The Blood on the Ground

✢ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

"ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒ ᵈᵃʳᵏᵉʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿˡᵉˢˢ ᵐⁱᵈⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ."
⁻ ᴰᵉᵃⁿ ᴷᵒᵒⁿᵗᶻ

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It was an Order meeting.

It seemed like she had just got back home for the summer and was now back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet, at the same time, it felt like a brand new feeling in total.

Lilith Black was sitting at the Professors' table, trying to get comfortable with the feeling.

She spotted some students who have grown up since she last saw them.

Lilith Black was sitting at the teachers' table, trying to get a good look at everyone around her.

On the top of her head, she could spot Liberty Rowle, Royalty Boot, and a few other students she remembers by full name.

Lilith Black was sitting at the Professors' table, trying to get comfortable with the feeling.

She spotted some students who have grown up since she last saw them.

Lilith Black was sitting at the teachers' table, trying to get a good look at everyone around her.

On the top of her head, she could spot Liberty Rowle, Royalty Boot, and a few other students she remembers by full name.

Lilith Black was sitting at the teachers' table, trying to get a good look at everyone around her.

What she noticed so far was that whoever was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - she heard that is a rumored curse about the position - was surely late.

But, her mind decided not to focus on that since the first years had just decided to roll into the Great Hall.

"It's still a small amount," she muttered to herself, noticing the number of first-years there was this year.

"At least it is better than last year where we only had three - which was honestly better than the previous year when we had not even a single first year," pointed out Pomona Sprout, the Herbology professor who just so happened to be sitting beside the redhead.

She guessed she had to agree with that point.

Lilith Black was sitting at the teachers' table, trying to get a good look at everyone around her.

What she noticed so far was that whoever was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - she heard that is a rumored curse about the position - was surely late.

But, her mind decided not to focus on that since the first years had just decided to roll into the Great Hall. Even if the empty chair of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was right beside her chair.

The sorting of the new students went just as fast as one could blink her eyes. The sorting of the new students - who happened to be double the amount of the second-year students at Hogwarts - went faster than Lilith expected it to go.