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[San_Katt]

Through sadness you have taught us to be one with the crowd
Unveil the sacred order, hymns of falling down
You told the greatest stories, of love and bleeding crowns
But to the sick and hungry, you cannot be found

"Slytherins do it with snakes and chains..."

Viktoria, being the ever-prepared Slytherin, unlike most of her housemates, pulled a book out of her own bag, Quidditch through the Ages was its name, and as a true lazy person would, Viktoria skipped to one of her favorite sections, which she had dog-eared on an earlier date so she would know where to come back to. Flipping open the book, revealed text-markings completely filling the margins of the pages, a mix between comical comments and factual statements, much like something a Ravenclaw would do. However, there was a single name written in perfect scroll at the top of each page that seemed out of place among the text-markings; it was the name Alwin Adler Hildegard, the name of her deceased older brother. The section was on famous beaters through the ages, and since both Alwin and Viktoria wanted to be beaters on professional teams one day, Viktoria found it only fitting that her copy have his name written in it as a famous beater. This was because even though he never played an actual game of Quidditch in his lifetime, Viktoria knew Alwin would have been great.

As Megan began to speak, Viktoria turned her head towards the other girl, looking at her with faked anger, when she compared Viktoria to a dog, for really, it came as no surprise, most people did it behind her back, and at least this one had the guts to do it to her face. However, whether that was to their advantage or not was a whole other story in itself. Viktoria then began to chuckle uncontrollably at Megan’s comment about mutts, instead of taking it offensively as most people would have. “You crack me up, you really do. However, I must say, comparing the world to dogs says something about your inner psyche, does it not?” Viktoria questioned as she calmed herself, her question as serious as could be.

Once she was finally calmed down, Viktoria swung her legs off the bench and turned to face her newfound opponent, for that is what Megan had become to her, an opponent. She was no longer a victim, for instead of letting Viktoria push her to tears or her knees, Megan actually fought back, a trait that Viktoria actually admired in people, and it was part of the reason she liked small children. They usually never gave in without a fight, but for some reason a large majority of people lost that fighting drive as they got older and society began to mold them. However, it was obvious that Megan had not, which would prove for a very eventful train ride indeed, especially if the Ravenclaw continued with the very amusing and witty banter.

When Megan commented on Viktoria’s reputation, the Slytherin could not help herself; she tipped her top hat at the other girl, a smirk adorning her face. “Why thank you Megan Crawford. I would hate to ruin such a wonderfully horrid thing such as that. I would also hate to disappoint, but you know, most Slytherins are known for disappointing anyway are we not?” she questioned as she tilted her head playfully to the side, having too much fun than she should have, considering that the female that she was talking to was Muggle born. However, unbeknownst to most, Viktoria was not as up on the pureblood mania as everyone else, especially if she found a half-blood or a Muggle born that she liked, one that challenged her, one like Megan. Her lack of pureblood mania also stretched to her love of small children, for she, unknown to her family, often spent time in the Muggle world playing with young Muggle children, or volunteering at a Muggle hospital in the children’s ward. It was these things that got her through her summers, for she had very few friends, and with her brothers and parents rarely around, she was left to her own devices. Thus, she spent her time away from the manor, with children, just playing, reliving her childhood with Alwin, except without the pain of a bludger or a bat hitting her.
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Silence the crooked holy, unchain the tied and bound
No time for allegory, one true reigning sound
Unite the lonely mourning, a simple servant now
We are the only glory, hear us screaming loud

[San_Katt]

|| Location - Great Hall || Company - Victoire Weasley || Clothes - Dress Robes ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » Raven locks hid deep emerald eyes, as one Viktoria Hildegard attempted to stay awake during her final class of the day. Victoire Weasley, eldest of Bill Weasley and Fleur Weasley nee Delacour’s children answered yet another question and Viktoria let out an inaudible groan. In truth, she rather liked her blonde housemate, though Viktoria often got tired of hearing teacher’s praise her for answering every single question she could. Viktoria hated hearing Victoire’s voice in general, especially considering she heard it in every class except for Transfiguration, for she refused to take Herbology, not just, because Victoire was in it, but because she was dreadful in the class. Sure, she was horrible in Transfigurations too, but Herbology was ten times worse.

XXXXXXXX✰ » As class ended, Viktoria raised her head from her desk and began to collect her things, watching with slight amusement as a boy approached Victoire and pointed out that there was toilet paper stuck to her shoe. The sight caused Viktoria to laugh and check her own shoes at the same time, just to make sure that she did not have anything stuck to her own shoes, which, though unlikely, could happen. Standing from her seat, Viktoria moved out of the classroom, debating whether she wanted to eat dinner first, or return to her room and change into her clothing for the ball, not that she had a date or anything like that, but she was still planning on going, just because it would be fun. She decided that she would eat dinner first, so she did not spill anything on her dress, or her formal outfit, depending on which one she decided on wearing. If she decided on the dress, which was much unlike her, she would be wearing a simplistic black, one shoulder dress. However, if she decided on just her formal attire, she would be wearing something a little more gothic in nature, and include a fedora. Either way, Viktoria was destined to look good, even if she was at the ball dateless and alone.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Entering the Great Hall, Viktoria smile widened as the smell of food entered her lungs, as she headed towards the Gryffindor table. She took a seat directly across from Victoire Weasley, not on purpose, though many of the boys seemed to think so, and began to moan about her getting one of the better seats at the table. “Oh hush, most of you have already asked her to the ball and she has turned you all down, so do not act like she hasn't,” Viktoria said, her thick German accent making her words rougher than they were intended to be. She then began t slowly fill her plate with food, from a medium sized piece of steak to vegetables, Viktoria soon had a full plate, and a full glass of pumpkin juice, which she promptly took a long swig of before diving into the rest of her meal.

