Wit's End

[Neven Lurken]

Neven Lurken was back for a second year, and his mother had yet to even write to him. Why? She always wrote to him two or three times within the first day. This time, she didn't write at all. With classes looming over the second years, at least he took note that he would not have to take Flying. He hated the professor that taught the class. Neven hated a lot of the professors that took their jobs seriously, and enjoyed it. It was a waste of time and space. Neven also wanted to shake off the reputation that his mother had while in school as well. At least Rhea never came to this school. He could take heart in knowing that. This was his time, but he still wanted to know something from his mother that she just kept dodging the question of. Who was his dad? Did she even know? Sure, Christopher made a good step-father, and he found a lot of things in common with him, but it still bothered him that he did not have that one void in his heart filled. Knowledge was all he wanted, and it was not what he was getting.

Neven eventually found the stairs that led to the upper levels from the dungeons and sat down on the corner, leaning against the wall. It likely dirtied up his uniform but he did not care. He wanted to rest a bit, before facing the live of school and education. Break did not last long enough. He got to see Rhea, and spend a lot of time with his mom and step-dad. Neven was lucky. No, his mom was luckier. She managed to find someone to really make her smile. It was about time too, since he was tired of her bitter hatred to all men, except for her son of course. Neven lightly tapped his head against the brick, trying to see why his mother had not sent him any letters. Was something wrong?​

 

[Maise Verdereau]

Maise was finally back at school again. She had missed being at school, mostly because her parents were really digging into her about tradition and whatnot. She'd hated talking about it when she was younger and she hated it even more now. Being a pureblood really sucked sometimes. Some of the other purebloods she'd met in her time at the school had done nothing to make her want to change her mind about being a pureblood either. She would pretend she was a muggleborn until the day she died if she had to. Just because her parents were old and couldn't have another child, didn't mean she had to be their last hope or whatever they kept going on about. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Maise headed down to the dungeons. She hadn't seen her best friend this morning and figured they could head to class together, but the class was on the third floor, so if they were going to walk together she was going to have to find her. If they both walked from their common rooms they wouldn't meet up. First class of the year, she almost felt it was cruel for classes to have started already.

Stepping into the dungeons, she realised that she would not have a lot of luck finding Brooklyn if she happened to be in the common room. Unfortunately for Maise, she was not a Slytherin. A fact that annoyed her after Brooklyn had become her best friend. It was so hard to be best friends if you weren't in the same house. She was just glad they had the same classes and such. Made this easier. Looming around she noticed a younger boy sitting by the stairs against the wall. He was wearing the Slytherin robes and she approached him slowly. "Hey, can I ask you a favour?" she asked, kneeling to his level.
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[Neven Lurken]

Neven looked up as someone asked him a question. Looking over her robes, he noticed that she was a Gryffindor. Casting lumos for light, the Slytherin held his want at his side. When he was about to tell her to piss off, the shade of her eyes struck him as familiar. They were eerily similar to his mother’s. As far as he was aware, the only other sister he had was Rhea, and she was much older than him. Did his mom have another baby? It was possible. She wasn’t exactly a saint. But, he did not want to say anything just yet. Neven did not know. But her hair was just like his mom’s. It was uncanny. Neven stared at her for a few moments, before shaking his head. He needed to stop gawking at her before he seemed like a creep. “What do you want?” Neven asked, though his tone shook a little bit, showing that he was a little on the nervous side. Actually, he didn’t want to even think about another sibling. Even though he had a suspicion that his mother was going to have another soon. She wasn’t exactly infertile, and she was married. “What’s your name, Gryffindor?”
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[Maise Verdereau]

Maise blinked as she was struck with a lumos all of a sudden. In the darkened corridors of the dungeons, the lumos lit up the corner very well. She put her hand out in front of her to shield her eyes from the lights and frowned when he stared at her. What, did she have something on her face? Soon, he stopped staring at her and she blinked again. He was a little bit weird. He seemed a little nervous, though she wasn't sure why. She hoped she hadn't startled him or something. "Uh, I was looking for my friend, Brooklyn, I thought maybe you could check the common room since I can't go in there and all." She said as she looked at him. To her knowledge, they'd never met, but it was like he was trying to figure out where he'd seen her before. She was almost positive she'd never met the boy before. Besides, he was younger than her. "Oh, um my name's Marcheline Verdereau. But most people call me Maise." She said smiling slightly and holding her hand out. "What's your name?"
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[Neven Lurken]

Neven nodded slightly, having a feeling that he knew who she was talking about. “So, you are friends with the one that hates my blood status. With that in mind, you can shove your request straight up your lion ass.” Neven did not take kindly for those that hated without a reason. He himself did not care for muggles but it was mostly their inventions that freaked him out. It was not a hatred though. And he did not understand Brooklyn’s since he never saw anyone bullying her. Then again, if anyone was, he would have ignored it anyway. “Neven Lurken,” coldly responded the Slytherin as he glared toward her, not knowing why she would be friends with someone like that. Then again, maybe she was muggle born too. “Do your parents share that eye color of yours, by the way?” Neven wanted to know, for some reason. He saw it in his mom and sister, so he wondered why she would have it. Was she a relative from the Hurley side?
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