𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 a splash of supremacy 」

Opening the pages, something instantly caught Remus' attention in the left-wing of the castle. He paused for a moment, kind of hoping the map was lying. Using one finger, he pointed at the spot of gathered students knowing there was trouble. Once they all saw what was happening, they glanced between each other as they tried to think of the quickest route there. McGonagall could wait.

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Spending an hour or so in the library with both Edith and Mary, it was time to go meet the others. They had planned to spend their time wandering the corridors or sitting in one of the window seats till curfew as none of them had work to do. It was just something to do on a long Wednesday evening. The three skipped through the halls mindlessly, waiting at the bottom of the astronomy tower and were soon joined by the rest.

Like most school evenings, the group was tired beyond belief. That left Marlene wanting to boost the mood. As the group trudged through the halls, they collectively got happier as they talked more. Faint laughter and soft-spoken words, the teens didn't want to disturb the tranquillity of the hour.

Both Marlene and Eleanor took the lead, followed by Edith and Delilah, then Mary, Dorcas and Lily. The two blondes were linking arms -as always- and were nattering about the new song release from Queen, one of Delilah's favourites and the others had naturally grown to love them too. Although the blondes were more into metal, they never opposed other genres. Especially if their friends were into them.

The group rounded the corner to their spot, only to see it had been infested by others. Ones that Eleanor had gotten to know far too well for her own liking. They were everywhere and nowhere, with something opinionated to say. The minority that gave a whole house a bad reputation, based on the prejudice that came from the side that proclaimed to be 'good'.

Unfortunately, Eleanor had the displeasure of knowing most of them - even if it was just by a recognisable last name. Most of their families were accomplices or clientele of her father's vast range of businesses, which had really kept the blonde from being antagonised by them, unlike her other friends. She received a glare or two, even a mocking laugh when she passed by, but the only one brave enough to talk to her had been Avery. Although, he mostly kept his distance too.

"They're not even on the seats, let's just go sit there. I'm sure they'll leave soon." Lily urged them forward, not wanting to be discouraged by a bunch of -mostly- teenage boys. With that, the group proceeded and carried on their usual conversations. Until the two blondes came to a halt. Evidently, they had caught the attention of the pretentious group as a few had moved in their way, blocking the corridor. Eleanor was not in the mood.

Besides Avery, there was Mulciber and Rabastan. It was quite typical for them to always be together. They could cause more harm that way and receive less backlash.

Shaving off the majority of his hair was best for his facial structure, having unruly hair predicted his psychotic humour, hence his lack of it now. His eyes were hard as stone in an onyx shade, nothing but evilness pooled from him. He was sly and deceptive, able to weasel his way out of any situation. He had a generic build and was a generic height. When people crossed Mulciber, his height and weight were the last things they worried about, even in the halls of Hogwarts. The boy was light-skinned and wore a silver piercing that held a real diamond to flaunt his wealth. Rabastan was utterly bipolar without having the disorder. Like Mulciber, he was emotionless. Never caring if he hurt people to get what he wanted, he acted like he was above the law and never received consequences because of his family name. His family infiltrated the ministry, occupying the top jobs, making him untouchable. Eleanor had seen another side to him. When it was just him and Avery, he seemed human and lacked his god complex. He'd been kind to El, helping her out. Did that change or excuse what he'd done? No, but it had proven he was capable of that change. He was hypnotising, which helped him when he was in trouble, people tend to go easier on pretty people. Icy eyes that reflected his frozen heart, followed, watched and preyed on those that dared to cross him. You never knew what to expect. His families values predicted his next moves.