#problem solved;;

"You ruined it. You don’t want anyone to care."

The comment caused Aoife’s heart to sink to her stomach, an unsettling feeling she’d had since she joined the Death Eaters and kept it a secret from her family. While fear dominated her actions, guilt had been swallowing her whole. She’d abandoned her family, the people she should love and follow, but instead she decided on a different path, and for potentially empty promises and the feeling that maybe she wasn’t useless after all.

     It stung to hear those words, especially from her sister; her younger sister whom she was supposed to protect and set an example for. The person she was supposed to help out, and if it came down to it, save — not be on the enemy line killing her allies.

          ❝Maybe you shouldn’t have cared in the first place.❞

Hestia simply smiled at the older girl’s statement. She knew quite well that it was never going to happen. No one, in their right mind, would ever let a Weasley rule, no matter their blood status or allegiance. The family was looked down upon in her organization, and for good reason. While her parents never slandered the Weasley name, they knew better than to acquaint themselves with filth. But for the sake of keeping her name pure, Hestia had to agree; play nice like everyone expected her to. Play nice so they don’t feel the knife she’s stabbing through their backs.

          ❝I think you’d make the p e r f e c t queen.❞

          ❝Say it louder, not enough people heard you,❞ Sloane replied with a smirk.

     The Slytherin girl looked around to find a few of their peers staring at them, their eyes narrowed at the two girls as though they were their targets. Chuckling at the people’s reactions, she turned away and nodded in agreement at what the Gryffindor had just said.

          ❝I agree on some level, but I also feel like morning sex is definitely up there. I mean, it’s nice and calm, you’re not getting drilled like the pavement in muggle London.❞

Sloane smirked at the blonde’s reaction, blowing the top of the marshmallow blaster before setting it down in front of the untouched pile of textbooks. They had a small exam coming up, and while the rest of her roommates tried to study, Sloane was taking one of her hourly breaks and opted to mess with some of the girls, her methods including a marshmallow blaster, a toy she’d started to pack with her in her fourth year.

          ❝Well, Vic, have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, I meant to almost shoot you? At least try catching it and not let me waste my marshmallows.❞

Sloane’s gaze was fixated on the view of the sea from the Astronomy tower as she listened to Lucy’s voice. Her eyes rolled over to the side to look at Lucy as her mind processed what the other girl was saying, a cloud of smoke escaped her lips. Usually, when the two thought of something to do, they follow the idea with a plan of action. Of course, plans sometimes had their faults, and at that moment, theirs was not having one at all. Taking another drag of her joint and releasing the smoke, Sloane folded her free arm over her stomach as she shrugged her shoulders lightly.

          ❝Que sera, sera, my darling,❞ Sloane replied calmly, looking back at the sea. ❝I suppose we’ll just have to take some time to come up with one together. As they say, two heads are better than one.❞