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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 02:24 AM
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Despite Elias' harsh assignment of Prince Hamlet, who in his opinion was a miserable fool who spent far too much time loafing around and submerged deep in self-pity, his favorite play of all time remained to be Shakespeare's Hamlet. He first read it when he was only seven and it served as the wizard's introduction into the rich world of Shakespeare. The book had been located inside his grandfather's private library back at the Deveaux estate. The boy wandered inside his grandfather's library during lunch break after the morning routine for fencing lessons. He wasn't sure why he hadn't chosen the wiser choice and taken a shower, considering he'd sweat a storm after a fencing session with his grandfather.

But as he thought more about it, he remembered why. It had been two years since the boy first picked up a foil. Practice was almost everyday. His grandfather's expectations were always just a little more than the boy could manage. He had been frustrated with his grandfather's critique of his lunges that day; it had been something about the bad form in his right leg, but the boy could only swallow so much before he needed a way to cool off. He would have read anything, but by pure luck, the first book he grabbed from the shelf had been Hamlet.

Staring at the mahogany scarf in his hands, he wondered if he was on his way in becoming Hamlet with all the hesitation and procrastinating he was doing. The scarf belonged to his beloved cousin, Victoria Carroll, who was a kind and gentle Hufflepuff. In her haste in the aftermath of their grandfather's birthday party, she left her scarf, near the dining table, where it had been found by one of the house elves. For the past few months, he had been meaning to return the scarf to his cousin, but there were so many factors to consider.

The birthday party had been a disaster. Ever since Elias sorted himself into Slytherin, a rift had been slowing growing between the boy and his grandfather. “If not Gryffindor, then you should have chosen Ravenclaw like your late mother,” his grandfather had said the summer after Elias' first year. While those were the only words his grandfather had said to express his displeasure, the words struck deep. The twelve year old Elias might not have understood the implication of the words, but the fifteen year old understood. He did not resemble either his mother or his father. He did not resemble his late aunt, who had been a Hufflepuff. He was Elias Deveaux, about to become just Elias if his grandfather decided to go through with disowning him.

He was surprised he had been invited to the party in the first place. By the time the actual party took place, he was no longer on speaking terms with his grandfather. As usual, the Slytherin had taken to brooding in the corner of the living room while everyone else conversed among themselves. That was when one of his older cousins announced that she would be getting engaged to her long-time boyfriend, a Muggleborn wizard she had met at Hogwarts. Of course, Elias' grandfather would have praised her for her liberal stance, all while staring at Elias.

It had been the final straw on the camel's back. Not caring that he would be heard by everyone in the room, Elias walked up to his grandfather and gently told him that all who procreated with Muggleborns should be worried because they would soon find their bloodline on the verge of extinction. His grandfather's slap had been hard enough to draw blood.

The events that followed after were mostly a blur. He remembered Anora Chavalier, who was a close family friend and adored by Elias' grandfather, throw cake in his face. Victoria's brother told him he agreed with Elias' thoughts. So did his father, who urged Elias to leave with him before matters worsen. He remembered the house elves handing him Victoria's scarf. Now, he wished the house elves had never done that. After all, hadn't Victoria's mother also married a Muggle? How could he return her scarf when he would have to face her in person? He couldn't either risk delivering it by owl. Most of his letters had been intercepted by a devious Anais Elkins.

“Fluffball the Fifth, you snuck out of my room, didn't you? I'm only going to return her scarf. We aren't visiting her, understand?” Elias gave his cat a stern look.

Fluffball the Fifth meowed loudly before scratching his owner's calf. Lazy yellow eyes stared at the boy, as if daring him to challenge the cat's will.

“We aren't visiting her,” repeated Elias almost tiredly. He wanted to get it over with before Victoria realized he was over at her common room without her permission. During his first year, his cousin had told him that if there was a need, he only needed to go to the barrels next to the kitchen and tap the left barrel with a certain pass-code. Taking a quick studying of his surroundings, he noted that the coast was clear before tapping the pass-code. The entrance allowed him entry, and just like that, the snake was inside.

Now the question was, where could he put the scarf so that Victoria would be able to find it without knowing he had returned it to her?

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Tori Carroll
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 08:26 AM
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Tori had been up in the owlry, intending to send a letter to her father, yet when her eastern screech owl flew down to her, her plans changed. Her eyes quickly caught the funny way he hopped and the fact that he refused to hold his leg out to her though he would not set it down on the perch. She pulled her feathered friend close to her chest and set off to her common room to better inspect the bird. It could have been done in the tower but for the distraction of noise. The other owls hooting, the rustling of wings and the swooshing of the birds coming and going. The hufflepuff common room was mercifully quiet and empty.

