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𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 does not correspond well with rude people, under any and all circumstances. She doesn't care for negativity— she cares for rainbows and sunny days and picnic lunches in fields of flowers. Sure, she's got a few minor problems, which mind you she adores to pretend don't exist . . . But she's doing good, really, she's doing good, right? Anyway, if Eliyra had it her way, the wizarding world would be a shiny happy place and she wouldn't feel afraid to be returning to Hogwarts for her fourth year of schooling. If she had it her way, tulips would be more prevalent in England, and her mother and father wouldn't hate her guts for being sorted into the wrong house. Life would be good, for real this time.
But it isn't!
Partially, because she's got these terrible, gut splitting visions — a side affect of the seer line passed down through centuries and centuries of Goldsmiths — that ravage her mind, (only seeming to become worse by the day.) In truth, she doesn't handle the strain well — holding herself up to be the self proclaimed queen of unhealthy coping mechanisms. The girl would do anything, literally anything at all to get her mind off of the dark lord's undeniable return . . . and opportunity has arisen in the haughty blonde slytherin that now sits next to her in sixth period!
So Eliyra's going to do Draco a solid! She's going to forceHogwart's resident arsehole to face the music and shake that chip off of his shoulder!
It'll be a challenge, though when has Eliyra Goldsmith ever been known to turn down a challenge?
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