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A veil of darkness loomed over the small village of Hogsmeade. Its moon and stars swept above like a sheath of the softest silk. Nature, beauty and magic all enthused into the one beautiful scene that was the night sky. The surrounding village was quiet; It had become as lifeless as the haunting grounds of the local churchyard. All was quiet, all except for a conceited beauty, whose heavy boots thudded audibly against the cobbles below.

A light breeze whispered in through the surrounding air, tugging briefly at Evangeline’s long locks of dark curls, as if it were attempting to catch her attention. Yet it failed to do so. She was too engrossed in her own thoughts. Although it was the same place she’d visited for many years, things had changed.  She was no longer the petulant young woman she once was.  The years had changed her, molded her into the empress of her own fortune.  

There were only a fair few that she deemed worthy of her company, and one of those was her dear friend Orla Weston.  The two had been friends throughout all the troubles of their lives, and for that Evangeline was grateful.  She hadn’t a clue how she could have dealt with the past few years without her.

Tonight was a rare occasion in which Evangeline found herself without child.  She made her way into the nearest pub, pushing her cloak from her shoulders and took a seat without even a glance around the room.  She hadn’t a care who was there.  She was here to meet her friend, and had been looking forward to the evening for a long while.  Should anyone even attempt to ruin it, all hell would break loose.