Make It Holy

[Alexis Bennet]

Lexi had been in secret correspondence with certain family members of hers - family members that her mother and father had barred her from ever seeing and vice versa because of reasons she couldn't always understand but these were also the people who had named her after a dead werewolf. Their judgement was not to be trusted. Due to the secrecy of this, she never read any letters in the owlrey or the common rooms now that she had a little goody-two-shoes younger cousin who was in Gryffindor house with her and another cousin who she barely knew - actually both of whom she barely knew one because of the aforementioned rules and another because it was the child of a squib. How her family could stand to be around these sorts of people was beyond her. Her grandfather, Marcus, and his wife seemed to be perfectly reasonable, respectable people through their letters. Polite and friendly too. They also just seemed to know how wronged Lexi had been by her family the day they had tacked on her name and almost every day after that for their relations with certain people - certain people no good witch or wizard could respect. As far as Lexi was concerned her father had made the right choice years ago by wiping out her uncles memory but it would've been kinder really to kill him the moment they knew he was a Squib. What sort of life was a Squibs? This was what she discussed with him as she flip flopped between her thoughts and her years of forced "morality" or whatever her parents seemed to think it was. Now that she was in the opposing tower to the Owlrey and completely alone, she felt comfortable enough to scribe a letter back to the only good family she had telling them of this. Her grandfather had proposed that they meet too, under the guise that she would be spending the holidays with a friend from school. She wanted this, yes, to see what he would have to say and what his life was like. Apparently she had an aunt - younger than herself - who was being raised the only way a witch should be. She wondered how a Death Eater and a sympathizer with the Scitorari could actually be. Through the written word, she expected they would be nice people and was frank with them about this. Another thing the teenager appreciated. They didn't speak down to her when she was three years away from being an adult. Lexi knew that there was a lot of push back against the Finches for what her mother and uncle had done but she knew she could take the Finches back to where they belonged - even if she was a Bennett. Somehow she felt closer to her grandfather than anyone else and he told her that they could work together, that she could connect with respectable people. Lexi didn't want to wait until then. She wanted to meet people who wouldn't dirty themselves or their blood for the sake of being politically correct. She felt there was too much of that and wanted realism not the fake niceties she'd been given so far. Lexi deserved a higher class of peers and friends, this much was certain to her as she wrote her thoughts down on her parchment. She loathed that she had to hide this when Pureblood should be something to be proud of again.

Gosh sorry this is terrible!​

 

[Havoc Zhefarovich]

For many reasons, Havoc was not very pleased right now. His outfit was ruined, and caused his blood to boil. His jeans that he used to go outside and go running were officially too worn to use. It didn't help that they were years old. Sighing, he threw his bag over his shoulder that he retrieved from his dorms and headed to the north tower. He placed on his mask of sorts, looking like a normal fourth year, with no reason to harm anyone that stood in his way. Within his mind, however, he was sorting a plan, something that would take a while to implement. First, he needed to see how far he could push people. What Havoc needed was a test, and he was not about to use someone like Alana Finch. She was a little too feisty, and not so easily manipulated. 'If Chaos had not screwed up, I would not be here now trying to clean up his mess,' thought Havoc as he ascended the stairs. Everyone in the school knew by now, surely, what he had done. Logan Vacarius, a fifth year now, was a victim of assault. Though it would have been murder had Chaos thought things through. He supposed that was why he was here. To help things along.

Of course, Havoc would not ever get his own hands dirty. So far, he managed to get a few on his side, but have not yet complete. What he needed was someone to use, to turn from uncertainty to blind faith within him. Almost like looking at him as a savior. Aethlinde was like that to him, sort of, but she was of dirty blood. Eventually, he would have to change that. Havoc eventually found his way to the top, only to find that someone else was here. Someone in his year and house. He tried to remember her name but to no avail. Havoc did have another flaw, he rarely remembered people that he did not associate himself with. Havoc narrowed his purple eyes slightly, before deciding to get her attention, seeing as she was writing something down. Havoc would never try to meddle into someone's diary. He was not that low. "You seem troubled," state Havoc, his tone gentle, somewhat friendly. Little did he know, her problem was something that he can definitely help her with, and himself along the way.​

 

[Alexis Bennet]

Hypervigilance was key with the secrets the girl was keeping so Lexi kept her gaze, for the most part, off of the letter she was writing and around her surroundings. Truly the last thing she needed was a nosy little first year ruining what she was only just starting to discover. Her hopes were high already. She might even change her first name to rid herself of the dirty werewolf that had thankfully died. Such a nasty beast deserved such a fate. How her brother could date the werewolves sister was beyond her. It even made her feel a little sick to her stomach to think that Jay supported it but Jay was the perfect child, of course he did. Bitterly Lexi scoffed to herself but her thoughts were brought back to the present when she heard a voice. She narrowed her eyes sharply as the girl folded the letter tightly, perhaps a little suspiciously but she had done it and there was no going back now. “I’m fine, thank you.” Looking at the boy, Lexi knew who he was only because she knew who his brother was. Attempted murder at Hogwarts was not something people forgot about or skipped over. Of course, Lexi didn’t know the entire truth as there were so many rumours surrounding it that it had come to a point where she had stopped listening. Such a stupid boy he must have been to do that while in school and earning his wand and yet the boy’s brother was concerned for her. She softened a little, feeling guilty for responding so harshly. He hadn’t deserved that when he was probably troubled himself.

