#pvrebled

  “Statically speaking one in five witches and wizards will become a serial killer, but less than one percent give or take of that is made up of Slytherins. Ironically it’s typically ones who were overlooked by all magical schools or Ravenclaws” Hanna spoke as she worked on the pot of soil in front of her. She quite enjoyed Herbology, though she was a bit mad at having to take it for the eighth time, but after the war-- there was no way to salvage what had been the clusterfuck of their seventh year. So instead she sat next to Draco Malfoy for what felt like the hundredth and yet oddly the first time, working on a pair assigned project.    “Pass me the trowel?” They were planting Venomous Tentacula and were expected to grow it into it’s mature stage as well as keep it alive for their midterm grade. She couldn’t expect to become a healer if she failed at doing this simple task, now could she? 

          She takes a seat on the tops of one of the desks close to him,  paging through the papers once more before letting them settle in her lap.   ❝ These...  are quite good,  Draco. ❞   His work surpasses his peers in it’s details.  Aurelia can’t help but be perplexed.   ❝ Which is why...   I’m surprised how disinterested you seem during class. ❞

“Hello,” Hermione said quietly as she was the one who had to join Draco. He hadn’t made an effort to join her. She should hate him, deep down she knew that she couldn’t. He had been vile to her, called her all sorts of awful things and yet she could not bring herself to be nasty to him in return, not anymore at least. They transfiguration they were expected to do today was turn an object into an animal, tough magic even for her. Draco would not be able to perform the spell, but he would watch and study. Maybe one day he would be able to perform magic again if he proved himself to society. “Are you ready for us to begin? I was thinking of transfiguring that chair there into a hedgehog. What do you think?”

Neville was grown up now. True he had been through it all. First with his parents, then with the bullying from students. Even his own friends at some points, but now he was taller and stronger things didn’t scare him that often anymore. His level of caring about what people said was low. So when the Syltherins walked past him that morning, and one made a comment he just flipped them off and said. “Good to see you too.” Though he noticed that Draco hadn’t said anything out of the group, just looked up and away. Maybe things were becoming more tense because of the Death Eaters. Neville didn’t really know. He just kept walking to his next class. He felt pity for Draco, his parents were able to communicate true unlike Neville’s, but they were awful. Everyone knew it.

 "You keep your own opinions to yourself. I know it's a crazy notion, but I'm not in much of a mood to entertain you and your giant ego."

Wrapping her robe tightly around her body, Eris made her way into the kitchen, curious as to who had showed up. Shock caused her to stop her movements for a moment when she saw her cousin standing here, her eyes cautiously moving over him as though she had been imagining him until she caught sight of the blood. Without a second thought, Eris moved forward, her arms quickly wrapping around his side to help support his weight. “Merlin Draco. Kreacher go get me warm water, cloths and lots of slave and a healing draught.” She looked up at her cousin for a moment as she began to move them to one of the sitting rooms. “Who did this.”

                            ❝ You don’t get to determine the circumstances, but you can determine the outcome.... if you play your cards right. ❞ He cant afford to be sentimental, even if he wanted to, but there is no malice in his voice. However harsh his words may sound, they are meant to encourage.