled with gentle charm, "Sirius, would you do me the honor of accompanying me onto the train?"
Regulus watched as his brother, seemingly entranced by Gwen's captivating presence, nodded silently and took her delicate hand in his, leading her towards the train with an air of unquestionable adoration.
Walburga, ever the strict and disapproving figure, huffed disapprovingly at the scene before her. "He better not defy me again, especially after what happened with Bellatrix."
Orion, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at his wife's rigid behavior, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. "Let him follow his heart, my dear. As long as he remains close friends with the young lady, he is undoubtedly succeeding."
Regulus couldn't help but flinch at his parents' casual discussion of using Gwen as a means to an end. He carefully placed the gift inside his trunk, ensuring its safety, before allowing the house-elf to take it aboard the train.
"Join Slytherin, maintain your grades, and spend time with that girl," his mother spoke, her smile appearing strained. "But be cautious, my son. Do not associate with any individuals who may tarnish our noble reputation."
Regulus nodded silently, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he prepared to board the train. It was his only escape from the suffocating gaze of his disapproving mother, whose eyes seemed to burn with an unexplainable hatred towards Gwen, the girl he held dear.
As he stepped onto the train, Regulus hoped that the rhythmic motion and the distant landscapes passing by would help him shake off the weight of his mother's disapproving glances. He couldn't fathom why she despised Gwen so vehemently. After all, Gwen was a pureblood lady, possessing eloquence, grace, and impeccable manners, qualities that his mother herself often praised and desired to see more of.
With a dismissive shake of his head, Regulus ambled through the labyrinthine corridors of the train, seeking solace amidst the bustling compartments. The rhythmic clickety-clack of the wheels on the tracks provided a comforting soundtrack to his wandering thoughts. It didn't take long for his curious footsteps to lead him to a cabin where Barty Crouch Jr., Severus Snape, and Evan Rosier were engaged in a spirited conversation, their voices weaving in and out of the air like an enchanting melody.
Intrigued by the animated exchange, Regulus found himself drawn closer to the cabin, the whispers of their words growing louder with each step. Suddenly, the door swung open with a flourish, and Barty's excitement spilled out like fireworks on a starry night. "Reg!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his joy, as he eagerly pulled Regulus into the inviting sanctuary. "I've been wondering when we would see you, mate!"
Barty, with his dark brown locks contrasting against his alabaster complexion and freckles scattered like stardust, beamed at Regulus as though he had just unearthed a long-lost treasure. The cabin itself exuded an aura of warmth and camaraderie, a refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within Regulus's mind.
Feeling a sense of relief, Regulus sank into a seat next to Snape, who was engrossed in a tome that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. "I couldn't escape my mum," he admitted, a tinge of resignation in his voice.
Barty chuckled, his laughter dancing in the air. "Your mum is quite the character, mate."
Evan, wearing a mischievous grin, chimed in, "Tell me about it. I visited Reg a few weeks ago, and her voice could shake the very foundations of the house."
Regulus couldn't help but join in their playful banter, for deep down, he knew their jests held a grain of truth. His mother was, indeed, a force to be reckoned with.
While Barty and Evan continued their lighthearted exchange, Regulus seized the opportunity to steal a glance at Severus, whose quill danced across parchment with a fervor that matched his own curiosity. Lines of concentration creased Severus's forehead, raising questions in Regulus's mind about the contents of his scribbles.
Before he could voice his inquiry, Evan interrupted with a sneer, pointing towards a radiant redhead engaged in animated conversation with two Gryffindor girls outside the cabin. "Oh look, it's Sev's pet mudblood."
Severus remained unfazed, his attention undeterred from his writing. "She isn't my pet," he retorted, his voice laced with defiance. "Don't you two have more worthwhile pursuits than being a nuisance?"
Before Barty and Evan could retaliate, the cabin door swung open once again, making way for the arrival of Antonin Dolohov, already dressed in his school robes like the rest of them. His eyes gleamed with excitement. "You won't believe who I just crossed paths with!"
Evan was pushed aside by Antonin, creating space for him to settle down. Annoyance flickered in Evan's eyes as he demanded, "Who?"
"That girl who seems to bewitch all our parents," Antonin revealed, his voice laced with intrigue.
Regulus felt Severus tense beside him.
"You mean Gwendolyn," Evan nonchalantly shrugged. "I've had the pleasure of meeting her before."
Barty's eyes widened, a spark of curiosity igniting within him. "How did you manage that?"
"She's in Ravenclaw with my sister. They're friends, and I briefly encountered her at the Malfoy's Garden Party."
"And? What's she like?" Barty pressed eagerly.
Evan pondered for a moment, his expression turning contemplative. "She's not just beautiful, mate. She's kind. The kind of person who can light up a room with a single smile."
That brief description was enough to captivate their imaginations. Barty leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I heard from my mother that she's nothing like her father and everything like her mother."
Antonin hummed in agreement. "They say her father was a Head Boy, one of the most formidable duelists of his time, and an exceptional student. He also had a rebellious streak, a talent for bending rules."
As the train hurtled through the countryside, their minds buzzed with the possibilities that lay ahead, secrets waiting to be unraveled, and friendships destined to be forged within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. The adventures of Regulus, Barty, Severus, Evan, and Antonin were about to begin, with each twist and turn of fate intertwining their lives in ways they could never have anticipated.
Sirius guided her to a cabin where she would reunite with her cousin Jamie, along with Remus and Peter. True to his character, Sirius expressed his gratitude for her rescue from his difficult relationship with his mother. It was no secret that his father and he rarely interacted, their clashes in personality being the main culprit. Gwen had discovered that they shared a striking resemblance in terms of their stubbornness. Not exactly shocking, to say the least.
Settling into her seat beside the window, Gwen exchanged a warm greeting with Remus, mindful of his exhaustion from last night's full moon. With a gentle smile, he leaned his head against the glass, finding solace in the tranquility of the moment.
It was only an hour after the train had left the station, when Gwen decided to pay a visit to Lily. Slipping out of the quiet cabin, and only just minutes after searching, Gwen discovered Lily sitting in a cozy cabin surrounded by Gryffindor girls and a Hufflepuff. Among them were Marlene, Mary, and Alice, the same Hufflepuff she had assisted the previous year.