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[San_Katt]

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XXXXXXXX☠ » Like all children of Ares, one Viktoria Hildegard was a true romantic at heart, once you got past the rough and tough exterior of course, so, just like everyone else, she would be attending the Masquerade Ball. She had spent many an hour pondering what she was going to wear, in secret of course, for if she had done it any other way her half-siblings would have ridiculed her from the very start. It was bad enough that she had manners, but to even think about fashion like a child of Aphrodite, well that was just plain unthinkable for a child of Ares. Therefore, unknown to her half-siblings, Viktoria had arranged her entire outfit for the masquerade, in the dead of night, and without a single idea as to how she was possibly going to get away with going to masquerade without one of her siblings finding out, but then again, she truly did not care.

XXXXXXXX☠ » It had taken her hours upon hours, but she had finally chosen upon what she was wearing, knowing first off that it would never be a dress, for oh how she loathed dresses, though she could not afford a tux, even with the money her mother sent her, so she went with something somewhat simple, yet elegant. Her shirt was black with a rose, at the center there resided a heart, small and purple; her pants were straight and black, very elegant; and her shoes were boots with the tops folded down and studs lining the outside. She topped off the look with simple Gothic accessories: a cross necklace with matching earrings, metal bands with intricate designs, a deep sapphire ring, a beaded choker, and atop her head lay a black fedora. Her mask was simplistic, nothing too fancy, in truth it matched the bracelets she was wearing rather nicely, and she had not even planned that, it just happened that way, which made Viktoria smile ever so slightly as she was getting dressed that evening for the ball.

XXXXXXXX☠ » Viktoria was running, not even fashionably late, but just plain late, mostly on purpose, but somewhat because she had taken a nap that afternoon and slept through her alarm, much like she usually did when she did not have someone yelling at her to get her rear end “up and at ‘em”, like she did practically every morning. Thus, Viktoria found herself rushing around her part of the Ares cabin, readying herself for the masquerade, the sound of laughter and people having a good time, reaching her ears. She cringed as she heard one daughter of Aphrodite remark about how the Ares cabin were most likely all in the Arena hacking it out at each other instead of getting ready for the masquerade. Though this was mostly true, it was wrong for them to assume that the children of the woman who usually had affairs with Ares to make such rude comments about his children, even if it was partially true.

XXXXXXXX☠ » Once she was finished getting ready, her hair mo longer in shambles, and her clothes looking presentable on her, Viktoria grabbed her fedora and her mask, and made her way out of the Ares cabin and towards the dining pavilion, the sound of music, laughter, and chatter growing in her ears. When she was still a good distance off, Viktoria put on her mask and fedora before proudly walking forward, straight into the dining pavilion and without a second thought, found a table near the back and took a seat. The first song had already played its course and the second song was playing, and though Viktoria knew the song, it was more of a couples’ song than one for the ‘Forever Alone’ type like herself.

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Ψou're Ŧhe Ⅎighter Ψou've Ǥot Ŧhe Ⅎire

Ŧhe ₴pirit Ѳf Λ Ϣ̣̣arrior, Ŧhe Ͽhampion's Ħeart

Ψou Ⅎight Ⅎor Ψour ₤ife Ƀecause Ŧhe Ⅎighter Иever ϱuits

Ψou ɯake Ŧhe ɯost Ѳf Ŧhe Ħand Ψou're Ðealt

Ƀecause Ŧhe ϱuitter Иever Ϣ̣̣ins

ℕΦ!

[San_Katt]

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XXXXXXXX☠ » A tall, raven-haired female, dressed in all black was on her way to the Hades cabin, her residence despite being a daughter of Thanatos, bags slung over her shoulder, when she noticed that everyone seemed to be gathering in the Dining Pavilion. Sighing, the teen made her way over and stopped by a column, not bothering to make her way over to a table, though she was welcome at both the Hades table and minor Gods table, for she had a feeling that she would not be staying very long. Whispers of an upcoming capture the flag event reached her ears, as well as the news that Dionysus had claimed one of his children, a son to be precise. The daughter of Thantos sighed once again slumping against the column that she was closest to, dropping her bags to the ground, eyes scanning the crowd for someone she could mess with or even talk with. After a while of not being at the camp, for personal reasons, the teen was in need of getting back into the swing of things.

