𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎
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What were you thinking, Amelia?! Getting yourself into such a fight."
My father was shouting at me, his voice echoing through the entire office of Madam Maxime, the headmistress of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where we were waiting.
"Dad, she insulted me and our family! I just wanted to show her what she deserved…" I said defensively.
"And look what you got in return! You've humiliated us and dishonored our reputation!" my father kept yelling.
At that moment, Madam Maxime walked into the room and fixed her gaze on me.
"Please, sit down," she said, walking around her desk to sit in her tall chair.
I glanced at my father as I sat down—he didn't even look at me.
"I'm sure you are aware of the punishment Amelia will receive for such a serious violation of school rules," she said calmly. I clenched my jaw, waiting for her to finally say it.
"Amelia, I’m afraid I’ll have to expel you..."
I shot a look at my father and leaned back into the chair. I could tell he was furious on the inside, but on the outside, he had to maintain our composed, proud image.
My palms began to sweat.
What am I going to do now?
Will I have to transfer to another school—or will I not be able to finish my magical education at all?
"I am sending an owl to the Headmaster of Hogwarts. You’ll continue your schooling there."
I turned from my father to Madam Maxime.
"Hogwarts?" I asked, surprised.
The tall headmistress gave me a small nod and stood up. Her towering figure even overshadowed my father, who also rose from his seat.
The shock I was feeling lingered a little longer before I gathered myself and stood as well.
Madam Maxime shook my father's hand and opened the door for us to leave her office.
Alongside my frustration, a wave of anger washed over me.
I didn’t even do anything that bad.
That other girl got involved in the duel too—and she’s not getting punished at all?
The thin scar that appeared on my upper lip as a result of the duel would never fade—and it was her fault.
I left the office without saying goodbye.
In the long marble hallway, the only sounds were the click of my slightly heeled shoes and the tap of my father's cane.
I tried to stomp just a little harder, so the echoes would reach all the way back to the office.
I know, it’s childish—but honestly, I don’t care right now.
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For those who want more background:
Amelia Rosier is the daughter of Evan Rosier, a Death Eater and supporter of Voldemort. Her mother is French, which is why she had been studying at Beauxbatons until now.
The Rosier family has been pure-blood for many generations.
Thank you for reading 🩷 I hope you enjoyed the first part (the prologue)!
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