She settled herself in one of the armchairs by the empty fireplace, her letter laying temporarily forgotten on the table. From her bag she pulled out a set of reading glasses and place them carefully on her face. Coaxing her owl onto her hand, she held him inches from her eyes, his reddish-brown feathers tickling the top of her head while she inspected his leg. A small cut could be seen, probably the result of a hunting accident. "You clumsy bird, what have you been doing?" She asked of her pet, a gentle smile on her face as she set him down on the table next to the still-forgotten letter. She knew the spell to heal cuts, but was uncertain if it was to be used on animals and as she rummaged through her bag, intent on finding the book that would (with hope) give her the answer, she heard the common room door open and close. She paid it no heed until, with an elated hoot, the owl took off from the table.

"Rust, you silly thing, I'm not fini--..." Her playful chastising cut off as her eyes followed the bird. He landed on her cousin's shoulder to affectionately nip at his ear in hello before swooping down in front of the cat next to his feet, hooting a greeting. She had not seen Eli since that disaster of a birthday party. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had certainly seen him in the halls and her eyes had automatically swept the slytherin table each morning and evening in the Great Hall to see how the boy was doing. But she had not interacted with him.

All at once the memories of that day came back. It had been such a nice party. Until Eli had stood up and said his piece and her grandfather had violently reacted. She had been torn between anger at her little cousin, anger at her grandfather and worry for the pain Eli must have been feeling when he had been struck. And yet she had stood there, frozen, uncertain as to what to do. His words had stung, she herself having a muggle father she cared deeply for. Though she had later chastised her grandfather for his reaction to Eli's words, she had refused to speak to the boy, and later refused to speak to her brother when he condoned his views on muggles and muggleborns. She had left the party angry and hurt. And now, looking at her dear cousin from across the room, the anger and hurt swelled back in her chest mixing with the disgust she felt with herself for not checking on him sooner.

"Eli. What are you doing here?" Her voice was forcibly soft, yet she was finding it difficult to keep a small shard of ice out of it. Elias Deveaux was her favorite cousin and her closest friend. They had grown up together, he had been the one person in her childhood she had actually shared her hurt and loneliness with. And now she felt betrayed by him, sad and alone again. But she would be damned if she wouldn't at least try to fix the rift that was starting to fracture between them. So yes, for him, she would at least attempt to keep the coldness out of her voice and her temper down.

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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 11:32 PM
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A feeling of dread settled in the wizard's stomach the moment he heard his cousin's gentle voice in the common room. Luck was not on his side, though he suspected that luck had long left his side considering the series of events that had transpired as of late. He watched as she talked to her owl with the familiar smile that he had grown to love throughout the years. A tinge of guilt racked the boy as he studied her gentle expression from afar, knowing that his thoughtless words must have disappointed her just as much as they had disappointed their grandfather. If she wasn't an idiot, which he was sure she wasn't because she was one of the smartest girls he knew, she would inevitably notice that there was a Slytherin in her common room. He stuck out like a sore thumb, as he could never quite fit in with the Hufflepuffs no matter how much he tried for his cousin.

Still in his brooding state, he was caught off-guard when Rust chose to greet him. Every inch of him wanted to reprimand the owl for nipping his ear; he was not a mouse after all. Whatever opportunity he had to say something to the owl was gone when the bird landed directly next to the Persian cat. The cat's pale yellow eyes focused on the owl. Sometimes, Elias wondered what his cat was thinking when it was staring so intently at the owl. He wondered if the cat ever considered eating Rust, when it was literally flying in front of the cat. It might have been the case that the cat considered the owl his friend, considering the owl and cat were still both alive. Finally, after a few seconds (because the cat was slow in most of his tasks), Fluffball the Fifth let out a soft meow. Then it made a swipe with its claws towards the owl, but it was only in jest. After licking his paws, Fluffball the Fifth walked over to Victoria and wrapped his tail around her leg. He meowed again in an annoyingly cute way that he wouldn't have done for Elias. The boy resisted rolling his eyes.

“Show off,” he said to his cat. Then he realized it wasn't proper to say that with his cousin here after what happened at the birthday party. He forced a cough, hoping to dispel the awkwardness in the air. Truthfully, he guessed the awkwardness wouldn't be going away anytime soon. He felt awkward just by standing so close to Victoria. While she was two years ahead of him, he found that he was able to relate to this one cousin in particular. She was his confidante that he trusted so much; she was one of the few people that he could call family without feeling like he was lying.

So it stung when he heard the faint hint of bitterness in her tone when she asked why he was in her common room. He dismissed the hurt he felt. This wasn't the time. But when would there be a time then, if not? asked the sniveling voice in his mind. He dismissed that too. What did the voice know? Elias took out the mahogany scarf, which had since been washed and well-maintained while in the boy's possession, and walked over to Victoria. “I'm here to return your scarf, Victoria. You left it at grandfather's after the birthday party. I had a house elf hand it to me.” Like usual, his words were said with a certain calm that had been honed into the boy from years of practice. Ever so slowly, he held the scarf out for his cousin to take.