XXXXXXXX☠ » It was then that she caught sight of a younger camper, around the age of twelve, standing in front of the Hades table. Finding this moment to be the best time to take a seat, considering it seemed that Cosmo was most likely not going to be dismissing them any time soon, and the fact that her feet were getting tired, the female made her way over to the Hades table. She dropped her bags down at the end of the table before walking over to the younger girl, who had just asked if she could sit at the Hades table. “You must be new here kiddo, because everyone knows you sit with your cabin, and all new campers who have yet to be claimed sit with the Hermes cabin, sleep with the Hermes cabin, and play Capture the Flag with the Hermes cabin. This here is the table for the Hades children, and the occasional child of Thanatos.” The teen explained as she swung her leg over the bench and took a seat, her back to the girl. The teen’s top hat slipped down over her eyes and she managed to catch it before it fell to the table, a deep smirk on her face. “However, I like the looks of you, which says something, ‘cause I do not like a lot of people, so if you want to sit, sit, just be warned, Cosmo or Dionysus may yell at you for it though with his newly claimed son, I doubt the D-Man would care, it is Cosmo I would look out for. I am Viktoria Hildegard by the way, but call me Viktor.” The teen said as she looked over her shoulder at the girl, wondering if she would take a seat or move on her way to the Hermes table.

XXXXXXXX☠ » However, before the girl could even respond a large popping rung out through the dining pavilion and Viktoria turned towards the fire, just to see a giant demon rising out of it. Soon she was stuck in a panic, not a visible, outer panic, but one inside, one that would likely be the death of her if she were not careful. Images of death and spirits rose up around her, unbeknownst t everyone else, and all she could hear was screaming, first her mother, then her grandparents, and even the screams of people she was close to at camp. It all rang through her ears, and she covered her ears in an attempt to drown it out, but the noise only got louder the longer she starred at the beast. However, whenever she tried to look away she could not, it was as if her eyes were frozen on that demon, unblinking, unmoving, an unfortunately, it also seemed as if her body was that exact same way. It would not matter anyway for she had no hands to reach for her weapons, still using them to cover her ears in an attempt to drown out the screaming both in her head and now out of it as panic erupted in the pavilion.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Halloween Festival || Company - Sven, Twigface || Clothes - Costume ||

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XXXXXXXX☠ » It was time for the Halloween Festival, and all the seventh year Slytherin known as Viktoria Alexandria Hildegard, or Viktor, knew, was that it was most likely going to be a complete and total bore. She went anyway, however, just to see. As she walked along the rows of booths set up for the festival, Viktoria could not help but sigh, her steampunk costume male in origin, and yet oddly fitting to her sense of style, was out of place among the bright costumes of her peers. Though this normally would not bother her, being the outcast, especially on a holiday that was designed to make people look foolish, she just found it odd that so many of her peers, even the pureblooded ones had gone with the classic Muggle costume. Now, despite being a pureblooded Slytherin, Viktoria really had no objection to the Muggle culture, she actually found it rather interesting, when she was studying it first hand, but not while in class, that was when she played the part of the Slytherin that hated Muggles. When in truth she could not get enough of their culture, even if she did find their lives rather mundane and boring at times.

XXXXXXXX☠ » Moving towards the pumpkin carving station, Viktoria first came across one Professor Ozwald, remarking how his pumpkin looked like ‘his Elizabeth’ whoever that was, she assumed it was his sword, considering what she knew of the teacher. Walking past him, silent eyes making harsh judgments of each pumpkin she passed, that was until she reached the pumpkins of a banana and a ghoul, two of her fellow Slytherin, for she remembered seeing them in the commons earlier that night. She knew the banana to be Sven, and the ghoul to be a boy everyone called Twigface, because apparently that was his last name, though the seventh year could truly care less, the only younger students she ever cared about were those on the Quidditch team, and that was only for the duration of the season. Thus, it explained her lack of knowledge about who was who, even if they were in the same house.

XXXXXXXX☠ » “Sven, Twigface, what do we have here? Two oddly carved pumpkins by the looks of it. Now, I must also ask what is with your costumes, a giant banana and a Muggle interpretation of a ghost. Now really, you boys could not have been any less boring,” Viktoria commented as she looked upon the two boys and their pumpkins, finding Sven’s to be rather ridiculous looking, while Twigface’s to be out of character for a Slytherin, and rather poorly carved as well. “I really should show you boys how to carve a pumpkin sometime, however, I would prefer not to get my new clothing dirty, I am rather fond of this outfit, it suits me well, don’t you think?” she said as she took a seat in front of a pumpkin. She then pulled out her wand and with a flick, conjured an apron that matched her outfit rather nicely. Putting it on, she removed her gloves and stuffed them into her pocket before grabbing the nearest knife and beginning to cut into the pumpkin.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Ravenclaw Common Room || Company - Fiona || Clothes - Coming Soon ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » It was morning, the sun was peeking through the curtains of the Ravenclaw dormitory, and while many moans erupted through the dormitory, one moan in particular was louder and almost angrier than the rest. The groan belonged to none other than Viktoria Alexandria Hildegard, or Vik for short. Her short, pink and blonde head of hair slowly began to show itself from beneath the deep navy sheets, an odd clash of colors, but the seventh year could truly care less. Slowly she fully untangled herself from her sheets and stepped out of bed, revealing that she was wearing black pajamas with bronze designs on them, a half-tribute to Ravenclaw House. She dug quietly through her trunk for a set of dress robes, and once she found them, headed towards the showers, leaving the door cracked ever so lightly.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Once she was out of the shower and fully dressed, Viktoria headed out of the showers and back over to her bed. She was a half-blood who lived in the Muggle world most of the summer, so to return to Hogwarts every year was a thrill, it also meant that she experienced Muggle things, such as colored hair dye, which explained why her normal blonde locks were currently partially pink. Viktoria quickly made her bed and grabbed her messenger bag, before heading down the stairs into the common room.

