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1956 / Re: Nyctophilia | Jere
« on: 05/11/2019 at 19:16 »
She had forgotten, or had never really remembered in the first place. One of the two. It had been a really long time since she had read the story, after all.

If he was looking at working at the Snake Pit, then she had a clue as to the sort of work he might be interested in. She'd probably need to ask if he had an opening first, but....

"I might know a guy who can offer the sort of work you're looking for. If you want, I could ask if he has an opening?" The last was more of a question than a statement.

Seamus had both legitimate and....less legitimate enterprises. What work he had for Jeremiah would likely depend on what the young man was interested in, and how his particular skills fit in to benefit the business as a whole. Her older brother had always been good at human resources and logistics.

"If you're not busy around the winter holidays, it might be nice to hang out a bit. By then, I should know if there's an opening."

Etain stood then, and stretched. It was late. Probably closer to one than she would want to admit. She needed sleep. He probably needed sleep. and unless she was dead wrong, she may have just found a friend once she was free of the school. She already knew she had a business, but a friend or two was never a bad thing.

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1956 / Re: Nyctophilia | Jere
« on: 05/04/2019 at 18:26 »
This would be her last year, and then she would be free of Hogwarts. The thought that their paths might cross again was a pleasant one, and she mentally berated herself for not making more friends, or trying to get to know people like Jeremiah sooner.

Maybe it wasn't too late.

"It's kinda been passed down through the students in my family," she admitted. "It's a map of Hogwarts. My mum did most of the drawing, Ashling added the Hedge Maze and the Dungeons, and Seamus figured out how to make the stairs and maze and other parts move like they actually do. I'm just trying to make it so that not everyone can use it. Imagine if this fell into the wrong hands..."

Like hers. Or maybe like his? It was a good thing her intentions were mostly pure in this regard.

"What are you planning to do after camp ends?" It was an equally personal question to him asking about the map, at least in her mind.

She couldn't explain why, but she just had a gut feeling that their paths had crossed now and not before for a reason. It was like how she knew what needed to be done to the map, even if she was having some difficulty pulling it together.

She turned to him as she awaited his answer, though her mind was on something else.
Open Sesame Maybe he had provided a better idea than she had thought. Maybe he had actually provided the answer she had needed, and she just wasn't thinking about it right.

Something that wouldn't be used in conversation or easily guessed. Something her family would know, and could be discovered if one worked hard enough to figure it out. Yes, he had given her an answer she could work with.

"You're more helpful than you think. I just needed to look at it a different way." She smiled at Jeremiah, then. A genuine, friendly smile.

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1956 / Re: Nyctophilia | Jere
« on: 04/29/2019 at 14:38 »
She had, legitimately, lost track of time. He would never believe it, and she knew that. What Professor or Prefect ever actually believed that a student caught out after hours had lost track of time...especially in a library if they weren't a Ravenclaw. She may or may not have been bitter about one or two instances over the years.

Jeremiah parroted her words back to her, but she could feel what he didn't say. He was good. More than that, he wasn't exactly wrong.

It was a project, just a lot bigger than her. Well, a lot bigger than just her. She was the fourth O'Brien to add to it, and she would not be the last. She just had to figure out which of the twins was more gifted with Charms.

"Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. I know it." It didn't fit. Well, it partially fit. It gave her something to show the map, which was what she had asked for, but she needed another phrase to make it disappear. How was she going to make it disappear, and it not be something used in everyday conversation?

Naturally, he asked why she would ask something like that. Fair. It was an odd question, and rather out of the blue to anyone but her. The thought that Jeremiah Smallweed had graduated already, and there would be no harm in telling just one soul what she was actually working on crossed her mind again.

"I need to make something disappear and reappear on command, but I'm having a devil of a time thinking of what phrases to use to make that happen. Thought your answer might spark an idea, but I guess it's just too late for good sparks tonight." Maybe she would dream something up. Maybe. Probably not. She still had this year, though.

Etain stifled a yawn as she packed up everything she had been working with. It really amounted to the map, a pen, and a pad of paper that was completely blank where she had meant to write ideas as they came.

If they came.

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1956 / Re: 1956 Luxembourg Cup | QUIDDITCH GAME
« on: 04/24/2019 at 01:08 »

Team Madeleine



Etain #10 Beater

Pilar had blocked her bludger, but Etain didn't mind. It was good to know that the girl was a decent beater herself. The redhead would have focused on that bludger, but there was another free. Besides, it seemed Lysander was able to shake it off anyway. Or, at least, she hoped he was.