Lexi pushed a strand of her strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes and said, “Sorry - I…” She wasn’t going to explain to the boy why she had been so sharp but that didn’t mean she couldn’t apologize. “I’m Lexi,” the girl said, trying to be a little kinder still but only because she knew his name. Well.. the name that mattered. Zchefarovich. His given name could be Cucumber for all she knew and he would still get a little bit of her respect. His parents maybe not as much strictly because that would be a ridiculous name. The girl had a lot of sympathy for people with broken names when they deserved more. As a Pureblood she definitely did. Something more regal would be appropriate for a pureblood as her grandfather told her but for now Lexi was all she could come up with. ​

 

[Havoc Zhefarovich]

There was no mistaking the fact that this girl seemed a little suspicious to him, but Havoc knew better. His pride was like diamond. Impossible to scratch. No one here could possibly bring him harm. So, he was overall not feeling threatened by the girl. Havoc gave a curt nod as she said that she was fine. Perhaps, perhaps not. But it was as of no concern to him. He held a letter within his hand that he was going to send to his brother, Chaos. The name was written clear as day, with neat, cursive handwriting. There was still the murmur about his brother that Havoc would absolutely love to quiet down, but he did not know how to do that just yet. "As long as you are certain," Havoc spoke, as he looked out a window, and motioned for his falcon to swoop in. He attached the letter to his talons before sending it away. His bird was the New Zealand Falcon, which was known for its aggression. It was definitely not Havoc's favorite companion, because he had a snake within his bag, curled up and asleep. At least, it wasn't moving but alive, so he assumed that it was asleep.

His eyebrows raised when she apologized, before introducing herself. Well, she had been a little bit edgy moments ago, but that was about it. Havoc's lips finally formed a smile, as he decided to introduce himself, "My name is Havoc. My last name needs not be said. I'm sure it is obvious." Good, now he was definitely within the mode of the perfect gentleman. He needed to remain in this if he decided to use her. Then again, he needed to see if there was anything worth using within her. He needed to know more. Havoc would not associate himself with too many lesser beings. Aethlinde was on the line, as were Lydia and Dina. "Because of my last name, I will need to know your blood status. If you don't mind." Havoc decided that this information was important. He would definitely want to know for his own purposes. He didn't know many purebloods that were not related to him. His mother and father didn't keep up with family names like some of the others did.​

 

[Alexis Bennet]

Lexi didn't feel that the boy's remark needed a response because yes, she was certain that she could handle herself. She was not the type of person to willingly flaunt her feelings about anything. Much less something she could be punished for even if she was right to support purity. People had grown week over the last few generations. Their support of mudbloods, blood traitors and dirty creatures was appalling. As Havoc introduced himself, something which was unnecessary because of his twin, she eyed him. There were so many of his family around New Zealand and some who were practically useless too. However, his next remark allowed her to think that he was less of a blood traitor than she otherwise might have. She'd seen him spend time with people of lesser blood, after all. "I'm pure," she answered haughtily. She wished, however, that she could be in a better family. She was born to a pathetic excuse for a pureblood family but Havoc didn't need to know this. She was relieved that the Bennet's were a small, practically unrecognizable family name for she might be even more ashamed of their choices and would be embarrassed to show her face before respectable company. Whether Havoc was that or not was still up for debate.

 

[Havoc Zhefarovich]

The way she answered with her blood status, that was something that Havoc was looking for. Ah, so she thought that she was superior. In a very true way, the pure-bloods were in fact, superior in every way. Havoc wondered if she came from a family where her response would have been justified, much like his extensive one. "Well, I must say that my company here with a girl has been non regrettable. As a pure-blood, you sound so proud, with a family I'm not familiar with. That's not uncommon. I'm not from around these parts." His Russian heritage was coming out on that one. He placed a hand to his chin, and smirked. Could this girl be more useful than the one that followed him around and was practically his servant? Perhaps. Chaos would end up having pure-blood children later, and Havoc sought the same thing. But, he had to be picky. His genetic material was sacred. "Just to see how proud you are, what do you think of someone like me hanging around with a half-breed?" If it was anything negative, he already had a response to it. And it was the truth.​