XXXXXXXX✰ » On her way through the common room Viktoria just happened to notice Fiona, or rather Fi, a sixth year, sitting there doing work. Viktoria knew the girl was rather studious, always doing homework, reading a book, or writing, even at meals, it just made the older girl wonder if the younger girl ever had any fun. With a devious smile, Viktoria crept up behind Fiona and looked over her shoulder, curious as to what exactly she was doing. Seeing that it was indeed a school assignment caused Viktoria to groan. “Do you ever have fun Fiona?” The seventh year asked annoyance in her voice, German accent making it sound rougher than she meant it to be. For a Ravenclaw, Viktoria was rather free-spirited, dark, and almost gloomy, almost like those in Slytherin. In truth, she almost entered Slytherin house, but the Sorting Hat decided against it at the last minute, her smarts winning over the traumatic part of her life that made her the way she was.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Ravenclaw Common Room || Company - Fiona || Clothes - Coming Soon ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » Viktoria watched in amusement as Fiona jumped, only to furrow her brows when the younger girl said that she had her own sort of fun, and making a rhyme to boot. Watching the younger girl for a moment, Viktoria placed a hand on her hip and tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Oh really now, what sort of fun do you have?” Viktoria questioned, her thick German accent coming through like nothing else.

XXXXXXXX✰ » To Viktoria fun was pulling harmless pranks, chatting with Peeves, playing Quidditch, and singing, not that she would ever admit to the latter of course. She did not however consider doing schoolwork, reading, or writing fun, unless she was writing music, or making potions to prank people. However, Viktoria had not gotten to pull a prank or chat with peeves in ages, since the end of her fifth year at Hogwarts, because of the war and all.

XXXXXXXX✰ » The war had taken almost everything from her, starting with her older brother the year before she was to start Hogwarts and ending with the security that she used to feel at Hogwarts. Now all she felt was insecure, rebellious, and almost scared of what was to come. Viktoria knew what it was like to feel pain, to feel sorrow, but she also knew what it was like to feel vengeance, and when she heard that the Dark Lord was dead, she rejoiced quietly that day, because her she had avenged her brother by taking part in the war. However, after that day she closed herself off from the world, began dying her hair pink, and chopped most of it off, considering most of it had caught fire during the Battle of Hogwarts anyway, causing it to burn badly.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Snapping out of the memory, Viktoria slouched, tired of keeping up the act, it was just too early in the morning. Sure, she would put on a brave face and joke around with her mates as if nothing was wrong inside her, as if she did not awake almost every night sweating because of nightmares of the Battle of Hogwarts, but at that particular moment, she just could not find the energy. Her heart was aching, her body was in pain, and she knew that it was both because of the memory, and because of the wounds that were still taking their dear sweet time to heal.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Ravenclaw Common Room || Company - Fiona || Clothes - Coming Soon ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » It hurt, the words the girl spoke, they hurt. To hear her say that she only found fun in doing things that no child, no teenager, should ever have to do, it hurt Viktoria and the older girl found she wrapped her arms around herself to stop the shaking that was beginning to start. Viktoria thought that maybe the younger girl, who she knew had a knack for animals, would have found peace in the magical creatures that lived on school grounds. Besides, after what had gone on, most students did not care if the Forbidden Forest was off limits, Viktoria certainly did not, though she had not cared hat much that it was off limits before her sixth year anyway.

XXXXXXXX✰ » When Fiona compared Viktoria’s pranks to Voldemort, Viktoria began to rock herself on the balls of her feet, fear and anger rising up within her. Sure, she knew that the younger girl did not mean anything hurtful by it, but it still hurt, everything seemed to her Viktoria these days, no matter how well she tried to play it off. It was not always physical pain either, though that was the most common form of hurt Viktoria felt, but mental pain, that came in nightmares, or jokes, or even simple phrases said by others, they all seemed to hurt Viktoria in some way, shape, or form.