The chaos unfolding below her was a bit much. The reed boy seemed out of sorts, as was exemplified by his fall from his broom. There was a reason they always played over softer ground, but that wouldn't stop him from getting hurt. Part of her wished she had her wand so she could at least cast a wingardium on him. The other part of her was glad he wasn't on her team. It looked like Sol was after him though, so he should end up safe enough.

In the mean time their Keeper had a Quaffle and a Seeker coming at her, and that simply wouldn't do. One of those threats needed to be re-directed. Especially because that poor girl looked like a first year. Etain located the other bludger [Adieu], and rocketed off after it. Then she swung hard, hitting the bludger at Macaron Seeker, Laurel Douglass.

Pity Romero was on the bench instead of up here too. He seemed like the sort that would have worked well with her. Cole seemed skittish. Ren was young though, and it didn't seem like he had found his fire quite yet.

She had learned long ago that hitting a bludger at someone was an intent to do them harm, or at least mess up their broom a bit, distract them, and turn them about. She'd heard stories though, from her Mum, of what a good bludger strike could really do. And she had heard stories of her otets on the pitch, though not from her Mum. But, at least in her mind, to hit a bludger without intent was to flail with a bat at a big metal ball, and probably get yourself hurt in the process.

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1956 / Re: just like the movies | Étain
« on: 04/17/2019 at 16:10 »
She didn't bother mentioning that they were in the same cabin. Well, same group of cabins, really. Lia must have been in charge of some of the younger years.  After all, she couldn't really see the older years being completely insane during summer. Most of them had bigger fish to fry at this point.

She knew she did.

Etain spared another glance at the screen. Films were supposed to be an escape. She had never been one for horror or monster flicks. Suspense was far more up her alley. She'd been quite the fan of Alfred Hichcock's work for some years now.

"I agree, I'm not thrilled about Godzilla. I wish it had been Rear Window, or something similar. I might even go for a Disney over this, but you never heard me say that," Etain agreed with a smile. she would never openly admit to her deep and abiding love for musicals or Disney animated films, but she also wouldn't miss them if given half the chance.

"I really just cam here to get away from my twin brothers. They're second years next term. I love them, but I can only stand to be around them in small doses," she admitted.

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1956 / Re: Nyctophilia | Jere
« on: 04/17/2019 at 15:41 »
Etain blinked as the door was pushed open. Damned if it wasn't Jeremiah Smallweed standing before her. Wasn't he the lead counselor for her cabin?

This presented a problem.

"Bit late, innit."

"I must have lost track of time," she replied offhandedly.

Carefully, Etain folded the map as though she were just packing up for the night. Preservation charms or not, the map was still a couple decades old, and she had been the fourth - or was it fifth - person to hold it. She would not be the last either. Still, it wouldn't do to have such a thing openly in front of her at the moment. At least now all it showed was the front door, and not even the grounds.

It didn't look like he cared much that she was out after curfew. Just as well. He seemed more interested in the parchment in front of her. In truth, she didn't blame him much for that. She hadn't hastily folded it, but the fact that she had bothered with it at all would raise suspicion to anyone who wasn't dimwitted.

Her assessment of Smallweed was that he was anything but dimwitted.

"What's this, then?"

"Just a project." It was as dismissive as she could be while still being truthful. He had graduated though. There wouldn't be any harm in....no, surely not.

"If you were going to create a phrase that allowed you access to something...useful, what would it be?"

Aside from finding the right spell, thinking up the phrases to activate and deactivate it were the part holding her back the most. She'd been drawing a blank most of the night. Surely there wouldn't be any harm in asking for hypothetical help form Jere.

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1956 / Re: 1956 Luxembourg Cup | QUIDDITCH GAME
« on: 04/17/2019 at 15:03 »

Team Madeleine



ÉTAÍN #10 BEATER

She'd never played before. Hell, she'd never really watched before, preferring the emptiness of the Castle to the cramped Quidditch stands. This was just to pass the time and try something new. Both of her parents had played in their school days, and her father had even played professionally for a time. Either it was in her blood, or it wasn't, and this would be a pretty good tell.

Etain surveyed the pitch, noting that their captain was probably the youngest among them. That was sure to make things interesting. One of her twin half-brothers was on the bench for her same team as well. She took a second while the captains shook hands to test the weight of the beater's bat in her hands and adjust her grip. Then the game was on and she was in the air with everyone else.