"Hey there," Gwen greeted as she entered the cabin. "It's great to see you all again. How were your summers?"
"Come join us!" they welcomed her.
Taking a seat, Gwen engaged in lively conversation with the four girls, sharing tales of their summer adventures. Marlene had explored Italy with her parents for most of the break. Mary had ventured to America to visit her extended family, while Alice had chosen to spend her holidays in the comfort of her London home. As the conversation flowed, Gwen seized the opportunity to pull Lily aside and inquire about Severus's whereabouts.
"He's been spending time with some Slytherin guys named Kingsley, Evan, Antonin, and Crouch," Lily disclosed.
Suppressing her unease, Gwen responded, "I guess that's why we haven't seen much of him this summer."
Lily nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't have anything against Slytherins, but these particular ones seem to be a bad influence, especially given what's happening with Voldemort."
"I completely understand your concerns. I've been worried about him too," Gwen empathized.
"I'm truly concerned about him," she whispered. "He had been spending a lot of time writing in that journal of his."
Gwen understood where her friend was coming from, Severus had done little to talk to them in the last month, claiming to be busy. Especially since Regulus had seemingly joined the ranks of Slytherin as well. She didn't share Sirius's hope that Regulus would follow in his Gryffindor footsteps. Regulus lacked Sirius's courage and determination to defy his family's beliefs. However, Gwen had no intention of severing their friendship because of it. She was determined to be there for both of her friends.
"See you tomorrow at breakfast before classes," Lily said, embracing Gwen before heading towards the bathroom. Turning she went the opposite direction, only passing by a nearby cabin, she caught a glimpse of Severus engaged in conversation with Kingsley, Even, Barty, and Antonin. She had briefly met these boys at the Malfoy's socials, but they had been rather shy and reserved in her presence. She decided to leave them be and save her conversation with Severus for another day.
Back in the safety of the cabin, Gwen settled into a seat by the window. Ignoring James and Sirius as they excitedly compiled a list of pranks for the coming year, she observed Peter purchasing candy from the cart while Remus slowly ate his chocolate frog as he had engrossed himself in a book borrowed from her. Lost in her own thoughts, Gwen gazed out the window, taking in the warm sunlight that bathed the surroundings.
Slipping her journal out of her bag, she flipped to a few of the recent entries and frowned at her findings that she had taken during the Malfoy Garden Party.
Gwen couldn't fathom that Lucius was capable of committing such heinous acts as attempting to become a Death Eater. From their limited interactions, she perceived him as a proud young man. But who could blame him? He possessed wealth, good looks, and a beautiful girlfriend. Everything seemed to be handed to him on a silver platter without any effort.
However...
She had to consider the possibility that she could be wrong.
With Voldemort's influence growing, Gwen couldn't help but worry that Lucius might succumb to becoming a Death Eater. Yet, she refused to entertain such thoughts. It was unfair to assume the worst of those around her without concrete evidence. She wouldn't accept anything less.
"Darling?" Sirius's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Startled, she cleared her throat. "Sorry, I was lost in my own world."
"Are you alright?" he inquired.
"Yes, just thinking about tomorrow's classes," she replied, trying to divert their attention.
Jamie rolled his eyes, "damn swot."
Grabbing the box of opened Bertie Bott Beans, she grabbed a handful and threw them at him. Watching them get caught in his disheveled hair.
"You were saying?"
Accepting his defeat, they resumed their conversation, leaving Gwen to her contemplations once more. Leaning her head against the window, she exhaled deeply, resting her cheek on her fist.
With wide eyes filled with a mix of awe and trepidation, Gwen found herself transfixed, gazing up at the formidable creature that stood before her. The very sight of it sent shivers down her spine, causing her heart to race within her chest like a wild stallion. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she tried to quell the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume her every thought.
Inhaling deeply, Gwen desperately sought a momentary respite from the paralyzing terror that had taken hold of her. This monstrous being, with its skeletal body and reptilian features, stood as a haunting reminder of the cruel grip death had on her mother. It had snatched her away right before Gwen's disbelieving eyes, leaving an indelible mark on her soul.
Suppressing a choked sob, she fought to regain her composure, determined not to let her vulnerability show. Thestrals, these majestic creatures, were unlike anything she had ever encountered. Their wings stretched wide, resembling the eerie elegance of bats in flight, as they stood as silent guardians of the realm between life and death.
Just as Gwen was lost in her thoughts, a warm, heavy hand settled gently on her shoulder, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Startled, she turned to face the source of the touch, her eyes meeting the concerned gaze of Sirius Black, a close friend who had been there for her during the darkest moments of her life.
He shushed her softly, his hands firmly holding her shoulders, guiding her away from the very thing that served as a painful reminder of her mother's demise. "Just breathe," he soothed, his voice a reassuring balm in the midst of her turmoil.
"S-sirius..." Gwen stammered, her voice trembling with unshed tears and gratitude for his unwavering support.
"Take all the time you need," he whispered gently, his eyes filled with understanding. "We are the last carriage, nobody is here but us and them," he added, gesturing towards their friends who sat patiently inside, their eyes filled with empathy.
Overwhelmed by emotions, Gwen closed her eyes, burying her face into Sirius' shoulder, allowing herself to be vulnerable in his comforting embrace. Minutes passed, and as she pulled away, she found strength in his warm hand extended towards her.
"Care for a helping hand, sweetheart?" Sirius offered with a warm smile, his eyes filled with genuine care.
Remus, Peter, and Jamie had already settled inside the carriage, eager for her to join them. They were her rock, her pillars of support, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards them as well. With a shy blush tinging her cheeks, Gwen murmured a heartfelt "Thank you," before accepting Sirius' outstretched hand and taking a seat beside him.
As the carriage began its journey to the castle, Gwen couldn't help but feel a mix of nervous excitement and gratitude for the friends who had stood by her side. With her lips sealed, she surrendered herself to the enchantment of the moment, letting the cool August air and the rhythmic motion of the carriage lull her into a state of calm.
Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Jamie's presence reassured her that she was not alone in her struggles. They had shown her patience, compassion, and unwavering support in her moment of weakness. Absent-mindedly twirling a lock of her now longer hair, Gwen let the anticipation of the upcoming months fill her thoughts, knowing that she had a strong network of friends to rely on as she embarked on this new chapter of her life.
The group of first years bounded after the old witch, their hearts racing with excitement. Regulus's hands quivered, his stomach twisted with nervous anticipation. McGonagall reached the towering doors that Hagrid had vanished through and swung them open wide.
As they entered the Great Hall, a hush fell over the room, leaving Regulus in awe. Four long tables stretched from the entrance, while at the front stood a raised platform adorned with a table where the teachers sat. Regulus looked up, his eyes widening at the enchanting sight above him. Hundreds of candles floated in mid-air, flickering and dancing. But the most breathtaking feature was the ceiling, magically reflecting the weather outside, creating the illusion of no ceiling at all.
The first years walked through the space between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, stopping when they reached the front. Excitement filled the air as McGonagall returned, carrying a stool with a tattered hat resting upon it. Uncertainty flickered among the students as they exchanged questioning glances. Regulus watched intently as McGonagall placed the stool and hat before them, taking a few steps back. Suddenly, the brim of the hat split open, eliciting gasps from the first years.
Barely registering the song however, he looked towards the Ravenclaw table, catching the soft and encouraging gaze of Gwen. Her lips turned up into a smile. Captivated, he couldn't look away. Not until applause erupted among the students as they marveled at the magical brown tattered hat. McGonagall adjusted her spectacles and unfurled a scroll of parchment tucked beneath her arm.
He watched numbly as names were called. One by one in alphabetical order. Three Gryffindors and two Slytherins were housed before his name had been called.
"Black, Regulus!"
The Great Hall fell into complete silence, as if one could hear a feather drop. The small boy was young but not naive. He knew why they were all quiet. He could hear their hungry gazes on him, wondering if he would follow his elder brother's footsteps. Frankly to be honest with himself, he wasn't sure what house he would join. That wouldn't stop him however. Regulus, now brimming with newfound confidence, approached the stool and took a seat.
Before the hat covered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his older brother's hopeful expression. Regulus's stomach churned as the hat descended, engulfing his vision. For a moment, all was quiet.
"Mmmm, interesting..." a voice echoed in Regulus's mind, sending a shiver down his spine. "Yes, quite interesting. Much like your brother, you are."
"Sirius? I'm like Sirius?" Regulus asked incredulously, unable to fathom the comparison. He believed he was nothing like his brother.
How could he be anything like Sirius? His elder brother was brave, courageous, and was able to easily adapt to his surroundings. The complete opposite. The hat had to have lied or broken as his words were lies.
"Yes... the other Black... the one I sorted last year. This new generation of Blacks... unlike the past generations..." The hat fell silent, and a sense of anxiety crept through Regulus's veins. "I think I know just where to place you... though it's unusual for me to do this a second time..."
"NO! Not Gryffindor, please! Any house but Gryffindor!" Regulus pleaded, his mind filled with memories of how his parents had treated Sirius over the summer, the image of his brother writhing in pain on the library floor under their father's wand.
"Ahhhh... I see... I'm sorry, dear boy, that you must endure such a household in these times..." Regulus felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing he would not be sorted into Gryffindor. "If that is truly your wish, then let us go-"
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table erupted in applause, and the fifth-year Prefects rose to welcome their newest member.
As McGonagall removed the hat from Regulus's head, his gaze immediately fell upon his brother. Sirius Black stared intently at the table before him, his lower lip trembling. Across from him, a boy named James, whom Sirius had mentioned in his letters and during the summer, leaned in and whispered comforting words to his brother.
Regulus quickly averted his gaze, afraid that his tears would betray him. He didn't want to feel this way. After all, he was now a proud Slytherin. But deep down, a small part of him felt a pang of sorrow. He knew that, for now, any hope of repairing his relationship with his brother was slim.
Turning to Gwen, he watched as she continued smiling at him. Warmth and encouragement were expressed loudly from her. Based on how she spoke to him and her own bias, she was true to her word about being happy with his own decision. He took comfort in her expression.
Hopping off the stool, Regulus forced a smile, determined to keep his emotions in check. Barty Crouch beamed at him, offering a reassuring thumbs up as he passed by.
Returning the smile, Regulus walked confidently toward the Slytherin table. He chose a seat next to the boy Prefect, positioning himself with his back to the Gryffindor table.
However, silently he felt guilt as he couldn't help it from being placed in Slytherin. However, his mother's harsh and cold words were tattooed in his brain. One year and she had broken him and controlled him with fear and uncertainty. The hard truth was that Regulus Black was a spare. As the second-born, he may not have been destined to inherit the prestigious title of Black heir, but his mere existence held greater significance than meets the eye. Something he wouldn't discover for years to come.
This year, Pandora had announced to the girls that she would be rooming with them this year, she was thrilled to be sharing a dorm with Gwen, Toni, and Jackie. The anticipation was palpable as they gathered in the dining hall for dinner, discussing their plans for the evening. While Olivia had chosen to room with her third-year friends on the Quidditch team.
As soon as dinner was over, the girls couldn't wait to rush back to their dorms and sort out their living arrangements. Excitement filled the air as they brainstormed and negotiated, each determined to claim their own special corner of the room. With a burst of energy, they began rearranging the furniture, making sure their twin four poster beds, wardrobes, desks, and trunks were perfectly positioned.
Once the furniture was in place, they eagerly started unpacking their trunks, revealing a treasure trove of personal belongings. Pandora carefully arranged her collection of flowers and stuffed animals of magical creatures, while Toni displayed her colorful artwork on the walls along with the photos from her camera. Gwen, being the studious one, neatly arranged books on the transfigured bookshelf she created as well as her music collection in her trunk. But it was Jackie who stole the show with her overflowing trunks. As always, she had brought an excessive amount of luggage, claiming that she needed a different outfit for every day of the weekend, just to keep Daniel on his toes.