XXXXXXXX✰ » After a small silence, Viktoria stopped rocking and looked down at the ground, just as the first tear began to fall. “I have not pulled a prank in over a year, have not even talked to Peeves, and yet you bring up Voldemort, you bring up the man who took so much from so many, and you compare my pranks to him! I have never once hurt someone with my pranks, not once! Yet you seem to think that you can compare me to him! Well you are wrong, because I know what it is like to love, I know what it is like to feel true pain at the loss of a loved one, and I know what it is like to live life knowing that I could easily be dead the next day! So do not compare me to that snake!” Viktoria screamed, her German accent making her words seem rough and brutal, but Viktoria did not care, the tears were streaming down her face, and yet there was a fire in her eyes; the same fire that had ignited the night of the Battle for Hogwarts. However, it quickly died away and her body went limp as she fell to her knees, the tars over taking her.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Once the crying had subsided, Viktoria looked up at Fiona and sighed, knowing that everything she had said was likely overreacting, and yet she could not find it in herself to say sorry, not yet anyway. Viktoria was a stubborn person, even when she was in the wrong and knew she needed to make things right, she could not bring herself to do so. Another sigh escaped her lips as she stood to her feet, arms still wrapped tight around her abdomen, it would take a strong dose of Dreamless Sleeping Drought to get her to sleep that night, too many memories brought to the surface. However, not all of them were bad, for instance, a memory of tossing Muggle water balloons at her fellow schoolmates from a broom one spring afternoon during her fourth year, came back to her as well, the sound of laughter quickly filling her head, before she realized that it was her that was laughing. She quickly slammed her mouth shut and tentatively wiped at her eyes with the back of one of her hands. Viktoria then turned her attention back to Fiona, wondering what the younger girl thought of her, especially now that she had yelled at her.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Ravenclaw Common Room > Court Yard || Company - Fiona > No One || Clothes - Coming Soon ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » Viktoria practically collapsed into Fiona’s arms, barely hearing the words that the other girl said, for the thoughts in her head were racing so fast, many of which were frightening to her. ‘I just screamed at her for no reason, and yet here she is hugging me. What am I supposed to do? Do I hug back? Do I back away? What do I do?’ Viktoria thought, as she looked Fiona in the face. “I overreacted, I truly did, and for that I am sorry. However, I thank you, for, this, whatever this is.” She said in a quiet voice, barely audible as sounds from above began to come down the stairs. “Yeah, maybe one day we will, but for now, let’s not give the others any ideas, for it is already rumored that I like girls, and I would hate to drag you into that.” Viktoria said as she stepped out of Fiona’s arms. As the first of the other girls began to descend the stairs, Viktoria gave a light smile and began to walk towards the exit of the common room, throwing a wave over her shoulder.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Once Viktoria was out of the common room, she began to descend the stairs that led to the Great Hall, having to avoid parts of the stairs that were still in need of repair on her way down. Everyone had thought that Professor McGonagall was going to keep Hogwarts closed for the repairs, but she had reopened it, saying that no student needed to wait a year to start, or continue their schooling, even if repairs still needed to be completed.

XXXXXXXX✰ » As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Viktoria contemplated going into the Great Hall, however she decided that after everything that had happened that morning that she would just go outside, catch some fresh air. Therefore, with a small sprint, Viktoria made her way through the front doors and into the courtyard. It was still in shambles, but the benches back in once piece and a lot of the debris was gone, making it safe for students to hang out. Taking a seat on one of the larger, flatter pieces of debris, instead of a bench, Viktoria began to hum lightly to herself, though the urge to sing quickly rose, and she soon found herself singing a song that her parents use to sing to her when she was a child.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Court Yard > Great Hall || Company - No One || Clothes - Robes ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » After singing the song and another, Viktoria found that she was looking all around her, at the shambles that the courtyard was in, and then down at herself, her body aching, and her mind racing. She had helped in the destruction of her favorite place, sure, she had been trying to protect it, and herself, but she had still been a force in destroying it. A single tear cascaded down her cheek and fell to the ground at her feet, she had been doing that a lot lately, crying, and thinking, it was getting in the way of her studies. She had meant to do a lot of reading over the summer, in preparation for her N.E.W.Ts, even though the Minister of Magic had said that anyone who had fought in the war need not take their N.E.W.Ts to become an Auror, she still wanted to complete her years at Hogwarts. If not only to prove, she could overcome the scars that the war had given her. However, she had gotten no reading done, finding herself too caught up in being a child again, on request of her mother, and the fact that after the Battle of Hogwarts she had been cooped up in bed for weeks on end trying to recover, the gashes and burns making obvious scars on her arms, legs, and torso. Then, once she could move without as much pain, she found herself playing games and acting like a teenager again, something she had not done since the end of her fifth year. It felt good to her, and she enjoyed herself, even if she did not get work done.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Viktoria continued to sit on that piece of rubble for a while, just thinking about everything that had transpired over the past year or so, and about all the pain and suffering that those around her, as well as her own self, had felt. Eventually she stood and made her way back inside, eyes glued to the ground, memories of the Battle of Hogwarts threatening to bring tears to her eyes. It had been one thing when she rode the carriages to the school and everyone was speaking of the Thestrals, or at least everyone who had fought in the war was, and she could just laugh it off, because she had been seeing them since before she could even ride on the carriages. For you see, she had witness her own brothers death, unknown to anyone and everyone. It was her secret to keep, and it would remain that way until she went through the veil herself.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Before she entered the Great Hall, Viktoria raised her head high, and began to walk with dignity, despite the fact that it caused the scars on her back to seer with pain. She walked inside and headed straight for the Ravenclaw table, which was practically fully by the time she got there, however there was a seat near the end and she gladly took it, eyes scanning the crowds at the other tables, her eyes finally resting on a girl named Rain, from Gryffindor. The girl was a year younger than she was, but they had fought in the Battle of Hogwarts together, well sort of. Rain had helped with the injured and Viktoria had often found herself taking the injured to the younger girl, even after she was injured. Viktoria had a respect, possibly even a liking for the younger girl, though she would never admit this to anyone, for like her singing and watching her brother’s death, it was her secret to keep.