It didn't take her long to find one of the free bludgers, but with the ball moving, it was harder to line up a shot than she had expected. Good thing she was a good flyer, despite never playing Quidditch. She took stock of her possible targets, including the fact that two were effectively guarded before deciding on what to do.

Etian hit the bludger [Bonjour] at the Macaron Keeper, Elena Richter, as hard as she could, aiming for center of mass. She didn't really want to hurt any of the other players, but aiming just for the broom was too small a target, and aiming for the center of the mass that was their Keeper meant she was more likely to land a hit.

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1956 / Re: just like the movies | Étain
« on: 04/06/2019 at 16:33 »
Etain had decided to visit the theater for the first time this Summer. In truth, she didn't care what was playing. Only that it gave her a place to sit in darkness, relatively unseen. It gave her a chance to get away from the twins, or anyone else that might think that she would be good company to keep at the moment.

"Mind if I join you?"

Apparently not everyone.

"Sure," Etain answered. Her tone was cordial, but probably not as welcoming as it would have been otherwise.

"Any chance you know what's playing?"

She didn't have a clue, but glanced at the screen anyway to see if she could figure it out quickly. She was answered by a magnificent shot of kaiju.

"Looks like Godzilla," she answered offhandedly. She would have preferred The King and I, but Rogers and Hammerstein were really just coming into their own. She would never admit to being excited about musicals anyway.

"I'm Etain, by the way." The girl might know her. Then again, she might not. It was a toss up, really. Being a Slytherin and generally keeping out of the lime light might have left her relatively unknown.

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1956 / Re: Discovery| EMO summer '56
« on: 04/03/2019 at 04:30 »
Later the same day

I went with Seamus to Azkaban today. While he questioned some man about a quill that seemed to have odd properties, I looked in on my father.

At first, he looked exactly as I suspected him to. Gaunt, and nearly lifeless, with just the barest hint of anything close to life behind his eyes. I tried to talk to him, but got little more than grunts and dismissive gestures.

It didn't feel right though. Something about him was off, even more than the effects of the place. Whoever, no, whatever was in that cell had less substance to it than a human would.

This will require research. Lots of research. And probably more secrets that I will have to keep from Ma and pretty much everyone else around me.

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1956 / Nyctophilia | Jere
« on: 04/03/2019 at 02:23 »
15 July 1956
An otherwise empty room in Palais Longchamp
Midnight

Etain sat with a candle in front of her as she poured over a seemingly bulky and only partially unfurled parchment. The majority of it was accordion folded on either side, and the edges would have been far more frayed were it not for the preservation charms that she had placed on it fairly quickly after Seamus had passed it to her.

Carefully she watched parts of the map as they changed, mirroring what must be happening at the school in real time. She changed the way the map was folded, revealing a different part of the castle as she checked to make sure it was working properly. The last thing she wanted to do was mess it up, so she had spent the last couple of years making a list of every spell that had been used on the map so that she could repeat the process if her own project destroyed it. The only downside was that it was going to be a pain to replicate the drawings. If she could get the twins to tag-team that, it would be done in half the time, though.

She had nearly narrowed down which invisibility spell she wanted to use, but it would still take some time to make sure she had the right one, and figure out which trigger phrases she wanted to use. she would need one to make the map appear, and one to clear it.

Though her change to it was not the hardest one to make. That one would fall to whichever of the twins she gave the map to. she already knew the spell that needed to be used, but it required a great deal of power and nearly an equal amount of time. She simply wasn't sure she had the power, and she was definitely running out of time.

As sound near the entrance to the room made her sit bolt upright as she realized that she had been focused on the map until what must be midnight or past! Midnight was her curfew here (wasn't Cinderella a french story....or was that Spainish. She could never remember). If that was one of the camp counselors, she was toast.