Amidst the chaos of settling in, Toni playfully complained to Jackie about her things encroaching on her side of the room, even picking up one of Jackie's scarves to emphasize her point. Pandora and Gwen exchanged a knowing smile before returning their attention to their own belongings. With a flick of her wand, Gwen effortlessly levitated her neatly folded clothes from her trunk and carefully placed them into her dresser. Once her second trunk was empty, she slid it under her bed before turning her attention to the first one, which held her supplies for the year.
As Gwen's belongings gracefully floated out of the trunk and found their rightful place on her desk, Toni and Jackie continued their spirited argument, their hand gestures matching the intensity of their voices. Unfazed, Pandora smiled and hummed to herself, using her wand to arrange her own belongings to her liking.
Just then, Olivia stormed into the room, arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. She had clearly had enough of Toni and Jackie's bickering. "Can you two please give it a rest? It's the first night back, and you have the entire year to argue," she scolded them.
Jackie stamped her foot in protest. "She started it by leaving her things on my side!"
Toni snorted dismissively. "I already told you it was an accident. My brother must have put a hex on my trunk!"
"Oh, please! That's just a lame excuse," Jackie retorted.
Meanwhile, Gwen grabbed her pajamas and quietly slipped out of the dorm, with Pandora following suit. As they walked side by side, Gwen turned to Pandora and asked, "Do you mind if I join you?"
Pandora smiled warmly. "I'd love the company."
They made their way to the girls' baths, where a steaming pool awaited them. Stripping down to their swimsuits, they eased themselves into the warm, bubbly water.
As they relaxed, Pandora asked Gwen about her summer vacation. "How was your vacation, Pandora?"
"Summer was wonderful. Evan kept pestering me about Hogwarts every chance he got. My mum tried to get him to stop, but he always found new ways to bother me," Pandora replied with a smile.
Gwen shared a secret. "I actually saw him on the Hogwarts Express, hanging out with Reggie. He seemed really happy to be with them."
Pandora furrowed her brow. "Them? Who else was he with?"
Gwen nodded knowingly. "Barty, Severus, and Antonin, I believe."
"Sounds like quite the group of troublemakers," Pandora remarked, dunking herself underwater before resurfacing.
Gwen began lathering her hair with shampoo after briefly submerging her head. "Reggie isn't a troublemaker, though. He's Sirius' little brother, you know?"
"Ah, yes, the first-year," Pandora said, smirking. "From what I observed this summer, it seems like you two have become quite close. Your auras blend beautifully together."
Gwen clicked her tongue playfully. "Don't you start, Dora."
Pandora laughed. "All I'm saying is that I've analyzed your personalities, and they complement each other splendidly."
Blushing, Gwen watched as Pandora playfully splashed around in the water, leaning against the pool's edge. Her gaze wandered to a stunning glass artwork of a merwoman, who seemed to be smiling at them.
"Do you think the kimilos will visit me again this year?" Gwen asked, referring to the small creatures Pandora had told her about during the last term. They had visited her a few times, leaving behind notes and the items she had misplaced.
Pandora smiled warmly. "I'm not sure, but perhaps they'll pay you a visit just to say hello."
Glowing with excitement, Pandora couldn't contain her joy. "That would be absolutely brilliant!"
"Look what the cat dragged in," Jackie snickered, her mischievous grin spreading across her face.
The cozy common room was filled with laughter as Jackie, Toni, Olivia were nestled into their favorite spots by the warm fireplace, wrapped in fluffy blankets and surrounded by plush cushions. The crackling of the fire resonated with their joyful spirits, creating a symphony of comfort and camaraderie. It was the perfect setting for sharing stories and catching up on the latest gossip, a haven from the outside world's chaos. Pandora and herself took their spots in the loveseat, bundling under the fur blankets.
"Look who finally came up for air," she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm, as she gracefully settled into her seat next to Toni and Olivia on the spacious couch. Her playful banter was met with a pout from Toni and a mischievous twinkle in Olivia's eyes, hinting at the shenanigans that were about to unfold.
During the summer, Jackie had run into Daniel over the summer, after spending some time together. He and Jackie had snogged and it was all she talked about in her letters during the summer.
"Touché Donoghue," Jackie retorted, a hint of admiration shining through her playful facade, unable to hide her amusement at Jackie's quick wit.
"She's not wrong," Olivia chimed in with a mischievous grin, her laughter spilling out like a bubbling brook. "I saw you and your lover having quite the passionate snogging session on the train ride here. No wonder it took you so long to join us!" Her words danced in the air, laced with a mixture of playful jest and genuine curiosity.
Jackie's face flushed with embarrassment as the girls playfully teased her, her cheeks resembling the rosy hues of a blooming rose. Pandora, always the shy one, occasionally giggled. Gwen found it hard to immerse herself in her latest literary adventure, her presence adding a touch of whimsy to the lively atmosphere. But soon, the conversation shifted, like a gentle breeze changing its course, to what they had all been up to over the summer, their voices intertwining like the delicate threads of a tapestry.
Their attention turned to Gwen, and Jackie couldn't contain her excitement. Her eyes sparkled with an infectious anticipation as she eagerly reached into her bag, her fingers dancing with anticipation, and pulled out a crumpled copy of Wizard Weekly, its pages worn and dog-eared from countless readings. With a dramatic flourish, she slammed it down on the table, the sound echoing through the room like a thunderclap.
"DETAILS!" she demanded, her voice tinged with a mix of playful impatience and genuine curiosity, her eyes searching Gwen's face for the secrets that lay within.
As Gwen looked down at the well-worn magazine, its pages bent and folded like the pages of a cherished diary, it was evident that she had become somewhat of a celebrity, a luminary that had captured the imaginations of many. Since her debut, the publishers had made it their mission to feature her in every issue, their ink etching her name in the annals of history, knowing that her presence would attract readers like bees to honey. She was the talk of the wizarding world, almost as popular as Voldemort himself, a shining star illuminating the darkest corners of their reality.
Gwen shrugged nonchalantly, her voice laced with an air of effortless cool. "Their garden is lovely," she replied, her words floating through the air like a delicate whisper, her tone betraying a hint of nonchalance.
