Wand Appearance: smooth ebony black with a small steel sharp spike at the bottom end. Sometimes applies poisons to it
Animagus: Hooded Pitohui (bird)
Misc Magical Abilities: Apparition, Animagus
Boggart Form: Her by her father’s side, being exactly how he wants her to be
Riddikulus Form: idk yet
Amortentia: Roses, her mother’s perfume, potion ingredients, a dusty manor, chalk
Patronus: Scorpion?
Patronus Memory: A sunny day in the country. A young Lou picking wild roses and giving them to her mother. They are on a picnic.
Mirror of Erised: She sees her mother and her happy together, but no sign of her father.
Special Skills: Dueling, Boxing, Silver tongue, knowledge of potions and poisons, can speak Latin, skilled in stealth & apparition
Appearance
Faceclaim: Hannah Kleit
Game Appearance: N/A
Height: 5’7”
Physique: Slim but very fit and strong
Eye Colour: Light seafoam green
Hair Colour: Ebony (Natural hair is platinum blonde)
Skin Tone: Fair/tanned
Hair style: Chin length, slightly wavy
Scarring: Acid scars on one hand from an accident as a child
Inventory: Wand, glass vials, some bezoars, misc potion ingredients, schoolbooks, a rose necklace from her mom she keeps hidden, drumsticks
Hogwarts Information
House: Slytherin
Quidditch: Experience as Chaser and Beater
Extra Curricular: Boxing, Potion club, Dueling club
Favourite Professors: Snape (even though she hates him she still learns a lot from him), Mcgonagall
Least Favourite Professors: n/a
Best Subjects: Potions, COMC, Herbology, DADA, History of Magic
Career:
-Assassin Unspeakable (1991-1997)
-Spy and Assassin for the Phoenix Resistance (1997-1998)
-Potioneer (1998-)
Affiliations:
-House of Yaxley (Paternal)
-House of Avery (Maternal)
-Sacred Twenty Eight
-Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
-Slytherin Quidditch Team
-Order of Phoenix
-Phoenix Resistance
Relationships
Father: Corban Yaxley
-Death eater
-Pureblood supremacist
-Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement during Voldemort’s control of the ministry (1997-1998)
-Thinks Eloise is his little precious girl but is also strict with her. She must be smart and grow up to take after him and become a death eater. She can’t embarrass him in front of the other death eaters and Voldemort.
-“Haughty, blunt, and domineering, Corban Yaxley was a proud, ambitious man with little patience for the feelings and the problems of others, instead choosing to devote his energies towards the fulfilment of the Dark Lord's plans”-HP Wiki
Mother: Antoinette “Annie” Avery
-Sister of Gerald Avery who was the best friend of Severus Snape
-Also sister of Garrett Avery (@thecursedvaultchild)
-Secretly helped Muggle-Borns during the First Wizarding War
-Is in a long term coma in St Mungos
Love Interest: idk yet
Best Friends:
Azariah Steele @cursebreakerfarrier
Garrett Avery @thecursedvaultchild
Dormmates:
Cassie @sunrisewitchmain
Jules @cursebreakerfarrier
Summer @thecursedvaultchild
Rival: Her father, death eaters, Voldemort
Background/History
Eloise was born on August 20th, 1973 to Corban and Antoinette Yaxley. Their marriage was somewhat an arranged one to keep their families Pureblood. Growing up, her father would call her his little princess and set high expectations for how she should look and act. She started her studies very early and was expected to do well. Corban would use his pocket watch to time her. During the first Wizarding war his behavior got worse. He wanted to impress Voldemort and the other death eaters with “how smart and capable” his daughter was. It was expected of her to follow in his footsteps and join the death eaters. Her mother Annie was a safe refuge from her father and she spent as much time as possible with her. One day when Lou was 8, her mother was attacked and she slipped into a coma. A few months later, the war ended. Her father pleaded that he was under the imperius curse and was let go. Lou knew for certain that was a lie and knew just how cunning her father was. Every week she would sneak out of the house and go bring roses to her mother in the hospital. Her father never visited. In the coming years before and during Hogwarts, she made it her mission to break out of the mold her father was setting for her and to rebel in any way. She started taking secret boxing lessons and developed a silver tongue to lie to her father and get away with it. She would not end up like her father.
Personality
-Cunning
-Sarcastic
-Rebellious
-Perceptive
-Hates being told what to do
-Loyal to those she trusts
-Can be rude or blunt
-Prefers to be alone
-Keeps her past hidden and isn’t one to share
-Very intelligent from starting studies early as a child
Misc
-Has personally met the dark lord as a little girl
-Loves working with acids and poisons. Sometimes studies animals with poisons to harness it.
-Starts a rock band in school with Azariah
-Finds out that her father was the one that attacked her mom because he found out she was helping the Muggleborns and didn’t want it getting out and ruining his reputation
-Her goal is to assassinate as many death eaters as she can including her father.
-Corban Yaxley is subdued by George Weasley and Lee Jordan in the Battle of Hogwarts and is locked up. She breaks into his cell but ultimately decides life in Azkaban is worse than escaping punishment in death.
-After the war she retires as an Assassin and opens up a potion shop. She becomes the Head of the Yaxley house and spends her time reforming the families reputation from being pureblood supremacists into something she can be proud of.
Here we have some chibis, fresh out of the oven! Still getting used to digital art again, so I thought I'd go easy by doing some chibis. 😊 Super cute!