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[San_Katt]

|| Location - Halls > Court Yard > Infirmary || Company - A Lot Of People || Clothes - Robes ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » All Hell seemed to break lose at Hogwarts, and Viktoria found herself ushering students to their dorm rooms and all around monitoring the halls, even though she wanted to be out on the grounds, fighting whatever it was that was so dark and evil that it frightened the Headmistress so much. Of course, the Headmistress tried not to show this, but Viktoria could see it in the older woman’s eyes, the same look she had seen in the eyes of the late Professor Dumbledore many times before.

XXXXXXXX✰ » When Reenie or Travers as many called her, ran by calling for all beaters, Viktoria quickly went the opposite direction of the girl and headed out to the front of the school, just in time to see the last of the beaters head into the sky. “Accio broom! Accio club!” the pink haired teen yelled and the objects zoomed into her hands. She quickly mounted her broom and launched herself into the sky, quickly hitting a bludger with all her might, a twisted smile creeping upon her face. There was a new fire in her gut and it was making her seek vengeance, especially as she watched the bludger fly faster than usual, a streaking ball of brown-ish red light towards the darkness. However, it came back with almost twice as much force, straight at her unused arm, almost tearing it from the socket, and obviously shattering the bones into tiny little pieces, many of which began to stick out of her skin as she was sent hurtling backwards, tumbling through the air. She had not been the only one to receive this fate, though many of the others had seen it coming and took the hit on the broom instead of the body, or hit it back.

XXXXXXXX✰ » After tumbling backwards for a while, the bleeding beginning to get heavy, Viktoria, like many others, guided their brooms to the ground. Viktoria handed her broom off to someone who had lost his or her own broom, and then began at a run towards the infirmary, trying hard not to cry from both pain and embarrassment. She had quicker reflexes than most, but when she saw that bludger coming at her she practically froze up, afraid for her life, yet not able to maneuver quick enough to hit it. She clutched her club tighter and increased her pace, a trail of blood following behind her.

XXXXXXXX✰ » When she reached the infirmary, she found it swamped with people, but she quickly spotted Rain tending to Travers and a smile crossed her face, because if it took some dark force to get the houses working together again, then so be it, it may also be because she was becoming slightly delusional from loss of blood and pain. She walked over to the bed next to Travers which happened to be empty and took a seat, her eyes watching Rain for awhile, before the pain in her arm became too much and she had to lay back and screw her eyes shut to keep the tears from flowing.

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[San_Katt]

✦✰✧ Lucy Quinn Fabray ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me:: Street Corner > Rachel's Car
So You Found Me:: Rachel
Out-Of-Crimson:: {Music in Top GIF, Outfit in Bottom GIF}

Quinn stood there at the corner, under the nearest lamp, her pink hair falling into her face as she looked down at her phone. She had remained in the chat despite the absence of Rachel, because she really did enjoy the whole “talking to other people thing,” even if it meant keeping up an act that was, but was not her. As she looked over Mike Chang’s final question, she could not help the scowl that formed on her face, and it only became worse as she read what Puck had to say to her. What she had told Mike had been the truth, who she was now, the girl with pink hair, somewhat bad attitude, and the black clothes, made her feel like she actually knew who she was, felt as if she had control. For the past three years she had strived to be the “perfect daughter” that her father wanted, but once she got pregnant and he kicked her out of the house, that all changed, or so she thought. Even once, she came back and Russell Fabray was no longer in her life she was still striving to be perfect. However, that summer between Junior and Senior year, when she found herself at her lowest, she knew that striving to be perfect was useless, and just decided to rebel, she figured it was not as if her mother could do anything, that she had not already done before. Sure, the house got quieter the day she came home with pink hair, a completely new wardrobe, and a look in her eyes that said, “Say anything and it will not matter.” Her mother simply accepted it in silence and the two went on their separate ways, avoiding talking to each other about things that actually mattered, like why Quinn was doing what she was doing, and Quinn was actually grateful, because she was not entirely sure herself. For the short period of time that Quinn dyed her hair back blonde, her mother became more animated talking to her about school and about friends, but once the pink returned, well, she quickly shut back up.

Quinn was about to reply to both Puck and Mike when Rachel pulled up, only slightly startling her, though she hid it well. Her eyes glanced up from her phone, watching with a secret desire, as Rachel texted away on her phone. Approaching the car just as the response reached the chat room, Quinn was thoroughly surprised to see Rachel’s response directed at Puck. Her scowl lightened as she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, still holding the unlit cigarette between her fingers. She had been meaning to light the cigarette for a while, but when she planned the dinner date with Rachel, it went unlit and forgotten in her hand. She pulled out a half empty pack from the back pocket of her black shorts, which seemed much too short on her long, toned legs, and they were tight too, but in a good way, like a good pair of skinny jeans, but much shorter. She placed her phone in the front pocket of her jeans, half of it sticking out, before finally closing the door to Rachel’s car.