Jackie's frustration was palpable, her brows furrowing like storm clouds gathering in the sky. "Is that all you have to say? Their garden is lovely? Give me some juicy gossip, Gwen!" Her voice danced with a mix of playful exasperation and genuine longing, her eyes pleading for a taste of the forbidden fruit. "You went to five pureblood events, I need some kind of gossip to sustain me."
With a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes, Gwen responded, her voice carrying a mischievous undertone. "Well, I did attend a party with the other families. I indulged in some delectable macaroons," she revealed, her words falling like drops of nectar, tantalizing and sweet.
Jackie couldn't contain her disappointment, her shoulders sinking like a deflated balloon. Disheartened, she buried her face in a plush pillow, muffling a scream of frustration that threatened to escape like a caged wildcat.
Olivia, flipping through the magazine with a knowing smile, shook her head in amusement. "Give it up, Jackie. Gwen doesn't care about the other families or what people write about her," she advised, her voice gentle yet firm, like a guiding lighthouse in the midst of a turbulent storm.
Toni chimed in, her voice playful yet defiant, as she unwrapped a chocolate frog with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Exactly! Who cares about those snobbish families? All they do is sip tea and gossip, looking down on anyone who isn't part of their exclusive circle," she declared, her words resonating with a sense of rebellion against the confines of societal norms.
Finally, Pandora spoke up, her voice filled with agreement, like a distant echo carried by the wind. "I second that. We're better off without their drama, forging our own path free from the shackles of their expectations," she added, her words imbued with a sense of liberation and determination.
Jackie pleaded one last time, her eyes glistening with a mix of hope and desperation, her voice a gentle plea that echoed through the room. "Please, Gwen, give me something! Anything that will make my heart race with excitement!"
Sighing, Gwen relented, her voice tinged with a warning tone that cut through the air like a sharp gust of wind. "Alright, I did meet Arthur and Molly Weasley's son," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of secrecy and intrigue.
Jackie's eyes widened with excitement, her heart dancing like a fluttering butterfly in her chest. "That's it? Nothing else?" she questioned, her voice filled with a hunger for more, a thirst for thrilling tales.
Gwen's warning tone grew serious, her eyes narrowing with a touch of mischief. "Jackie, I swear I'll ask the boys to prank you if you don't stop asking," she threatened, her words laced with a playful yet undeniable promise of consequences.
Jackie shivered, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins, realizing that Gwen meant business. Reluctantly, she conceded, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "Fine," she whispered, her words floating in the air like a whispered surrender, as the room returned to its lively chatter, the echoes of laughter intertwining with the flickering flames of the fireplace.
The common room filled with laughter, the girls bonded over their shared excitement for the year ahead as they spoke about their summers.
Nestled in the embrace of her luxurious bed, Gwen stretched out her limbs, relishing in the comforting familiarity of her bedroom. However, sleep eluded her on this particular night, despite the soothing melody of Jackie's gentle snores drifting from the other side of the room.
Earlier that evening, after a delectable feast, Gwen and her companions had gathered in the common room, reveling in each other's company before retiring for the night. Tomorrow marked the beginning of another journey at Hogwarts, a day filled with eager anticipation. Yet, amidst the cheerful atmosphere, Gwen found herself spellbound by a haunting image that lingered in her mind: Sirius' countenance, etched with a profound blend of betrayal and sorrow. The sight had struck a chord deep within her, causing her heart to ache with empathy.
Observing Sirius throughout the entire meal, Gwen couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. She knew how fiercely he shielded his younger brother from their parents' critical gaze, and how deeply he cherished him. Witnessing his emotional turmoil was nothing short of heart-wrenching. Lost in her thoughts, Gwen absentmindedly raised her right wrist, causing the delicate charm bracelet to emit a soft, melodic jingle. A small smile graced her lips as she reminisced about the significance of each charm.
Sirius had recently added new charms to the bracelet. The first charm was a snow globe, engraved with the words "New Years 1971," symbolizing their shared memories of their New Year's Kiss. The second charm took the form of a heart-shaped box of chocolates, a sweet reminder of Valentine's Day. The third charm depicted a birthday cake with pink enamel icing, commemorating Gwen's special day. The fourth charm was a replica of the handkerchief Sirius had gifted her when they first met, a sentimental token of their blossoming friendship. Lastly, the fifth charm bore the simple yet profound inscription of the four numbers, 1971, encapsulating the year that held immeasurable significance for them both.
Each charm he gave her was a testament to his love and friendship as they stood side by side. Gwen couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, knowing that Sirius cherished their bond just as deeply as she did. That's precisely why his desolate expression from the Gryffindor table had pierced her to the core. The bracelet only had eleven charms, but she knew that he would be adding more as they created more cherished memories together.
With a heavy sigh, Gwen made the decision to abandon her futile attempts at slumber. Slipping her feet into a pair of cozy slippers, she retrieved her wand and selected one of her new textbooks, determined to make the most of her wakefulness. Descending the stairs with a soft tread, she entered the deserted common room, seeking solace in its inviting atmosphere. Settling into the plush couch, she opened the textbook—the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Two. Bathing the room in the warm glow of the Lumos spell, Gwen immersed herself in the enchanting world of magical knowledge, hoping to find solace and productivity in her late-night studies.
Sitting at her own table, bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun, she indulged in her favorite breakfast delicacies while eagerly delving into the treasure trove of letters that arrived in today's mail. The envelopes were adorned with familiar handwriting, bearing tidings from her beloved Father, doting Aunts and Uncles, and even a short, heartfelt note from her maternal grandparents. With a sense of anticipation, she savored the moments spent reading a few of these heartfelt messages, each word etching a smile upon her face before carefully tucking them away into her brand new bag, which also housed her cherished textbooks.
Reminiscing about the summer adventures she embarked upon with her dear friend Maeve, a particular memory resurfaced - the sight of a mesmerizing blue purse glistening in a shop window. Compelled by its allure, she made it her own, employing the enchanting powers of the Undetectable Extension charm to ensure ample space for her belongings. Now, as she perused her timetable for the upcoming academic year, she relished the simultaneous task of savoring fluffy, golden pancakes while meticulously studying the array of classes that awaited her.
