A dark, thrilling tale ruined with secrecy, murder, danger and desire for love. Vienna, she just wants to be loved. Her father is abusive and her bold personality makes it hard for anyone to like her-but her idea of love is much darker than one may...
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Vienna skipped down the lonely corridors of Hogwarts. Everyone still in breakfast so the corridors have been left abandoned. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to go to lessons today but a part of her didn't want to see Hermionie again. It was clear Hermionie knew about her father and Vienna didn't want to deal with it.
Ignoring the problem until the problem goes away.
Pretending there is no problem, to avoid dealing with it.
She made her way to the courtyard, where she knew it'd be lonely. Just how she likes it. As she stepped outside the cold brisk hit her skin, causing a chill to run up her arms. She ignored the cold and entered the foggy weather.
She found a tree and sat with her back leaning against the tree. She tilted her head back on the hard bark of the tree, closing her eyes and calming her mind.
Next, she opened her bag, there were no school supplies only what Vienna called the essentials.
Her current book she was reading, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, a half-empty box of cigarettes and a lighter, and a flask with some alcohol which she had forgotten what she put in there.
Taking a few sips of the strong taste but made no reaction and she gulped it down. Then lighting a cigarette between her lips. And finally flicking to the page of her book she was reading.
She began reading. Enjoying the company of only herself.
She read through pages of the book. Time flying by while she sat still by the tree.
Until she heard a strangers voice.
"A strange place to be reading" she looked up and saw a tall, handsome boy with brown fluffy hair and deep brown eyes.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Is it?" Vienna questioned him.
"Very." he responded, "there's plenty of benches but you decide to sit on the floor against a tree"
"Is my choice of seating really bothering you that much?" Vienna asked him.
"No, I guess not" He replied, "I was just...curious"
The boy sat down beside Vienna and she moved her bag closed so he wouldn't see the stash of cigarettes or her flask.
