And here we lead back to the debate of who's good and who's evil. That line isn't strong, nor is it permanent. We fluctuate between sides all the time because the line is so blurred. The only distinction we get is based on who is telling the story. It is very easy to assume everything when we know very little to begin with. So, how do we stop them from making the permanent cross to what we consider 'evil'? It is simple, really. We don't. At the end of the day, it was down to them. If they don't realise that they have a choice then they will never be able to pick what we consider good. Nobody wants to help. Not Dumbledore, not the Ministry, not the people; they are grouped in and labelled without any proof. In a few years, it will be so much easier to have them killed than put in the work to provoke change. These children are just numbers. Keep them in line and keep them alive long enough to fight. Yes, the war that they started. It's ironic, isn't it? Sending the innocent into the battlefield when this was never their war.
It was strange, though. As Adelaide sat in front of the fire, surrounded by the boys who were next in line to be marked, she wanted nothing to do with them. Yet every fibre of her body told her to stay like she was glued to the spot. She wasn't in control of her body anymore, she couldn't even move. It wasn't her. All she wanted to do was apologise to Clementine but she would forget as soon as she tried and would only remember a few hours later. The two resorted to longing looks. The teary eyes of the girl were enough to shatter Ada's heart but she was stronger than that. Now, she received glares from Caoimhe which was strange but not surprising and Emmeline looked three steps from murder. It didn't take them to find another. Since Violet's dabbling with Adelaide's group, Georgia had returned to her original friends with mass amounts of apologies. She never belonged with anyone else in the first place. It was nice seeing Georgia smile again, Violet couldn't deny that - though - she wished that she'd be the one to do so.
"Are you even listening to me!" Caprice scoffed at the two girls, it took everything in Adelaide not to roll her eyes. After all, she was going to be stranded with this girl through her seventh year. That was over a year away yet. Adelaide pulled her eyes away from Clementine who was sat with her newfound friend Rowan and his friends. That, she didn't understand. He was the one that abandoned her at the ball but she wasn't in a position to judge.
"Does it look like I'm listening?" Ada countered, looking the girl up and down. Honestly, she couldn't stand the girl and had no idea why Violet kept her around. Violet let out a small snort as she turned her gaze from the Ravenclaw table to the two girls around her.
"Be nice." She said, giving the Westbrook a smile before turning back to Caprice. "What were you saying. Sorry, I seemed to have missed it." Violet spoke, giving the girl the encouragement to talk again. Their situation was complex and it was obvious that Violet didn't like her that much but she would turn around and treat her like a little sister.
"Well, I was trying to tell you that Jovan asked me to go on a date to Hogsmeade!" The girl gloated joyfully, making the two other girls smile awkwardly. Wilkes, as he was more notoriously known as, was as insufferable as the lot of them - it was no wonder that Caprice got on so well with them. He was in his Seventh year and had yet to trick any girl into dating, it was no wonder why he had opted to go for her.
"That's great." Violet feigned happiness, knowing full well how these boys tended to operate. "Where's he taking you?" It was likely that they'd be engaged before he left. A little bit of effort at the beginning to fool the girl and then marry her to continue the bloodline. And then they head off to work at the ministry and take work 'trips' with their friends where they mix with the muggles. Party, sex, drugs: whilst their wife sits at home raising a snotty toddler and is occasionally dressed up to take to the latest ball. Violet knew the girl would amount to be nothing more than a trophy wife down that path but maybe she'd be happy like that, unlike the other two.
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