In the midst of her morning ritual, she reached for her goblet of gillyweed water, intending to quench her thirst, only to be greeted by an unexpected aroma of pumpkin. Her delicate nose wrinkled in distaste, repelled by the mere presence of the orange liquid. Swiftly pushing it away, as far from her as possible, she couldn't help but express her disdain.
To her surprise, a familiar voice broke the silence, accompanied by a mischievous smile. It was Severus, taking his seat across from her, his books arranged neatly before him. His presence brought a welcome interruption to her solitary breakfast.
Caught off guard, she looked up from the offensive liquid, meeting his gaze. "Still bothered by it?" he inquired, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
Grimacing, she replied, "I find that I will never drink that beverage again. How are you, Sev? We haven't had much opportunity to talk in the past month. Is everything alright?"
Severus tilted his head from side to side, contemplating for a moment, before finally meeting her gaze once more. His voice lowered to a whisper, carrying an air of secrecy. "Do you remember how I mentioned those peculiar dreams in my letters?"
Curiosity piqued, she nodded, recalling his previous correspondence. "Indeed, I do. You mentioned speaking to your mother about them."
A flicker of excitement danced across his features as he leaned in closer. "Well, my mother informed me that these 'dreams' are not ordinary dreams at all. Apparently, I possess a unique gift known as Legilimency, enabling me to delve into the dreams of others. It's a natural talent, you see, allowing me to witness their thoughts within the realm of my own mind."
Gwen had heard whispers of Legilimency before, but had never delved deep into its intricacies. Fascinated, she listened intently as Severus continued to unravel the mysteries of his newfound ability. "And it doesn't stop there," he added, a tinge of excitement in his voice. "I also possess the knack for Occlumency, a skill that shields my mind from prying Legilimens, preventing them from invading my thoughts."
Intrigued, she accepted the dark green, worn-out book he handed her, flipping open its pages with delicate care. "My mother gave me this book after explaining everything," he shared, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Peering over the book, Gwen smiled. "It seems like everything you've described aligns perfectly with what's written here. They even mention the possibility of purposeful practice. Are you considering pursuing it further?"
Severus grinned, his eyes sparkling with newfound hope. "Why not? It could prove to be quite intriguing, and if it helps me gain better control over this gift, perhaps I can finally experience peaceful sleep and witness my own dreams for once."
Her agreement came swiftly, a glimmer of excitement dancing in her eyes. "That's a valid point. I thought you might need some assistance," Gwen admitted. "How can I help?"
Severus shrugged, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "You're incredibly intelligent, Gwen. Together, we might be able to decipher the best methods for mastering this art. Perhaps you could help me practice, by allowing me to explore your mind..."
Her initial nervousness dissipated as she pondered the possibilities. She had a multitude of plans for the upcoming year, including tutoring her friends, guiding them on their journey to become Animagi, and pursuing her personal goals detailed within her cherished journal. Yet, the prospect of embarking on this shared journey with Severus, of mutually aiding one another's growth, felt like an opportunity not to be missed.
"Alright," she finally declared, her voice filled with determination. "I will gladly assist you, on one condition: that you also teach me in return."
Severus' eyes sparkled with gratitude and excitement. "So, you're willing to allow me to practice on you?"
Handing the book back to him, she smiled, her voice laced with earnestness. "It seems only fair that I offer myself as your practice subject, as you allow me to practice on you. Together, we shall explore the depths of Legilimency and unlock its secrets."
"Thank you Gwen," he smiled. "I'll owl you for further details."
As Gwen settled into her seat in the classroom, her gaze was immediately captivated by the imposing chalkboard that towered behind Professor Moody's desk. Like magic, a flick of his wand sent a piece of chalk soaring out of the tray, leaving a trail of powdery white letters that danced across its surface, frantically scribbling notes. Excitement buzzed in the air, as the students eagerly transcribed the spells and their purposes, their voices barely audible as they muttered the incantations under their breath.
The enchanting list of spells seemed to stretch endlessly, each one serving a unique purpose in the battle against the dark arts. From the widely known Expelliarmus to the powerful Stupefy, and from the protective shield of Protego to the advanced Protego Duo, Protego Maxima, and even Salvio Hexia, the spells offered varying degrees of defense against the malevolent forces lurking in the magical realm. Professor Moody nodded approvingly, his footsteps echoing as he paced amidst the rows of desks, the room alive with the scratching of quills on parchment.
"You never know when these spells might come in handy," the professor's voice echoed with urgency. "Danger can strike at any moment. Learning defensive magical theory is about being ever vigilant, always prepared, and able to shield ourselves from harm... because the threats are real, and they are growing stronger."
As Gwen absorbed Professor Moody's words, a mixture of revulsion and unease washed over her. The mention of the muggle murders that had plagued the summer months turned her stomach. News of the five muggles who had been mysteriously killed, along with the twenty others who had fallen victim to savage animal attacks, especially at the paws of ferocious wolves, had spread like wildfire. The vivid images and detailed accounts her father had collected haunted her thoughts, leaving her horrified and unsettled.
Curiosity mingled with horror as Gwen couldn't help but wonder how those bloodied and mutilated bodies had even been recognizable. The gruesome reality of the dangers lurking beyond the classroom walls weighed heavily on her mind, fueling her unwavering determination to master the defensive spells. She was determined to protect herself and those she held dear from the looming threats that lay ahead.
Because she was going to be honest with herself. The darkness that was beginning to loom over them terrified her.
The first day of classes had been a mere lesson on review for everything they had learned the year prior. While she paid attention, her cousin and the boys were already starting up their antics. Which was no surprise really since they were incapable of sitting still for more than a minute. Even when they were asleep, they would waken as if they spent their entire night fighting dementors.
Their new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was an up and coming Auror by the name of Alastor Moody. He was a close friend of the Headmaster, he made it known that his teaching would be more physical than reading and learning the theory of it. She couldn't stop thinking about what he had said all day, his words kept circulating through her head the entire day.
She was actually quite nervous about using the spells in practice as she had only ever read and studied them. Perhaps, she could ask Jamie to teach her since he was quite the dueller himself. They had spent their summer training for Quidditch, practicing dueling and planning pranks. They had quite the agenda, but so did she.