Left to right: Summer Charn (mine), Garrett Avery (mine), Rebecca Lord (@cursed-ice-spirits)
Idk how many more of these I'll do, but it's fun. And here's my first time ever drawing Ave lol. I'll probably get around to a proper reference soon. Enjoy!
When one turns 17, a young pureblood of a noble house will be eased into society through a party held by the Head. Rebecca Lord is no exception.... but perhaps, she has something up her sleeve.
The first of the guests trickled in and already Rebecca buzzed with unrestrained energy.
Standing still for so long without something to fidget with has always been an issue. All she’s been able to do is curtsey to any purebloods who came through, shake their hands, maybe let the young men and Heads kiss her hand, and wave at them as they come in. It’s been the most physical contact she had with strangers in one night and it’s far more than what she’s comfortable with.
Her hands twitched as she nodded another guest in, but one look at her uncle’s glare had her gritting her teeth and curling her hands into fists to try to still them. This is revenge for that warning, she told herself, taking deep breaths so she won’t lash out at him. He's a petty bastard and I’m not apologizing.
But by god, that is hard.
“Rebecca!”
A sharp tap prodded the back of her head. She sent a quick scowl at her uncle, before realizing it wasn’t her uncle who called out her name, and looked to see who it is, because if someone’s calling out her first name explicitly, then it must be a friend.
Two friends actually. Aleksia Aries and Aisling Baskerville strolled eagerly up, warm smiles on their faces as they waved, their parents trailing behind them.
Aleksia was dressed in blue, a deep royal blue that suited her perfectly. It’s made out of floral lace from the texture, creating an interesting layer. It has a V-neck with spaghetti straps. The back of the skirt skims her ankles, while the front merely covers her knees, and is cut in an A-line style. She had smokey eye makeup, with gold and silver mixed in, and her hair was loose, with several smaller parts sectioned off to twist into braids.
Aisling’s dress is one of red and reaches down to her ankles, and the top is of floral lace as well, with butterfly sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The lower half had black lace layered over it, matching her heels, with vines and flowers covering the dress. At a closer look, the flowers were glittering roses, with little leaves sticking out. It was laced up at the sides with a wide black waistband. Her hair was braided into a side mermaid braid and tossed over her shoulder, two smaller braids tugged into the main tail, and red highlighted her eyes and lips.
Rebecca barely caught glimpses of their parents’ elegant attire before rushing to greet them — it was one thing to hear that they’re coming, it’s another to actually see them — but a soft cough stopped her in her tracks, and reminded her exactly who she was standing next to.
She quickly smothered her grin with a stiff smile, dipping down into a curtsey as they approached. “Hello to you both as well.”
Aleksia gave a wary glance at her Uncle, no doubt seeing the tension between her and her uncle and connecting it to her own father, before settling on Rebecca and she smiled brightly. "It's so good to see you, my friend. It's been too long!" she grasped her hands and gave a gentle but reassuring squeeze. Her eyes shone with an unnoticed promise of support, something that reassured her greatly.
Rebecca couldn’t help it. Her smile softens and she squeezes back. “It has only been a month since we've seen each other, Aleksia.”
“Oh, but a month nonetheless!”
Nicknames are fragile here. Her uncle must not know how close she is to Aleksia and Aisling. It is enough he knows she cares deeply for Summer and Garrett. Aleksia knows enough about this to understand why.
She turns her attention to her other friend. Aisling scans Giddeon with the same amount of caution, something she’s not too surprised about, but once her eyes land on Rebecca, she smiles too. Then she does something odd.
She flicks her eyes to her parents then to Giddeon. They glance at her, then at each other, then smile.
Her father murmurs something into Aleksia’s mother’s, Leanna, ear, while Aisling’s own steps forward. Immediately Rebecca sees the resemblance. Both seem soft, but just like Aisling, Brighid Baskerville can be fierce.
“A good evening, Giddeon.”
Giddeon raises an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you came. When my niece persuaded me to send an invite, I didn’t think you’d exactly come.”
The corner of Brighid’s lip twitches into a smile. “We Irish are full of surprises.”
She pulls him into a deep conversation, the other two adults joining in. With Giddeon’s eyes away from her, Rebecca blinks, and realizes just what Aisling was planning.
That sneaky girl.
She lets out a laugh, then pulls the other into a hug. “You know you didn’t have to do that.”
Aisling smiles and hugs back, Aleksia quickly joining the hug. “Oh, but I wanted to.” She says as they pull away. “You were so tense until now.”
“Well, that’s what happens when you’ve spent the last hour greeting arrogant purebloods.”
They laugh, quietly so they won’t catch her uncle’s attention, and she smiles too, her shoulders easing up.
“I didn’t think you both would come. I know I convinced my uncle to invite your family, but I thought Irish purebloods don’t trust purebloods from Great Britain.” She glances at Aleksia. “And you don’t go to these parties either.”
Aisling shrugged. “We saw it was about you, so of course we’ll come. Why wouldn’t we?”
“And well,” Aleksia folds her arms and takes a look inside the ballroom, “my father and cousin aren’t here, right?”
Rebecca laughed. “No, we’re a lesser family. Maybe some families come to see who they’ll be working with but with the kind of people your father and cousin are, there’s no way they’re going to a party belonging to us.”
Aleksia beamed. “Then I’m safe here and we’re coming to support a friend. It’s a win win.”
Gods, she really does have wonderful friends, huh. Her smile widens. “Thank you both.”