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1956 / Re: Duelling Sign-Ups '56!
« on: 04/02/2019 at 15:24 »
Name: Étaín Marie O'Brien
Camp Team: Cézanne
Year at Start of Next Term: 7th
Is this your first time duelling (OOC)? Signing up, no. Actually participating, yes.
Are you specialised in any spell(s)? No.
          If so, which one(s)? ((You may choose up to three.))
Are you using any potion(s)? ((Please remember to PM the duelling counsellors with a list of potions you would like to use prior to the beginning of the duel. See here for the rules on using Potions.)) None.
Are you an Infirmary Assistant? Yes.
Are you a Quidditch player? Yes.
Magical Levels at Start of Next Term: ((Please link to your levels request if you are a returning student, or your application if you are a new student.)) C3D3T3S5
What is your Magical Strength?  ((Your magical strength must be equal to or greater than your year. If you have more than one level equal to or greater than your year, then you must choose only one of these as your strength for duelling. Example: Vega is a 5th year. Her magical levels are C6D6T4S5. She may choose either Charms or Divination or Conjuring/Summoning as her magical strength; she may not choose Transfiguration. If you have no levels equal to or greater than your year, then you have no magical strength for duelling.))None.

Total Points:
  Incoming First years: 12 points.
  Incoming Second years: 13 points.
  Incoming Third years: 14 points.
  Incoming Fourth years: 15 points.
  Incoming Fifth years: 16 points.
  Incoming Sixth years: 17 points.
  Incoming Seventh years 18 points.

     Vitality: 4
     Velocity: 3
     Ability: 2
     Power: 2
     Potions:
     Strength: 3
     Agility: 2
     Resistance:2

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1956 / Re: Infirmary Sign-Ups 1956
« on: 04/02/2019 at 14:52 »
Étaín O'Brien
AGE: 17
DESIRED POSITION: Apothecary?
HEALING/MEDICAL EXPERIENCE: Stuck around Ashling None.
WHAT SYMBOLIZES LOVE TO YOU: Unwavering loyalty Butterflies.


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1956 / Re: Quidditch Sign Ups! Summer 1956
« on: 04/02/2019 at 14:45 »

Fly With Me
*  *  *  S I G N     M E    U P*  *  *



NAME:     Étaín O'Brien
AGE:      17
PREFERRED POSITION:     Beater
2nd PREFERRED POSITION:     Keeper
PLAYED BEFORE? (OOC):     It's been a while


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1956 / Re: my unsteady heart's not ready | Lia Ayres
« on: 04/02/2019 at 13:30 »

Étaín Marie O'Brien

7th. Slytherin. Pure.

Lia might have seen Etain around on a dark night or two, only for her to seem to disappear. She knows the Castle really well, and has more than a few secrets. They might be friends, or Lia may have time to focus on a new enemy for a year before Etian graduates too.

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Étaín Marie O'Brien.
17 | Slytherin | Irish Russian | Pure

True! Their in the same house, and a year apart. I have a feeling these two know each other. Their either going to be great friends or bitter enemies.

P.S.:I've always thought you are awesome.

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1956 / Re: Not like in the Movies | P.R.
« on: 04/02/2019 at 04:27 »
Étaín Marie O'Brien

7th. Slytherin. Pure.

They're in the same house, and Etain is only a couple of years older. Maybe they could be friends.

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Etain Marie O'Brien
pure. slytherin. 7th.

Olette and Etian probably know each other by sight, even if they're not friends. Etain's spent a lot of time around Ashling throught her life, and Ashling works at the Children's Home where Olette is living. (To be honest, Ashling and Olette would probably get along better.) It is possible that they might be or could be friends too.

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1956 / Blood Red Rose| Etain
« on: 04/01/2019 at 21:56 »

Étaín Marie O'Brien
Slytherin. Single. 7th Year. Pure. Irish/Russian.
"She wears darkness like some girls wear a little black dress."

Étaín was born the daughter of Maeve O'Brien and Demetri Draginoff. She's never met her father, and truthfully, doesn't even really know who he is. Just before she left home for her 1st year at Hogwarts, her mother had set her down to explain the oddly complicated backstory that she hadn't even known she came with. She had figured out long ago that Ashling and Seamus weren't actually her siblings, but were cousins that her mum had taken in. then she heard her mum's side of the story in regards to her father. That he was in Azkaban, to her knowledge, though she hadn't really bothered to keep up with all the facts once his 'trechery' had been revealed.

Her mother had been an Auror for as long as she could remember. Now, though, the Irish woman had declared that she had no intention of returning to her job at the Ministry. Something on the last long trip she had taken had changed her, and Etain wasn't sure if it was a good change or a bad one.

Maeve's work as an Auror and frequent trips resulted in her spending a lot of time with Ashling. This has resulted in her spending quite a lot of time with the orphans of the Children's Home. Even though she has a mother, she can sort of relate to the children at the Home, because her mother is gone more often than not. She's figured out that's why Ashling chose to work there too.