So whether she liked it or not, she needed to learn how to properly duel.
However, she needed to change as she promised to watch the boys tryout for Quidditch and then after Sirius would escort her to Slughorn's Slug Party to celebrate the new year.
Smoothening down the invisible wrinkles in her skirt, she eyed her appearance in the mirror. Jackie helped her choose her outfit for Slughorns Party. It was a dark blue skirt with a matching blue and white flowery silk blouse tucked in with dark blue knee high socks and small matching blue heels. Her hair was tied up in a half updo with a white bow.
She had a reputation to uphold and maintain.
"Sirius is waiting for you outside," Toni walked inside their dorm, her stack of books in hand. "Such a loyal dog he is." She teased
Flushed, she rolled her eyes. "Don't you have homework to do?"
Toni grimaced, waving her off. "Go away."
She picked up her purse and tucked her wand in the sleeve of her jumper.
Anticipation filled the air as Regulus Black settled into his seat amidst the bustling stands, eagerly awaiting the Gryffindor Quidditch Try-outs. His heart swelled with excitement and pride, for his very own brother was among the hopefuls vying for a spot on the team. Determined to witness his brother's legendary skills firsthand, Regulus yearned for the chance to witness the magic on display after hearing countless tales of his brother's remarkable prowess on a broomstick.
As he took in the panoramic view of the stadium, a sudden flash of white caught Regulus' attention, prompting him to turn his head. It came as no surprise to see Gwen, a familiar face, gracefully taking her own seat in the stands. Of course, she would be here to support his brother's endeavor. Seizing the opportunity, Regulus discreetly analyzed Gwen's appearance, as he often did. True to form, she exuded an air of impeccable elegance, her attire a harmonious blend of modesty and sophistication.
Before long, Gwen was joined by Remus and the jovial Peter, whose name had eluded Regulus momentarily. The trio's presence only further confirmed the significance of this event. And then, amidst the mounting anticipation, a chorus of cheers erupted from the field, momentarily diverting Regulus' attention. He turned his head, catching sight of the aspiring Quidditch hopefuls soaring into the pitch. Among them, his brother stood out, donned in the vibrant hues of scarlet red and gold, his smile as wide as the horizon as he zoomed towards a girl positioned on his far right.
Boasting his confidence with a loud proclamation, Sirius exclaimed, "Don't I look good on this broom?"
Rolling his eyes, Remus retorted, "If only your playing matched your confidence."
Amused by their banter, Gwen giggled and offered words of encouragement, assuring Sirius of his rightful place on the team, provided his ego didn't hinder his performance.
Flashing a smug smirk, Sirius teased, "Darling, we both know you'll be cheering me on."
Snorting playfully, Gwen retorted, "Gentlemen aren't supposed to be arrogant."
Sirius fired back, "And ladies aren't supposed to snort." A playful back-and-forth ensued, tinged with affection and camaraderie.
"Touché Mr. Black."
"Kiss me for good luck?" He gestured towards his cheek with a big grin
She stood from her seat, face flushed as she leaned against the rail and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. "Good luck Sirius."
Caught in the midst of their endearing exchange, Regulus observed his brother's gaze fixated on Gwen, a newfound seriousness etching his features. It became increasingly evident that their relationship had undergone a profound shift, their gazes filled with a deep adoration that not even they seemed aware of. Regulus pondered whether anyone else had noticed this deep connection between the two.
As Sirius soared off, heading towards the cluster of Quidditch veterans, including the team captain Billius Weasley, Gideon, and Fabian Prewett, all resplendent in their vibrant uniforms, the stands began to fill with an influx of eager spectators. Whispers and murmurs echoed through the crowd, their attention inevitably drawn to James Potter and Sirius Black, the dynamic duo who had made no secret of their aspirations to join the team.
Meanwhile, Regulus listened intently as Billius Weasley outlined the plan for the try-outs, involving mock Quidditch games categorized by year and arranged alphabetically to streamline the process. However, despite the sizable turnout of twenty aspiring players, only four coveted spots were up for grabs. Through snippets of conversation overheard at his own table, Regulus gleaned that most of the hopefuls fell short of excellence.
With the stage set and the atmosphere charged with anticipation, the Gryffindor Quidditch Try-outs promised to be a spectacle of skill, determination, and dreams, leaving Regulus eager to witness the unfolding drama and discover who would ultimately claim their place on the illustrious team.
Sirius, drenched in sweat and covered in a layer of dirt, couldn't contain his beaming smile that radiated victory and triumph as he celebrated his well-deserved spot on the Quidditch team. Despite the visible bruise under his eye, he wore it as a badge of honor, a testament to his unwavering determination and refusal to let anything dampen his spirit.
As the cheers and applause faded into the background, Gwen approached Sirius with a warm smile, congratulating him once again for his remarkable win. With their heads held high, the two friends made their way back to the castle, where he walked her down to the Dungeons, before he would return to his own common room, where his housemates were throwing a lively celebration in honor of the new Quidditch members.
Knowing how much this achievement meant to Sirius, Gwen insisted that he join his mates to revel in their shared triumph. However, Sirius was resolute in his decision. He insisted on walking Gwen from the pitch to the dungeons, promising to return within ten minutes. There was something he wanted to share with her, something that had been on his mind since the exhilarating match.
Gwen's heart stirred as she had heard whispers about Alphard Black. "Have you caught a glimpse of him lately?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Sirius let out a weary sigh. "Ever since I was sorted into Gryffindor, my mother blames my uncle for steering me away from Slytherin. She even threatens to sever their family ties if he dares to reach out to me."
Gwen wasn't taken aback by this revelation, but it ignited a spark of anger within her. However, her insatiable curiosity compelled her to inquire further about the enigmatic man. "What sort of person is he?"
Sirius paused, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Believe it or not, my mother claims that he and I are remarkably alike. She insists that I should have been his son, not hers."
Gwen made a mental note to give the Black matriarch a fright the next time she encountered her, a scare that would hopefully grant Sirius some respite.
"He has been more of a father figure to me than my own," Sirius confessed softly, as if confessing such a truth carried a heavy burden.