She takes a few moments to converse with them for a while, before complimenting their attire.
“You both look wonderful by the way.”
“You too!” Aleksia beamed. “Is that Andre’s work?’
Rebecca nodded. “It is. I wanted to pay him but he refused. Said it was an honor to do my dress.”
“Well, he did a wonderful job.” AIsling smiled. “I’ll give kudos once we’re back in school.” She glanced toward the adults. “We better get going. Our parents can’t distract him forever.” She squeezes her hand. “See you inside?”
“Of course.”
They gave her one last hug, then grabbed their parents and disappeared into the ballroom. She watched them go, then sighed and let herself get a breather for a moment. Her hands itched to do something…
“Heads up,” Giddeon said simply, not looking at her. Her smile falls. She’s not so lucky now. She was only allowed one chance to relax and she won’t get it again. She shot him a glare and straightened, eyes flickering to the persons approaching and forcing a smile on her face despite how much she wanted to throw hands with her uncle and scream at him to get her out of here, but she knew how that would go.
So instead, she watched as two ladies, one older and one her age, approached the archway, both dressed in black. She went to blend down to greet them… until she saw the orange patch in one of the ladies’ hair.
You have got to be shitting me.
Merula stood in front of her, lavender eyes glowering. Her hair hung over her face, uncombed and wild as always although this time it seemed like someone took the liberty of styling it so it looked more natural. Her lips were painted a ruby red and they were pressed into a firm line, likely in disdain at the sight of her. She wore a black dress with specks of green that admittedly looked very beautiful, and she sported black heels at her feet. As the light flickered on her, the black fabric shimmered with delicate embroidery.
If Ethren was here, Rebecca is sure he’ll be struck by her beauty, but to Rebecca, Merula is decidedly not a welcomed sight.
Rebecca folded her arms, a deep frown replacing her fake fake fake smile. “Snyde,” she said, a layer of ice coating her voice.
“Lord,” Merula said through gritted teeth.
“Girls,” Giddeon said sharply as he greeted the woman with Merula (who Rebecca suspected was her very absent aunt). “Behave.”
The last sentence was directed at her, which annoyed her, considering she’s not the only one involved.
“Yes Merula,” Merula’s aunt said airily. “Behave. This is the young Caldwell’s introduction party after all. We came here for a reason.”
As Rebecca turned to look at her, she finally took her in. Dark hair fell in curls and framed her face, which held elegant features and dark eyes. Pearls decorated her dark attire and looped around her neck, and crystals decorated her ears and hair. Several rings were set on her fingers.
She was the very description of beauty and Rebecca would have mistaken her for someone close to Merula due to her rich background if it weren’t for the emotional distance between the two.
Merula shot her a glare, but pulled herself together and dipped into a curtsey. Not too deep, but not too short either. A show of respect, something that surprised her coming from the Slytherin. Rebecca followed suit, jerking her chin up proudly as she straightened. Her eyes flickered to the adults, who went back to conversing, before flickering back to her enemy.
“I’m surprised you bothered to come. We are known for our… mutual dislike,” Rebecca said lowly, eyes narrowed in suspicion, wary of any sabotage. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as their first few years but she’ll still keep an eye out.
Just in case.
Merula let out a soft ‘hmph’ and folded her arms over her chest. “Of course I came. Your uncle invited us. It’d be a great offence if I didn’t come.”
“In other words, your aunt forced you to come.”
Merula glared at her. “Watch your mouth, Lord,” she warned her. “The only reason I’m not bad mouthing you right now is because my aunt told me to behave.”
“As if you don’t find an excuse to insult me anyway.” Rebecca gave her a sweet but sharp smile, just for appearances. “Be thankful Ethren likes you.”
“Be thankful Caplan likes you.”
“Come along Merula,” Merula’s aunt said suddenly before Rebecca can say something she will surely regret (in the face of her uncle). “I must see who came to this party.”
In other words, flirt with them. Giddeon tilted his head, giving the woman a firm smile.
“It was a pleasure to meet you both.”
Merula eyed him, an odd look flashing over her face, as if she didn’t know what to think of him, but she turned her face away and followed her aunt inside the ballroom.
Giddeon folded his arms behind his back. “You weren’t joking when you say you and Miss Snyde don’t get along.”
Rebecca let the smile fall off her face and rolled her eyes. “Like cats and dogs, sir. And what use would I have to lie about that?”
“Point taken. Ah, Lord Avery. A pleasure to see you here. I am surprised you came.”
If it was possible, her heart lifted and shrunk at the same time. Quickly snapping a polite smile in place, she straightened her shoulders and glanced at the direction of the men approaching.
The first of them was of medium stature but carried himself as if he was the tallest in the room. His hazel eyes were dark and intimidating, neatly framed by gelled dark hair. The rings on his fingers indicated he was one of high standing and large wealth. Black robes flowed around him, making his sons behind him seem smaller.
Immediately behind him was a man slightly taller than the first. His dark hair was long and pulled back in a neat ponytail. His identical hazel gaze swept critically over Rebecca and Giddeon, a faint sneer as he observed the party.
And trailing behind was Garrett, taller than his father and brother by a few inches, and nicely dressed in dark blue. His dark hair was swept to the side, handsome as ever. His green eyes were tired but quickly brightened as he met Rebecca’s gaze. Her own smile widened as well.
And noticeably absent was Lady Avery, having been dead for some years now.