Looking over at the petite brunette woman, Quinn could not help but admire her sense of style; even if she herself would not wear anything Rachel wore on a regular basis. Sure, Quinn use to wear sundresses, and cardigans, and skirts that were a color other than black, but never did she wear argyle or sweaters with animals, though Rachel had seemed to lose the latter as their years in high school dragged on. ‘Probably got tired of being teased for the sweaters,’ Quinn thought as she admired Rachel some more, taking in how the different blues really brought out the other woman’s eyes. ‘Things I’ve done to not deserve this; picked on her, called her names, yelled at her, called her even more names, gave her multiple slushy facials, that drawing of her in the bathroom, and so much more, so why is she being so kind to me? I guess for her the past is just that, the past. So why can I not let it go? Because you love her you idiot, that is why!’ Quinn thought, still looking at Rachel, her hazel eyes glazing over ever so slightly as she slipped into thought.

[San_Katt]

↓We are the in between
Cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning
On this world we're torn

Ͼ⇒atrina Λ⇒emilia Ǥ⇒race

Catrina Aemilia Grace, twin sister to one Chloe Annabelle Grace, stalked onto the Hogwarts Express after taking an, alternate, route to Platform 9 ¾ that morning, as to avoid the conversations between her sister and the girl’s best friend, a Gryffindor by the name of Samuel. She hated the pair with a passion, and it was not because Samuel was a Gryffindor, because on his own he was an all right guy and amazing Quidditch player, however whenever he got with her sister, he became someone else, while still remaining himself, like all guys, and some girls, did around Chloe. It was aggravating that such a girl was a Slytherin, even if she was Catrina’s own flesh and blood. Chloe, though cunning, was too nice to people, hated pranks that hurt others, and was somewhat of a goody-two-shoes in Catrina’s opinion, as well as most of Slytherin house. The two were polar opposites, their similar features, as well as their cunning nature was where the similarities stopped, and the differences began. To begin with, Catrina was sadistic, a jerk, and could care less about school as long as she was passing, unlike her sister who cared so much about her grades that it was a little scary how much like a Ravenclaw she was.

A sigh escaped ruby lips, hazel eyes glaring at anyone and everyone that dare look her in the face, as her knee high combat boots made an odd noise against the floor of the train. Hearing the gasps and odd remarks about her looks from the first years was one of Catrina’s favorite sounds, and one of her favorite sights was the terrified looks on their faces. However, a few brave ones dared to glare back, and in that moment she knew which were to be Slytherins. This thought made her smirk. She quickly banished it to the nether realms of her mind, where it would be lost for all of eternity, and her face returned to a scowl. She passed many a compartment, yet none of them satisfied her need, a need for privacy, a need to get away from the world of annoyances and idiots, and the like. As she walked, her pace measured and slow, she passed by a compartment containing Scorpius Malfoy, his little sister who’s name she could never remember, because why remember someone who broke the family tradition, and Isabella, two of which were her acquaintances, the youngest, was probably just there to speak with her older brother. However, she continued on her way towards the back of the train, passing by the compartment that held her twin and Samuel, as well as a girl by the name of Chance, and of course, crazy Molly Weasley, because no odd party is complete without a Weasley. Catrina snickered at this thought, though continued walking, only to find that there were no more empty compartments left, her detour on her way to the platform had taken her too long. ‘I really must learn to keep things in my pants if I am ever going to make it through this year.’ Catrina thought with a sigh, turning around and heading back towards the compartment that contained her twin.

Upon arriving at the compartment, she could not help but notice the laughter and all around airy feel that the compartment had, something that the pink-haired Slytherin had to admit made her sick. However, she opened the compartment door anyway and stood there, looking over the crowd that was inside. There was a seat by the window still open and she quickly sauntered past the entire group and took it for herself, because if she did get the urge to smoke on the train ride, she would need the window to let the smoke out of the compartment. It was a Muggle habit, smoking, and most considered it disgusting. However, the pureblooded girl had gotten a taste of it on one of her late night excursions into the Muggle world, when a girl she snogged tasted of something that she rather liked, and that thing was tobacco. The girl handed her, Catrina her last cigarette in the pack and lit it for her, and before Catrina knew it, she had become hooked.
OOC::

"Slytherins do it with snakes and chains..."

Follow the morning star
A land where darkness failed
The passion left unholy
Now you found yourself↑

[San_Katt]

|| Location - Infirmary > Ravenclaw Dorms > Great Hall || Company - Rain And A Lot Of Other People || Clothes - Regular Clothes, More Or Less ||

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XXXXXXXX✰ » Rain’s words reached Viktoria’s ears and she tried to smile, though it simply fell from her face a moment later. There was no happiness in her body, and even her friend’s comforting words did not bring her joy. In truth, they only made her feel worse for some reason; however, she tried not to show this as she shifted to the edge of the bed, her feet hitting the floor with a light ‘click’. “Yeah, breakfast would be good, though I definitely need to change out of these clothes, and take a shower, I will see you down in the Great Hall.” Viktoria then stood, wavering slightly on her feet before heading out of the infirmary and towards the Ravenclaw tower.