Spending time with Seamus is a horse of a different color. Now that she's older, spending time with her 'brother' has changed. Where he used to take her out for ice cream or shopping, she now learns more useful skills that aren't generally taught to wizarding folk. Though she's not exactly sure she wants to follow in his footsteps, she's still eager to learn. Better to have her options open to her.

Her years at Hogwarts have been the only real path that has pulled her forward. It began when Seamus handed her a map of the school, all neatly folded, with the whispered instructions to tell no one of its existence and to try to improve it while it was in her possession. As soon as she had settled into her House, she had begun exploring and researching what improvements she might make. By her fifth year she had mastered a few permanent preservation charms and applied them to the map. Now, in her final year at Hogwarts, it’s time to choose which path she will follow.

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BLOODSTATUS. EDUCATION. OCCUPATION. AGE.

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1956 / Discovery| EMO summer '56
« on: 04/01/2019 at 18:09 »
1 July 1956

Today is the day. A day that I've been waiting for nearly a month now. The day that Seamus has arranged for us to go to Azkaban. He is getting information about an object that seems to have fallen into the wrong hands from someone who has recently been incarcerated.

Fortunately, the person that Seamus needs to question is housed next to the cell that has supposedly held my father for the last 17 years. I am going because I wanted to meet him...just once. I want to talk to him. I want to ask him why he had done the horrible things he had been accused of. Why had he done the things that got him locked away and prevented him from being there for me?

I remember how much Ma had to fight to be free of their marriage. More than that, I saw the hurt in her eyes as she set me down to talk about the things I might hear when I went to school. Whatever he had done, it had hurt her deeply.

I need answers.

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Past Workshop Prompts / Prompt 1B: Stay Awhile, and Listen
« on: 04/12/2017 at 17:37 »
It is time...

Maeve took a deep breath as she invited her daughter, Étaín to take a seat across from her in the study at their home in Ireland. Her daughter would be off to Hogwarts soon, and there were things that the girl needed to know. Things that were important.

"My dear, there are things you need to know that will help you in your time at school," Maeve began. A great many things. It was tradition, among her family, that information passed from one generation to another was always passed in the form of a story. Though, there had always been completion to the tale...until now.

"Once, there was a girl...no, you need to know things older than that..." Maeve cleared her throat, and started again.

"Once, there were two brothers. The older was strong, with broad shoulders, and a temper that blazed hot as dragon fire. The younger was fair to look at, charming, kind, and smart as a whip. The boys grew in a house full of magic, knowing what it could do, and believing that one day they would be able to do such things as well.

Because of when their birthdays fell, both brothers were due to start attending a special school the same year. They both looked forward to it, for the two had become practically inseparable as they grew. The owl came as expected, but only bore a letter for one brother, the younger one.

At first, they were confused,  and the parents of the two brothers wrote and inquired as to why their eldest son had not received a letter when his little brother had. It took them a while, but they got the answer they were seeking. The elder brother did not have any magical talent."

"He was a Squibb, right?" Étaín interjected.

"Yes, he was a Squibb," Maeve answered.

"As the years passed," Maeve continued, "the older brother grew bitter, and resented his family for raising him to know the wonders of a power that he would never wield. When he was of age, he left, and refused to associate with any of his family. Even when his brother reached out to let him know that their father had passed away, he did not respond.

As things tend to go, the younger brother met a girl at school. As they grew closer, he learned that she and her sister had gone through a similar situation, where one had been accepted to the school, and the other had not. Another Squibb in a pureblood family.

The younger brother, and the girl he met eventually married, and had a daughter. In another part of the country, the older brother met a young lady who had a similar background to his own, and they also fell in love and married.

The younger brother was my father, and the older brother was the father of Ashling and Seamus."

Maeve took a moment to let all of that soak in. This next part was going to be hard, not as much for Étaín as for herself, though. She didn't like remembering this bit, and tried to avoid it when she could. But the fact remained that her daughter would need to know this. It still seemed like a lot to dump on an 11-year-old, but better she find out through story time with mom than if something similar happened to her.

"In a knee-jerk reaction to what had happened with their siblings, they raised their daughter entirely without magic, and she didn't know she was magical until she got her letter. She went to school thinking she was the first witch in her family....

Things are tough there for Muggleborn students. Less now than they used to be, but they are still tough. Even since the fall of the blood status registry, the government has been predominately pureblood. The Hexenreich helped alleviate that some, surprisingly, because now the Ministry focuses more on the place of one's birth, and less on how "pure" a person's blood is. I'm not sure how many pureblood elitists you will run into, but you need to know that is a thing in the wizarding community."