"Thank you, Caldwell. Yes, well, you can thank Garrett for that. He said he'd come without me but that simply wouldn't do. After all, this is certainly a party to evaluate Miss Lord's entrance to society." He took her hand and kissed it, barely grazing it, just enough to be polite. She fought the urge to pull away. This is the man who hired us to kill his own son after his graduation. And you can’t do anything about it.
Garrett's roll of the eyes did not go unnoticed. His brother, Gerald, elbowed him. She fought back a smile, then, as she gazed at her friend, she got an idea.
Perfect.
"It is much appreciated to have you all to witness her entrance," Giddeon said, a half smile on his face as he took a half bow. Making sure he wasn’t looking, she flicked her eyes to the ballroom, then to Garrett, the corner of her mouth twitching, and hoping he'll get the message.
He did.
Once Lord Avery pulled away, she took the corner of her dress and dipped into a curtsey.
"Thank you for coming nonetheless."
Lord Avery nodded and swept away, Gerald following close behind. Garrett lingered longer, more subtly winking then slowly walked after his family.
Rebecca glanced at her uncle, who was keeping an eye on who's coming next and was thankfully distracted, then murmured through the corner of her mouth, low enough that only Garrett can hear.
"Mind dancing with me for the first dance?" Her words were normal, but her eyes shone with excitement.
Translation: Sum and I got a surprise. Mind helping me out?
His eyes gleamed and his mouth curled mischievously. "I'd be honored to."
She kept her reaction neutral, but her lip twitched into the faintest of smirks as she turned her face away. "I'll see you then."
He looked as though he was suppressing a growing smirk, but he nodded. "Catch you around." He swept into the ballroom, looking around, most likely for Summer.
With nobody as a witness, she allowed herself a smile, the smile she usually wears when she’s planning something.
Modified version of an rp I wrote with @thecursedvaultchild
Summary: Smith, Slytherin’s old Chaser, is back and ready to get his spot back now occupied by Summer Charn.
- - -
Today was Quidditch practise day, and even though the next official match was months away, that in no way prevented Lau from being his bossy captain self. When it came to Quidditch, the kind, generous boy would entirely vanish to introduce instead a completely different person: one who strived to win, and nothing else.
Sure, his teammates' health was his main priority, but he would never miss the opportunity to correct someone about their posture or their playing method... not that any complained about that. Laurent was good, and no one doubted why Snape had chosen him as the captain. It was as if he was made for being a leader, and the team absolutely loved him. Comradeship was at it's best ever since Smith had been forced to leave the team due to his sprained ankle. His replacement, Summer Charn, would cast a ray of sunshine over the shadow Smith has been happily spreading out, and with that darkness now gone, everything was heaven-like... a heaven which included her snogging their Keeper, but oh well.
"C'mon, Avery! You almost missed that Quaffle! Miller, stop swinging your bat so hard, you're going to dislocate your own damn shoulder!" Lau called out to his players, attempting to keep some order in the pitch.
The silver-haired Chaser whipped by the Keeper's goal, chuckling as she snatched up the Quaffle from Avery's hands and did a barrel roll around the demanding captain. Flying is fun! Though she'd be hard pressed to admit it, Summer had been thoroughly enjoying the past few months, playing Quidditch with the team. Her flying skills had improved as well as her dexterity. And she was just happier overall. Avery was definitely a plus. "Calm down, Lau. We've been practicing for hours. You're killing us." Movement on the ground caught her eye and her face darkened. "We've got company coming."
"The harder we practise, the better we get! Come on, no slacking, especially for you, Williams!" The other beater let out a dramatical gasp, and suddenly Lau noticed that Summer's smile had vanished... and he quickly understood why as he registered his friend’s last sentence. We've got company coming.
That only meant one thing... and as Lau dared to look down, he saw what he has been fearing: Jeremy Smith, fully healed and ready to claim back his spot as a lousy Chaser. Swiftly, Lau landed right next to the younger man, dismounting his broom and forcing a smile to appear on his lips. Do not let him know you crashed into him on purpose. "Hello, Smith. I see that you don't need crutches anymore."
The fourth year puffed up his chest and tried to be as tall as possible so he and the sixth year were at eye level. Not that it really worked but it was important that he tried. It's time to reclaim what's mine and I won't take no for an answer. "Yeah, no thanks to you, Captain. I was lucky Pomfrey was able to heal me after months of work." He cracked a grin. "But I'm good now. Ready to take my spot back on the team and lead us to victory. Thanks for keeping my spot warm for me like a summer day, Charn." He looked over King's shoulder to wink at the hovering girl. Hot and I'm totally gonna get her. After I get her out of my spot, of course. Not like she doesn't prefer watching anyway.
Just as Lau feared: Smith was back, and ready to take back his spot. Upon hearing the boy’s words, he had to hold back from grimacing and did his best to focus, even though right now his dearest wish was to get away from him. He opened his mouth to gently turn him down, but then the wink came. Not a teasing wink like the ones Avery would make, but a gross, disgusting one, that basically showed one thing: he was considering Summer as some sort of trophy to claim for himself, and nothing else.
Straight men, some of them are truly terrible. Laurent raised an eyebrow, staring as the young boy attempted to make himself look intimidating. However, he was more similar to an angry baby kneazle... although less cute. Way less. "You sure you can come back, Smith? After all, maybe you're rusty from months of not training... you know the saying, ‘Slytherins only take the best of the best’, and Summer largely improved her technique. Sometimes, Avery isn't even able to catch the Quaffle..."