XXXXXXXX✰ » She whispered the password to the portrait and entered, her shoulders sagging and her body working on autopilot as she moved up to the seventh year’s dorms. Viktoria’s thoughts distracted her so much that she did not notice the absence of many of the trunks belonging to her dorm mates. As she made her way to the shower, a Muggle outfit in hand instead of her school robes, knowing that most would not care about the dress code after what had happened the night before, she finally took notice of how empty the dorm room actually was. She sighed ever so slightly before heading into the showers, hoping in before the water even got warm, as if trying to wash the memories that were running through her mind away.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Once she was out of the shower and fully dressed, Viktoria headed out of the dorms and down into the common room, looking around at all the sad faces of those that had decided to skip breakfast, or had already returned. She sighed and left the common room, walking a slow, measured pace, towards the Great Hall. Many students passed her, trunks in hand and sadness etched into their faces. This did not affect Viktoria, as she continued on her way, eventually making it to the Great Hall.

XXXXXXXX✰ » Before she entered she looked around at the rumble that surrounded her in the foyer, the blood stained floor, the trail leading up the stairs from outside, which Viktoria knew as her own blood, and the faces of the students just standing in the foyer, awaiting instructions. A sigh escaped her lips once again before she made her way inside, the sight before her taking her completely by surprise. There were students in Muggle clothing all around, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws sitting at the Gryffindor table, as well as the occasional Slytherin at the Ravenclaw table. Spotting Rain within a group near the Gryffindor table, Viktoria headed over, good hand stuffed into her pocket, gripped tightly around her wand, just in case. An owl fluttered over and landed on her shoulder, dropping a letter into her sling, and she looked down at it. Removing her good hand from her pocket she picked up the letter and using the fingers on her bad arm, as well as her teeth, opened the letter. It was a letter from her parents, telling her that they were worried for her and that if she wanted to return home she was welcome to, but that she did not have to. A frown crossed her face as she stuck the letter in her back pocket, handed the owl a piece of bacon, and finished making her way over to Rain.

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[San_Katt]

↓We are the in between
Cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning
On this world we're torn

Ͼ⇒atrina Λ⇒emilia Ǥ⇒race

Catrina listened to the others speak of their summers, and of her sister getting “lost” in Germany, which made her snicker, because whether either of them really wanted to admit it, their taste for ”dating” Muggles, even if Catrina never actually dated them, was one of the few things they shared. Of course, Catrina had her own reasons for associating with Muggles, they got her cigarettes and she let them use her body as they pleased, it was as simple yet complex as that. She would have told about her own summer, but she figured the others would not truly care what the Slytherin girl had to say, because, considering the lot of them hated Slytherins, except for her sister, who really could only be considered a Slytherin when she wanted to be, it would just be awkward. Besides, Catrina had most likely insulted, pulled a prank, or laughed at every single one of them, including Samuel, over their time at Hogwarts together, so really, to even be in a compartment with them was simply because they did not wish to offend Chloe.

Over the sound in the compartment, Catrina could have sworn she heard a familiar voice speaking Japanese. It was only a few words, and the rest of it was English; but when she heard the name ‘Kuro’ faintly reach her ears she knew exactly who it was. “I believe that one of my friends is trying to find a compartment, and since it is obvious that I am not truly wanted here, I shall go join him.” Catrina stood as she said this and made her way out of the crowded compartment and into the aisle, shutting the door behind her. For a few moments she simply leaned against the compartment door and breathed, tripping a first year on their way back to a compartment, making her laugh, which only got her glared from the older, non-Slytherins that were in the aisle way.

After a few more moments she finally moved off the door with a light kick, and headed off towards the direction, she knew the Japanese male to be moving. When she came up near him she noticed right away that the compartment only held two people, both blondes, and since the Japanese male was not trying to kick them out of the compartment, they were Slytherins, meaning they were most likely Scorpius and Isolde. This did not exactly bother Catrina; it was actually a relief, even if she did have to hear about Scorpius whenever she and her sister were alone together, because it was better to be around Scorpius, than be around a group of miss-matched people. Besides, the cute little cat known as Kuro was there, and that made everything better, because the two “Cats” always seemed to get along, at least in Catrina’s opinion.

Walking closer she began to speak, not to the boy, or to those inside the cabin, but to Kuro, because really, the cat was more her friend than anything, even if Catrina and his owner, Mokuba were close. “Good morning Kuro, how was your nap from which you were ever so rudely awakened?” Catrina smirked as she awaited the cat’s reply, knowing that if she could speak cat it would be something along the lines of “Oh, it was lovely, but did you really have to go and stir me from my slumber? He already did that as you know.” The thought made Catrina chuckle as she walked up besides Mokuba, not yet reaching a hand out to pet Kuro, just in case he decided to be hostile that particular morning.

OOC::

"Slytherins do it with snakes and chains..."

Follow the morning star
A land where darkness failed
The passion left unholy
Now you found yourself↑