Your father was one..., Maeve took a deep breath to quiet her thoughts. It wouldn't be good to get ahead of herself. She was still telling this as a story, in third person, but now she had gotten to the part that was memory, and not simply what she had been told had happened.

"When their daughter returned after her first year at the school, her parents told her of their pure blooded heritage. While it had always been tradition before that training in family-specific arts began after the first year of school, this was the first time that they had decided to raise the child without magic. Their thought was that it would be easier, then, if the child was a Squibb. That way magic was not something they had seen that they could not have. Instead, they hoped it would be seen as a gift, and their child would respect the power they had.

What they probably didn't expect, was her reaction to the situation. She was angry with them for hiding the truth from her. She thought they didn't understand how difficult that had made things for her. Before the summer was over, she ran away, and made her own way to Hogwarts."

"That was you, wasn't it, mom?" Étaín looked skeptically at her mother.

"I...er...yes, it was." She had no intention of telling her daughter what her last words to her parents were.

"That year, just before Christmas, I saw something unique to our family, but in no way good. On the bank of the lake at school, appeared the Bean-sidhe. The Washer Woman. There are only five families that the banshee appears to. The O'Briens are one of them, and she always heralds death," Maeve explained.

"That was when your parents died?" Étaín didn't want to press, but at the same time, she felt it was important to know.

"Yes," Maeve confirmed. "I was taken in by the Mildenhall family. I had become friends with their son, George, and he convinced them to take me in. Ultimately, they helped me begin the search for the man responsible for my parent's death, and also afforded me the chance to rebuild this place.

During those years, I was a fairly good student, and played Quidditch. I was good at Quidditch. Or I thought I was, at least. A lot of the Professors that were there during my time at school have moved on to other things now. My pride, though, was in my favorite pet project when I was at school. It took me all seven years, and I didn't manage to finish it then.

I made a map of the school, Étaín. Knowing that it wold be a while before I ever managed to return to the school, I hid it. four years later, it was picked up by a Hufflepuff. Once she figured out who the initials in the border belonged to, she began corresponding with me.

That was how I met Ashling. It wasn't long before her letters spoke of a concern that only her brother was replying to her letters home, and that he had mentioned that their parents were now acting as though they had never had a daughter, and forbade him from writing her.

The Christmas of her second year, something happened, and her parents vanished. I...don't remember what actually happened. It's all a blur. But I do remember rescuing Seamus from being surrounded by strangers at a New Year's party. After that, I took them in."

Maeve stopped to take another breath. She'd been putting this off for eleven years now, but it was time. It was time her daughter knew who her father was, and why he wasn't there. This was the part she had dreaded most. Talking about her parent's death had been tough, but this... She hid it well, but the thought of Demetri -of his betrayal- still hurt her deeply.

"The blood registry began shortly after that. And it was about that time that I met a charming man who was a professional Quidditch player. He had quite the reputation, and not all of it good. I didn't care at the time, though. He was handsome, and charming, and I was lonely and out in the cold.

They say love is blind, and I have firsthand knowledge of the truth of that. I didn't see the man he actually was. He was an elitist, believing that magic should be kept in the old families, and that lesser bloods were lesser people. He also practiced the Dark Arts, and believed that they should be taught at Hogwarts.

Shortly after we were married, he was arrested for a list of crimes that would likely take days to recite. For a while, I kept the faith, and tried to find anything I could to clear his name. I still loved him, after all, and couldn't bring myself to believe that the man I had known was the same that committed all these crimes. What I found instead was more damning than anything they had on him at the time. They never charged him with murder. They could have, but they didn't. They didn't need to. There was already enough there to lock him in Azkaban for several lifetimes.

He was sentenced before I knew I was pregnant with you, dear. I don't think he even knows you exist, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't think that was for the best."

"What was his name, though?" Étaín couldn't explain it, but this was something she needed to know. For some reason she needed to know his name.

"Demetri Draginoff," Maeve answered. "Do you have any questions?"

"What happened to the map," Étaín asked, genuinely curious. If there was a map of the school, maybe she wouldn't get lost on her first day. And maybe it wouldn't seem so strange to her when she got there.

"Seamus had it last. You'll have to ask him what he did with it," Maeve returned, not entirely sure if it was still in his possession or not.

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