And never has Smith been able to score during training sessions, not even once. Summer's face was flushed pink with embarrassment and discomfort. This twerp thought he could just waltz right in and take what she had worked so hard on, dismiss her out of hand while flirting with her. Smith took her face as a blush and sure sign she liked him. He stood up straighter. "Avery could never catch the Quaffle when I played. Besides that's my spot. I made it onto the team, Charn didn't. She's just a backup and would rather watch, isn't that right?" He didn't wait for a response. "Besides, she's only on the team at all because she's your friend, King, and is snogging your stupid Keeper. She gets around and that's how she took my place. I'm the one with talent, now give me my spot back!"
Lau couldn't help but take a step, towering over the feeble player and folding his arms against his chest, displaying his muscles which were much more developed than Smith's. Attempting to intimidate him, maybe ? If you knew Lau enough, you could easily tell that it was the case. He titled his head, sightly, and raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't let Summer in for the sake of it, Smith. I tested her, and then saw she had potential. She decided to work on it and to become the player she is today. I only was her helper, I told her she could step off whenever she wanted... and she didn't" Soon enough, he was leaning towards the fourth-year, smiling. "And as much as I recall," he whispered into his ear. "you cried during the first training session because of how hard it was. Summer never shed a tear no matter how many pushups I told her to make."
The smaller boy couldn't help the step he took back. But his face contorted into a cruel snarl. That was it. "I don't know what Snape sees in you. You're talentless and a fag. I don't what kind of Muggle thought it'd be funny call themselves 'Kings' but you sure aren't good enough to be with us who were born into magic. Avery is a slacker who's barely not thickheaded enough to fall off his twig he calls a broom. Charn is a whore who wheedles her way into whatever she wants. She's got you tied around her pinky finger." Jeremy pushed up onto his tiptoes to get face to face with him. "And at least I don't cry over my dead Muggle mother."
Following Smith’s hateful words, the Quidditch pitch fell into silence, and even Avery who usually always comes up with scathing comments in situations like these had no idea of what to say. All gazes were fixed on the Captain and the old Chaser, breaths held back as everyone was waiting for Laurent's answer.
The Captain was being oddly silent, his face expressionless, and for a short moment Avery thought he might just walk away and try to gather himself in the lockers. However, he was gravely mistaken as a glimmer had now passed through Laurent's eyes. Not a sparkle, not a glint. A glimmer. Small, wavering... but preluding to something much bigger. While Laurent was supposed to scream, to cry, to run away, he smiled. A small smile, which revealed dimples. "I'm not sure I heard you quite well, Smith" He took a step forward. "Would you mind..." Leaning down to face him, reminding him of just how short, how weak he is. "Saying it again?"
Summer wanted to say something. But nothing came out. Her hand went for Ave's and she squeezed it for dear life. He... Smith had just said all of that. It was unbelievable. Even Snape would have snapped at that talk. The tension was palpable. Summer could only watch, eyes wide. The smile on Lau's face was... terrifying. For once, she had no idea what he was going to do.
Jeremy shoved him back. "You heard me." He pointed at Avery. "Dumb." He pointed at Charn. "Whore." And he pressed his finger into King's chest. "Talentless fag who still has nightmares about mummy dying."
As soon as Smith's finger pressed against his chest, Laurent immediately grabbed his wrist. Squeezing it. Crushing it. No matter how small and gentle Lau seemed, he remained the Captain of the Quidditch team, and he earned that spot for reasons, including relentless training. Forcefully, he pushed Smith's arm down, tightening his grip around his wrist as he stared down at him.
"I'm wounded, Smith. I thought you liked your team and acted like a total ass to hide it, but it turns out that it isn't the case. I'm heartbroken, truly" He brought his other hand to his chest, sticking out his bottom lip and pretending to look truly devastated... but soon enough, he reverted back to his hard, cold stare. "I'm going to give you one, I repeat one, chance to take your things and get the fuck away. If you do, no one will know that you acted like a pissy crybaby because you couldn't get your spot back. I can be kind and not spread informations, sometimes"
The kid gasped in pain, weakly struggling against the powerful grip of the Seeker. Summer let go of Avery and sped towards the ground. She jumped off, running over and grabbed Lau's shoulder, panic rising in her eyes. "Lau. Lau, listen to me. This ball of Doxy droppings isn't worth it. Lau, you could be expelled. He's learned his lesson. Just let him go and forget him and we can just go back to Quidditch practice." Her voice was somewhat desperate and uncertain but pleading. "Shove off, you whore! Always interfering where you don't belong. You can't try and put me in detention, you slutty prefect!" Blue-green eyes widen and she stumbles back a little, letting go of Lau.
Whore. Slutty prefect. Smith could insult Laurent as often as he damn liked, King would always let it slide. But hearing him insult his friends? Insult Summer? That was clearly the final straw. Now, there wasn't a glimmer in his eyes anymore. Nor a sparkle or a glint.
