𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙤𝙪𝙨 ✍︎︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

|𝗣𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀, 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘆|

Pure-blood parties were always monotonous, utterly lacking entertainment and excitement. They were always held in a different Manor, every prestigious Pure-blood aching for the chance to show off what they had.

Mariana always thought there was truly nothing too remarkable about manors. Most of them were the same. Cold, empty, and lacking joy and liveliness. There was simply just too much open space. And, in the Ravenclaw's opinion, the large, shiny chandeliers that always hung from the ceilings were getting a bit predictable.

And, if not the boring architecture, then it was the obnoxious (and usually offensive) chatter that bounced off the walls. She was ashamed to say that her father was one of the main culprits of such talk.

Mariana snorted at the irony from her corner of the room, a glass of champagne (but really apple juice) dangled from her petite hand. Her shoulders were pushed back and her back curved into a delicate arc. The Rosewood girl was known for her excellent posture. She held herself well, like she knew she belonged at respectable gatherings.

Genevieve, on the other hand, was slouched forward, leaning against the wall with a scowl on her face. That Rosewood was known for...well she was known for being everything a Rosewood shouldn't be. Mariana grinned at her sister. She loved that about her. Genevieve knew damn well people were talking shit, and she still continued to be confident in how she was. She was brave. Yeah, she was definitely sorted correctly.

"Look at Pansy, acting all high and mighty. You know, I really wish someone would beat the shit out of her arrogant ass." Genevieve spat, rolling her eyes.

Mariana's eyes found Pansy. She was across the room, putting her hand on Blaise Zabini's shoulder to steady herself as she cackled away at something. The Ravenclaw cocked her head. Pansy had always been cool and honestly didn't really give a damn about anything. Including blood status. Pansy was just Pansy. And Pansy was hot, even Mariana couldn't deny that.

"She's not arrogant, Eve. She's just confident." Mariana finally said, drawing her eyes away from the scene.

Genevieve scoffed. "I don't see what she has to be confident about."

Mariana almost spat out her drink at her sister's absurd statement. Keeping her composure, Mariana swallowed before saying, "Are you blind? That girl is absolutely ravishing."

Genevieve grunted in disapproval.

Mariana turned to look at her sister in surprise. "What? You don't agree?"

Genevieve's cheeks flushed, red swarming her face at Mariana's question. When the Ravenclaw noticed what was happening, she almost spat out her drink...again.

"Merlin, you do think she's attractive. I bet fifty galleons that you wanna snog her." Mariana teased, rocking back and forth on her heels. She couldn't believe her sister had a thing for Pansy Parkinson, but she wasn't upset in the slightest. In fact, she was quite excited to play match-maker.

"Would you quiet down, you imbecile! I-I don't wanna snog her. That would be ridiculous." As the words left her lips, Genevieve's cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

Mariana snickered into her hand, her perfect composure completely crumbling. She placed her drink down on a table and held out her hand towards her older sister.

"What?" Genevieve practically barked. She always got aggressive when she was embarrassed.

"Take my hand!" Mariana giggled. Reluctantly, the Gryffindor grabbed her hand and let herself be dragged off in the direction of—Merlin, in the direction of Pansy!