In a tender gesture, Gwen clasped his hand, causing him to turn his entire body towards her. "You must realize that you have a family in me," she assured him. As she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes, she pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
Something flickered in Sirius' expression, a mix of emotions dancing upon his features. "Darling, you underestimate your significance. You are so much more than just family."
"What is that?"
"You are the reason for which I draw breath."
Curiosity and affection flushed Gwen's cheeks as she gasped, her breath caught in her throat, while Sirius brought their entwined hands to his lips, showering them with delicate kisses. His adoring gaze never wavered.
"S-Sirius..." Gwen managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper.
A flicker of something indescribable crossed Sirius's features, causing Gwen's heart to skip a beat. "Gwen, love, there is something I must confess..." Sirius began, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Reluctantly, they released each other, their hands lingering for a moment, before continuing on their path towards Professor Slughorn's office.
"Let's make sure we don't go overboard with butterbeer," Sirius teased.
A playful smile danced across Sirius's lips as he jokingly warned Gwen not to overindulge in butterbeer, an unspoken promise to watch out for each other's well-being. She clicked her tongue in mock disapproval, returning the sentiment.
Little did she know that their conversation was just the beginning of an unfolding journey, where secrets would be revealed, bonds would be tested, and love would blossom amidst the magical tapestry of Hogwarts.
As he bowed theatrically and swiftly disappeared into the crowd, leaving her standing alone in front of the professor's door, Gwen took a deep breath and summoned the courage to knock.
With a sudden burst of energy that seemed to electrify the very air, the heavy office door swung open, setting the stage for a grand and exhilarating entrance. Professor Slughorn emerged from the threshold, his commanding presence akin to that of a charismatic movie star, immediately captivating the attention of everyone within the room. As he stepped forward, a lively melody from the bygone eras of music from the roaring 20's echoed triumphantly behind him, infusing the atmosphere with an infectious rhythm that ignited a spark of excitement in the hearts of those present.
A radiant smile illuminated Professor Slughorn's face as he extended his hands, a gesture that instantly commanded the unwavering gaze of the onlookers. In one hand, he held a goblet filled to the brim with a tantalizing burgundy mead, its playful splashes adding a touch of whimsy to his every movement. "Welcome!" his warm and enthusiastic voice boomed with a resounding cheer. "Step inside, Miss Donoghue." With a sweeping motion, he beckoned the gathering to enter, revealing a sight that instantly enchanted their senses.
Gone were the dreary, monotonous walls that had once imprisoned the room's ambiance, now replaced with magnificent green curtains that skillfully concealed its former dungeon-like nature. Plush armchairs adorned the space, encircling a crackling fireplace that invited guests to find solace and comfort in its warm embrace. Shelves adorned one wall, proudly displaying a stunning array of intricately labeled jars filled with captivating potion ingredients, their vibrant hues pulsating with an undeniable vitality. In a cozy corner, a grand brass phonograph sat atop an elegant table, serenading the room with its raspy melodies, its vintage presence adding an authentic touch to the old-fashioned atmosphere.
Professor Slughorn's description of the gathering as exclusive had not been an exaggeration. Only fifteen privileged individuals had earned the honor of being present, among them Lily and Severus, who stood out as the youngest attendees. Their eyes met across the room, silently conveying a shared understanding and unspoken pact. If they were to endure this enchanting experience, they would find solace and companionship within the walls of this captivating room.
"Indulge yourselves with a drink and join us by the crackling fire," Professor Slughorn invited, his voice carrying a genuine tone of hospitality. He gracefully gestured toward a long table that resembled a lavish buffet, adorned with goblets brimming with the same dark mead he relished, cups filled with refreshing pumpkin juice, and plates adorned with succulent lamb skewers resting on fragrant beds of rice. Lily and Severus eagerly grabbed their drinks and plates, eagerly joining their newfound companions by the hearth, where laughter and warmth permeated the air.
Gwen, though not particularly hungry, decided to join the others and gracefully selected a goblet of butterbeer, skillfully avoiding the pumpkin juice once more. As she made her way towards the gathering, she was intercepted by Narcissa Black, who greeted her with a polite smile. "Miss Donoghue," Narcissa said, her voice filled with a subtle air of curiosity. "I hadn't known that you had joined the club."
"I was extended an invitation last year, but I chose to decline as I prioritized settling in rather than socializing, honestly," Gwen replied with a warm smile, her fingers gently cradling the frosted goblet of butterbeer. The young witch in her seventh year nodded in understanding, her face adorned with a genuine smile. "Quite a wise decision, indeed. So, I take it that potions aren't your particular area of interest?"
"Being exceptional in a subject and genuinely enjoying it are two separate matters. I joined as a favor to a friend," Gwen explained, choosing not to reveal her true motivations for joining the club. She raised her glass towards Narcissa, offering a toast. "Cheers."
Narcissa mirrored the gesture, her eyes sparkling with a newfound interest. "Cheers." She then noted Gwen's absence from the recent Garden Party.
"A true shame, as I did wish to have a conversation with that sister of yours."
"You mean Bella?" Narcissa asked, a hint of confusion crossing her features. Gwen scrunched her nose playfully. "No, the kind one. Andromeda, what a remarkable girl she is."
A subtle shift in Narcissa's demeanor caught Gwen's attention as she nervously scraped her nails against the glass. It became evident that the rumors Gwen had heard were true. Andromeda had defied expectations and ran away to marry muggleborn Ted Tonks during the summer. This revelation explained the absence of most of the Black family at the party and the hushed whispers surrounding Andromeda's disownment.
"We should rejoin the party, shouldn't we? It would be quite rude to ignore our gracious host," Narcissa suggested, her rehearsed smile masking a hint of unease.
"Indeed, it would be," Gwen agreed, sensing the need to keep a watchful eye on the youngest Black Daughter, whom she had initially dismissed as nothing more than a beautiful, yet naive woman.
Throughout the course of the dinner party, Gwen could feel Narcissa's watchful gaze lingering, carefully disguised as politeness. It became apparent that she would have to reassess her earlier assumptions about the youngest Black Daughter. The evening promised her a year of more surprises and revelations than she had anticipated.