There was an entire storm. Soon enough, his upper lip pulled itself back into a snarl, and... he closed his eyes. No, no, calm down. Remember what Mom said. 'You often lose your tempter, Laulau. Take deep breaths and calm down'. Take deep breaths and calm down. Take your broom and shove it down his throat. Make him suffer and cry. His eyes snapped open, and he smiled again. Giggled, even. "Can't say I didn't give you a chance" And with that, he punched him on the face, feeling his nose crush under his knuckles. Crack
"GAH!" The spindly little kid landed flat on his back. Tears flooded down his cheeks as he sobbed in pain. There was blood everywhere. It gushed out of his broken nose and covered the ground. His wrinkled white shirt was stained with it. If Summer hadn't actually witnessed Lau punching Smith's face, she would have sworn that a curse like Sectumsempra had just been cast. But it hadn't. It was just the power of Lau's bare fist making contact with Smith's face.
He just did that. For me. Cold eyes coupled with a heartless giggle and smile... Ruthless. Utterly ruthless. A chill ran down her spine. For the first time, Summer truly understood what the Sorting Hat had seen and why it had placed him in Slytherin. She pitied those who crossed him.
Almost.
"YOU FAG! I'M GOING TO GO TO THE HEADMASTER HIMSELF! I'M GOING TO GET MY SPOT BACK FROM STUPID CHARN!" The threat was pathetic considering it came from a child covered in his own tears and blood.
Laurent, however, barely reacted to Smith's words. Instead, he only stepped closer, crouching down and looking at what he just did. Not a hint of remorse was present in his eyes. His smile had vanished, however, only for his face to display a truly bored expression... as if he didn't have anything to do anymore, and that he was utterly disappointed by that. Gently, he threaded his fingers through Smith's hair, caressing them as if he were a friend.
"And how will that look, hm ? 'Headmaster, I tried claiming back my Quidditch spot by calling my Captain a fag and calling the new Chaser a whore. Surprisingly enough, they both got angry at me'. Do you really think Dumbledore will be by your side ? I doubt it, Smith. And I told you, you just refused to listen: we, Slytherins, take the best of the best... and the best do not drag other people down to push themselves up. So remember that before you turn up to Dumbledore's office, because you might get dearly disappointed..."
He pulled his wand out of his boot, and tapped Smith's nose. "Episkey, happy now ? Now get up and get the fuck out before I get angry"
Smith spat out blood on the ground and just ran for the castle. He glanced behind him and tripped over his own robes. But just kept running. The whole team was staring in shock. Laurent Dorian King, one of the nicest and sweetest people to walk the planet, just did that. Some of them shifted their feet uneasily. Avery coughed a little. Charn's gaze quickly lost their shock and were narrowed carefully. Her eyes didn't leave him. Watching like a cat reassessing whether to attack or live another day. "Thanks, King." Her voice was quiet but heavy, carrying underlying meaning to it.
Laurent wasn't answering, however. Clenching his fists, then unclenching them, and clenching them again, he was trying to register what he just did. It happened naturally, without a second thought, and--
'All Slytherins are evil !' someone had once claimed during Transfiguration class. Lau had swore himself that he would never be like those assholes. He swore that he would be kind and generous... and now, this bullshit just happened. These few minutes during which he was the opposite of who he generally was. He felt sick. He felt disgusting... and as he turned to look at Summer, she could see the true terror in his eyes, spreading and spreading through his whole body and freezing him.
"Ah-I... f-finish up the training. I have... stuff" And before anyone could say something, Lau had vanished, tears welling up in his eyes.
Avery snapped out and whirled around, bossing the other players. "C'mon! You heard the captain! Couple more rounds and then we'll hit the showers. Move it, move it! Get back on your broom, Miller!" He nodded at Summer, gesturing for her to go after Lau. She didn't need to be told twice. Snagging up his fallen broom, she hurried after the blur in the distance he was.
She finally caught up to him in the locker room, standing there with his fists clenched, back to her. His shoulders were shaking. Carefully, she set his broom against a wall and made her way over to him, slipping an arm around his shoulders and gently rubbing them. And she said nothing. She would stay there as long as he needed.
He had wanted to spend some time alone, but... as he recognized the sound of Summer's footsteps, he couldn't bring himself to tell her to go away. He would have scolded Avery. He would have scolded anyone else in the goddamn team... but not Sum. Never Sum. He wouldn't handle chasing her away, no matter how bad the situation was.
Without a word, he let her get closer to him. Physically, obviously, but also psychologically. It was known that Laurent hated being seen while crying, and he had always managed to never be caught when shedding tears... and yet, there he was, opening crying right next to Summer with not even an ounce of shame. Dried blood decorated his knuckles, as well as his Quidditch gloves. A terrible sight, truly, at least to Lau. Because no matter how mean Smith was, he remained a child. A fourth year child.
"I'm disgusting" he whispered.
Legilimens. She had gotten pretty good at casting the spell non-verbally. His mind was... stormy. Hard to read. Just glimpses and her own guesses. But it all pointed to one thing: he hates himself. "No. You're not. Smith is a prat who can't keep his mouth shut or his ego down. He had it coming." Her words were soft, warm. Like a light breeze floating off a lake through a summer's day. Gently, she pried the bloodied gloves off his fingers, setting them aside. Remembering the handkerchief she had tucked into her pocket, she pulled out and started cleaning off the blood. Casting Scourgify would've been faster but... he needed her. Not her magic. She could do that. Just be there. Be his friend. "You gave him a chance and he spat on it. He deserved it."
Deserved it? Did he truly deserve getting punched and threatened? How was that making Lau better than him, really? Could he really consider himself as a good and just Captain after pulling this sort of stunt? No, no way. I'm gonna resign, let Avery become the new Captain, and he'll find a new Seeker. End of the story. He truly considers that option for a short moment, feeling the coldness of his tears against his cheeks. I'm gonna quit. No one deserves a Captain like me.
