Mercy carefully checked her nails, only looking up when the Hogwarts Express gave a pointed whistle, the sound familiar and strangely comforting. She enjoyed school. Her parents always felt the need to shower her with gifts while she was away and that served to make her time spent in the castle more than enjoyable. Not to mention the status her family along with so many others seemed to hold among the witches and wizards who had been raised in the magical world. Her daddy always told her blood was important, that she was special. And not once had she ever doubted him. But he had been proven right the moment she stepped foot in the Great Hall. People knew the Flints in the same way they knew the Blacks and the Carrows. Purity demanded respect. She turned to absentmindedly scan the crowd, judging the clothes worn by the family a few feet to her right. It was only as she rolled her eyes that she noticed Bellatrix, her beauty easy to spot among so many plain people. She smiled sweetly, excited to see her old friend despite seeing her many times over the holidays. “Bella!” She bounded over to where she was standing, pulling her into a hug regardless of whether she would appreciate the contact. “Daddy is just putting away my trunk, have you seen him yet? I know he’ll want to speak with you before he leaves, you know how much he adores your family.” @toujoursbella

