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 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 05:23 PM
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The hufflepuff could feel her shoulders tensing more the longer her cousin stood in the room. She tore her eyes away from him and looked down at the cat as he rubbed against her. Leaning over, she stroked his fur, smiling faintly when Elias called the feline a show off. "Hello, Fluffball. It's nice to see you again," she said softly to the cat as her owl flew over to sit on her arm rest. That was probably harsh to say, that she missed a cat and yet when she saw the cousin she hadn't spoken to in months, she merely asked him why he was in her common room. She certainly hadn't meant it that way but the desire to take it back was not strong enough for her to amend her words.

Honey badgers and snakes did not get along in nature. Perhaps this rift between Tori and her best friend was simply fate? She hated Fate. If it was, then she would most definitely strive to go against what fate had decreed with every fiber of her being. Besides, there was a long history of slytherins and hufflepuffs having extremely close friendships. This disagreement could certainly be mended. If she could learn to let go of her anger. Even now it twisted inside her chest, only a small fraction of it belonging to her dear cousin, and she had to bury it deep inside lest she risk it exploding out.

Her attention dragged back to the young boy as he walked over, his footsteps seeming (at least to her) to echo over-loudly in the space around them. "Oh. Thank you." That was all she said, her voice quiet and slightly surprised. She reached out and took the scarf from him, idly running her fingers over the yarn. A small feeling disappointment came over her as she stared at the scarf without really seeing it. Had he really come all this way only to return a forgotten item? Did he have no desire to make amends with her? Perhaps he was happy without her constantly bugging him to make more friends or to be more tactful towards others.

'No. That can't be true. Eli is always hiding something,' she told herself. Maybe he was just hiding his own pain at their falling out. She needed to do something to fix this. She couldn't just leave things like they were, that would only make everything worse for the both of them. But if she tried talking about what happened they might actually get into an argument, and that would make things worse than this awkward air between them now. It seemed like an eternity had passed in the space of the few seconds it took for Tori to get her courage up to speak. "Would you like to stay for a bit?" The hint of coldness was still there, but better hidden behind an air of uncertainty and apprehension. "How have your classes been?" She bit her tongue against the question she wanted to ask. 'Have you and Grandfather made up yet?' There would be time later, after they got used to conversing again.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 02:36 AM
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Fluffball meowed again in response to Victoria's greeting, still refusing to leave the girl's side. Elias was almost sure that his cat was biased against him because Fluffball never acted that way around the wizard. He wondered if his cat was biased towards females instead because he could see no other reason why Fluffball would refuse to curl up against him while he would willingly do so with Victoria. His instinctive response was to tell Victoria that Fluffball the Fifth should be called Fluffball the Fifth instead of just plain Fluffball, but he kept quiet. Now was not the time for petty exchanges. At least, Victoria still cared about his cat and didn't immediately bat it away when it annoyingly walked up to her like she was his owner. That must have meant something.

A wave of sadness wash over him as he stood there awkwardly when his cousin asked if he wanted to stay in her common room for a while longer. The expression on her face felt unnatural, as if she was dealing with a stranger instead of her cousin. It was almost as if she was afraid of him. Perhaps that was the case, considering how he had lashed out so wildly at his grandfather's party. He knew that he would be judged by everyone in the room. He just forgot that Victoria had been in there as well. When he closed his eyes, he could still see the hurt reflected in Victoria's eyes. Even if he wouldn't ever admit it to anyone else, it broke his heart to have seen her like that.

He remembered the earlier years with his cousin, when the two were still very young and immature. Both of their mothers had passed away when the two of them were young. As a coping mechanism, Elias' father chose to withdraw from the world. He left his son alone for long periods of time. It had been his grandfather who took care of him and raised him to be the person that he was today, but he would have been lying if it had only been his grandfather. For as long as he remembered, Victoria had been an important part of his life. It had been her comforting voice and her warm embrace that had allowed the boy to sleep on some of the darker nights where he wondered what it would have been like had his mother not died. Victoria suffered the same tragedy, but instead of brooding away like he was doing, she chose to shine brightly instead. While Elias was quickly becoming someone he hated, she was becoming someone who could make a difference in the world.

It hurt to see her now, so out of her element just because he was in the same room as her. When would he stop hurting the people he cared about? He was already regretting having stepped into the Hufflepuff common room, knowing that his presence might have triggered memories from the fateful birthday party. And maybe even worse memories. If only, if only. But the past could not be changed, no matter how much the boy wished it.

“Classes have been the same. I'm still at the library most days of the week and I've been practicing dueling in my spare time, as per grandfather's wishes. How about you? You always had a natural affliction towards healing spells.”

How has life been going for you without me? The implications were there, even if the boy did not say anything.

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