He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to control his breathing as well as his emotions... without much success, quite frankly. This is pointless. Staring as Summer kept cleaning his hands, he sighed softly. "Why do you even bother...?" he whispered. "I saw how you were looking at me. You were afraid" He was too.
She shrugs. Her calmness was almost... scary, in a way. She was relaxed and chill about what had just happened. Shouldn't she be more tense? But she just kept wiping the blood off. "Just never seen your ruthless side before. Good to know it's there. Wouldn't want to be the poor soul crossing into it. But it hardly changes who you are." Her hand gently lifted his chin up so his eyes met hers. "You... You've seen what I've done. What I'm capable of. Dark magic and the like. But you still let me stick around. Why?" Summer's tone made it clear she already knew the answer; she just wanted to hear him say it. For whatever reason, that seemed important for this conversation to go forward.
You still let me stick around. Why? Of course she knew the answer, that was obvious for Lau... but the it naturally slipped from his lips anyway. He couldn't just say nothing. "Because I love you"
Yes, he loved her. A different kind of love, of course, Summer was well aware of it. A love that pushed him to want to do anything in his power for her. To see her smile, to see her laugh, to see her being only happy and carefree, with nothing plaguing her. No Vaults in sight, no prats calling her a whore, just her being free and joyous. Seeing Summer like this, that was his biggest wish.
A smile parted her lips. "Exactly. That's why I 'bother' with you. You can't get rid of me very easily, King. I'm like a leech." She winked and snickered, leaning back on her hands. Instead of making a big deal about what just occurred, the girl seemed unconcerned. Like he had just fumbled catching the Snitch. Not like he had just punched a fourth year in the face.
"If you want to get all philosophical, we are all capable of good and bad. Now my definition of what's good and bad is looser than what others probably use. But the general principle still applies. We choose what we do. Your purpose outweighs the action. You were trying to end his bullying and protect us all. If you hadn't done something, who knows what he could've done next? I'm sure he knows lots of nasty curses that he'd be awful at casting and that wouldn’t have been good in the slightest. Lot more damage. And you stopped it. Controlled the situation. I'd call that a job well done." All of this came out like it was nothing, as if she was telling him about the cool bird she saw the other day. Not discussing deep morals and consequences of people's actions.
And at this very moment, Lau wondered who Summer Charn really was. Was she really that unfazed by Lau punching a younger kid in the face? Was she really that unaffected? It very seemed like so, and... it made Laurent somewhat confused. He had been raised under the rule that punches were bad, and now there was Charn, telling him that it was fine depending on the purpose. However, he found truth in her words: our purposes do direct our actions. He acknowledged that Summer's grey thinking was much more efficient than the usual black and white one. Slowly, his hand placed itself on hers, squeezing softly. "Thank you, Sum..."
"Don't mention it, Lau." She squeezed back, fingers interlocking with his. People all the time saw that and thought they were dating. But no. There was more to it. They were friends. Who loved each other deeply. They got each other. This boy with his strawberry hair and many freckles and sparkling eyes. The delighted sound he'd make holding a flower or cute creature. His nose wrinkling in disgust of Transfiguration. She'd kill for him. Wasn't sure if she'd ever said it before, but she would. Without hesitation. "Hey. You'd know I'd kill for you, right? Can't live in a world where those who hurt my favorite strawberry child go unpunished." Her eyes glimmered with amusement and there was a faint smirk pressing her lips. It was hard to tell if she was being serious or not. Very hard.
A smile was now etched to Laurent’s face, and he even gathered the strength to giggle. "Shall I call you my knight in shining armour, then? I'll have you and Barnaby to defend me. How perfect" But even though he was joking now, his eyes said everything as they delved deep into Summer's: I, too, would kill for you. He is aware of her uncle and his meddling with the Death Eaters. If she ever has problems with them, Lau will be happy to dispose of them... by whatever means necessary.
There he is. She had learned something new about him. He could be absolutely ruthless. But it was good to know the Puffskein was still there. She made a little face, sticking her tongue out. "Knight? Despite what Sir Cadogan thinks, I'm a witch through and through. Weird hair, dark robes, black cat companion, spend my days brewing potions and meddling with Dark magic. Witchy witch." Getting to her feet, she hauled him up to. "C'mon. You need a shower. Badly. And then how about we head back the common room and..." She sighed. "I go cat and let you pet me?"
Immediately, Lau's eyes regained their usual sparkle, and he nodded excitedly while removing his shirt. "Yes! Yes, a thousand times! You know how I love placing ribbons in your lovely fur" And with that, he can't help himself but pull her into a huge, much needed hug. His skin was still gross and sweaty from all the training, but it remained one of the best hugs Lau had ever given. As he pulled away, he smiled, patting her shoulder. "Go join Avery, now. A man needs to shower in peace~"
"Ick! Now you got your sweat all over me!" But she doesn't break the hug, enjoying it. Until he pulls away. Then she starts trying to get it off. Unsuccessfully. "Just don't weigh me down so much that I can't walk. See ya." Shaking her head, she left the lockers and went to look for Avery.
