Set Fire to The Rain

[Avrille Grinaes]

The overwhelming nostalgia that her peers had looming over their heads was enough to make Avrille sick. She did not understand how anyone, other than the filthiest of all mudbloods, could appreciate Hogwarts New Zealand. She loathed it and when it was all over, she would rejoice in the fact that it was no longer a necessity to see these creatures any longer. The day when she could tell all these pathetic excuses for a life form that she was not sorry to be saying goodbye forever, was a precious day. Avrille would join the ranks of liberators while the rest of her peers would likely just end up being cattle, moo-ing when they were told to and the way they were told to - until they reached the slaughter house. And although it was a nasty thought for any other human being, it pleased Avrille to imagine her being that slaughter house and executing the unworthy. Her green eyes lit and her fingers tingled happily at the idea of watching the life escape from someone's eyes but it only caused her mouth to puff out a sigh because she would have to wait until the day she could speak her first killing curse.

However, this waiting was not easy when around swill so Avrille Grinaes found herself in the Dungeons, around those she deemed most worthy - the Slytherins. She admired the house of Salazar Slytherin, despite belonging to the Ravenclaw home. It was not like she wished to be in Slytherin, in fact she would much prefer to be at Durmstrang among the Dark Arts but they were the best in a bad situation. So she waited for one of her acquaintances and spoke briefly to them in their mother tongue which was thankfully German so they could speak in private about their plans for their graduation and becoming Death Eaters, side-by-side. This was because the Slytherin male had much talent and would be good for her to keep around like a pet, should she need him to do her bidding. He was not particularly intelligent and it was good for only that. Rumors had gone around, very small and nearly insignificant ones, that they were dating but this was furthest from the truth. He was an inferior being to Avrille and she could hardly be with a person of inferior wit to her own, she needed to be pushed forward, besides the boy was hardly handsome enough to tempt her. In fact, she had not met any boy with whom she felt a pull so she could only scoff the rumors off and leave him to his duties once he told her he must go to the Quidditch Pitch. Now, Avrille brushed her spider-like fingers through her thin, black hair and stood in the dungeons, looking around with her wand before her, just standing and waiting for nothing but the sweet release of graduation or death. Whichever came first.​

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[Amaryllis Loncar]

Something appeared to be growing inside of Amaryllis, a feeling that she couldn't quite place. Could it have been lonliness, sentimentality, nostalgia, or all of the above? All the eighteen year old knew was that she had been wandering around the castle all day with just that feeling inside of her, screaming out to her, but in all her knowledge and effort Amaryllis could not put a name to it. Perhaps the feeling had been brought up with the departure of Riley and Jenn, the Slytherin girl hadn't seen her friend and girlfriend in person since their graduation party and since then, the bubbly Loncar girl had been detatched from her classmates, becoming focused on her lessons and grades, she so desperately wanted a reputable job in the Wizarding World and had hardly considered that she may have benefited from gaining some more friends and letting loose a little more. Amy was becoming more fitted to the house of Salazar Slytherin, she had more ambition than could be measured in any of her classmates, and had no reason to want to converse with any of them, even her cheerleading had suffered in her transition into the dark sense of melancholy she was experiencing, but Amaryllis Bella couldn't have noticed it herself. Just as she stepped forward, a glint was apparant in the young woman's eyes. There it was, she knew what that nagging in her stomach was. Of all the darkness the happy girl had brushed aside, it seemed to be coming back for her, brimming up near her eyelids as her loose brunette hair fell across them.

There was a real Slytherin inside of her, fighting to break out of the pretty lips she posessed and Amy had not any idea what she was to do with herself. So, leaving the charms classroom, she made her way to the Slytherin house, letting her fingers run along the cold walls before letting her books slip from her fingers onto the mess around her bed, which had spread through her dormroom, much to the disapproval of her dorm mates. Leaving behind the room, Amaryllis smiled at the various serpent designs that littered the house of Slytherin that she had never fully appreciated before, and with that she made her way to the dungeons, wand in hand and her Slytherin robes trailing behind her. She sepped along the cold stone, not realising that she had completely bare feet and that her toes were becoming purple. She should have been headed to the owlery to write a letter to her girlfriend, but instead she found solace in the dark dungeon, waiting for acquaintance of some other kind to come along. "I want out of here." she mumbled to herself, graduation couldn't come sooner. She was rearing to become a grown up, to live in New York with her girlfriend, or to find her own way in the adult world, she didn't know which yet, but she knew where she was right now was not where she wanted to be.​

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[Avrille Grinaes]

Avrille was surprised to hear someone else voice the words the stumbled through her mind but she maintained her stoic expression as she always had. When she was five to when she was seventeen, there was no difference. The death of her parents brought the same, calculating, stare that Avrille always had. Now her green orbs fell onto a girl that she had seen before in class but not paid much attention to her simply because her education - if you could even call it that at this mess of a school - was more important than fraternizing. Besides, Avrille's sister had done enough of that for any Grinaes that there were, are and will be. The Ravenclaw lowered her wand but still had a firm grip on it and performed a rarity - speaking: "It seems our thoughts are kindred." There was a moment of silence between the two strangers when Avrille took the chance to look over the appearance of this Slytherin girl. Her gaze followed the tip of her wand which was lit and there was a moment - a brief moment but a moment nonetheless - when the black haired girl's expression flickered from utter numbness to slight confusion. This girl who also yearned to be outside of the castle walls was barefoot. It may be warm outside but the dungeons were always a cold place, perhaps it was to match the hearts of the Slytherins or a heating problem but this girl must have felt something. There was being whimsical and then there was being idiotic but Avrille thought they were one-in-the-same. So once more Avrille spoke, in the same Germanic accent that she had never lost, "Where are your shoes?"

There was one thing that everybody could appreciate about Avrille Nastia and it was just how blunt she was. Some may call it tactless but it was easier not to dance around a subject and get straight to the point, especially when you were a person like Avrille who detested other humans and followed the ironic advice of Polonius, "'Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice'". This was why when she spoke, she spoke her meaning after calculating the words. It had kept her out of quarrels and dramatics like many girls were constantly in with each other like the two Slytherin girls who had fought with each other after the disbanded gossip magazine writer had been discovered. For a while it brought amusement to Avrille in how truly worked up everyone was, even the Head Girl at the time. But this was many moons ago and the gossip had not stopped there. Avrille was a testament to this with her Slytherin friend who she had just spent time with and it all slid off her like water on a ducks back. Whether it did for this girl, Avrille did not know. Along with her name, so she inquired, "Your name?" Avrille would leave this girl room to answer her before she responded with her own answer to this question as she was still waiting to know why her feet were bare.​