Okay so I'm making some heavy revisions to Summer Charn. A lot of stuff is not canon now. I'll be updating her character profile and uploading it soon. :3
A few notable changes:
*Jacob Charn no longer exists. Summer is an only child
*I see her a lot less as a main character, more as an intriguing supporting character with a lot of her own stuff unrelated to the Vaults going on
*Endgame is no longer Talbott, but my oc, Garrett Avery
*She's no longer an auror, but a magical researcher specializing in artifacts
*Her parents don't disappear, they instead are killed by Death Eaters after getting caught up and fighting in a battle
When one turns 17, a young pureblood of a noble house will be eased into society through a party by the Head. Rebecca Lord is no exception… but perhaps, she has something up her sleeve.
Time was lost on Rebecca. By now, she’s probably been gone long enough to be worrisome when she just went out to get some air. She leaned against the balcony, raising her hand to rub away her tears that just kept coming. Maybe she’s ruining her makeup. Maybe it’s not working. But she didn’t care.
Fuck me… stop getting your hopes up. He’ll find some way to ruin it. He always will.
All the joy, all the pride… it just drained out of her, and now she’s here.
"Bex?"
At the sound of voices, her shoulders jerked, then she turned around, hurriedly rubbing away tears. But it was like stopping a huge waterfall. Every time you try wiping it away, it’ll be replaced. Giving up on trying to clean herself up, she raised her gaze.
Summer and Garret stood in the archway, brows furrowed in concern. Their eyes widen, however, when they take in her tears.
She tried not to look away, her face burning with shame. “Oh hey...”
"Bex! What happened?" Summer immediately ran to her, putting an arm around her shoulders and her free hand gently brushing hair out of Bex's face.
Garrett took a moment to glance around. "Do we need to hex someone?"
“How did you guys find me?”
“You were missing from your own party. It’s not that hard to notice, we all did. Us and Aisling and Aleksia. We just searched and found you here.” Garrett frowned at her. “You didn’t answer the question.”
Rebecca laughed weakly and rubbed her eyes. “It’s fine, it’s just... stupid.”
Summer pursed her lips. "Don't tell us it was Giddeon."
As a response, Rebecca lowered her gaze. It didn’t take much to know the answer. “I think the display just pissed him off,” she said tiredly. “Not enough for him to do something to me, but enough to say things.”
Anger flashes in Garrett's eyes while Summer's lips grow more pursed.
"What does he care?” He demanded, looking pissed off for her. She appreciated it. “It's your introduction. Everything else is pureblood proper. He can't stop you from dancing with me and being yourself."
"It's my fault. I designed it. I thought it'd be a nice touch."
"He's just a stupid as my father."
"Garrett!" Summer hissed, gaze flicking around warily.
Tensions between him and his father were well known. This is a party where purebloods gather. Who knows what would happen if one manages to overhear.
Rebecca shrugged. “I don’t know. He just likes having control over me. I think he hates the fact that the display makes it seem like I’m different.” She looked down at herself, at the glittering suit that made her feel so confident and happy.
"Well, that was kind of the point.” Summer’s voice interrupts her thoughts. Her lips were pursed. “You're not a Caldwell, you're a Lord." Summer pulls Rebecca closer, wrapping both arms around her in a hug. "You're your own person, not anyone's puppet."
"You're rocking the suit, by the way."
Rebecca laughed. “Thank you.” She shrugged, hugging Summer back. “Proof that a Lord and Caldwell shouldn’t mix I guess. Lords have backbones,” she said, a roguish grin flashing weakly over her face, before it faded once she reached the next part. “Papa said so.”
Old buried grief curls in her stomach. She ignores it. It’s not the time. It’s never the time.
Still, old memories came anew, and she mourns for moments that will never happen.
Summer huffed, blowing a curl out of her face. "You can't let him get to you. This is your party. Your time to shine." She gently wiped the tears off Bex's face.
"Your backbone beats his words. And your suit is cooler than his," Garrett grinned.
"Let's go back out there and rock the ballroom! Or all my planning will have been for nothing."
Rebecca let out a soft laugh, using her hand to rub away the rest of her tears. What the hell was she doing? She danced in this suit, she danced and showed them she’s different and proud, she danced with her friends in this suit and they’re just as proud as she is. She shouldn’t let her uncle’s words get to her. Pull yourself together.
A surge of appreciation for her friends surges up. If it weren’t for them…. she wouldn’t know what to do. She remembers Jason, and promises that everything will be okay.
“Alright alright. Let’s get going.”
Each linked an arm through hers and walked back into the party, hearts light and bright with laughter and determination to have fun. Aleksia and Aisling were waiting for them at the archway, looks of concern on their faces. Once they saw the three, however, they lit up and flew over.
“Is everything alright?” Aleksia asked, staring imploring at her.
Rebecca looked around at their faces, remembering that they’re her friends and they chose to be her friends no matter what her stinky uncle says, then looked where her uncle was, socializing with other purebloods like he hadn’t confronted her about her show seconds before.
She smiled, feeling a glimmer of spite. “Never been better.” She turned to Aisling. “Wanna dance? We can sneak in Celtic music. Just for fun.”
As predicted, Aisling lit up, looking ready to bounce straight up to the ceiling. “YES!”
Amidst bright laughter, Aisling grabbed a laughing Rebecca’s hand and tugged her towards the dance floor, feet already skipping along to imaginary Celtric music.
Avery possessed the gift of the Sight. However, he loved to mess around with everyone. He would say the most ridiculous of predictions or deliver real ones in the most unconcerned way.
Lau: I'm going to head to the pitch early!
Avery, not even looking up from his toast: if you come across a goblin asking where I am, tell him you don't know
