The Barrows. Another pureblood family from the long lines of Slytherin ancestry. It's 1991, and Elmira and Clyde Barrows' daughter's first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has arrived.
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"𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫,"
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☽
Ophelia sat silently, content with her breakfast that was laid before her; a vanilla-glazed cinnamon roll, fresh strawberries, and two hard-boiled eggs. She pulled apart the pastry with her fork, peeling off the outer rims before getting to the ooey-gooey centre that melted in her mouth like a toffee chew. As usual, the owls dropped the mail off, hundreds of letters falling from the sky like snowflakes. The new term had begun, and everyone had returned to school. Everyone came brandishing the new gifts they had received over the holiday to such an extent that Ophelia was getting irritated. Pansy wouldn't stop showing Draco her new ribbons every time she put one on, flipping her hair every so often in his direction so he would notice. Ophelia had to admit it; it bugged her. Pansy should have taken the hint that he didn't like her at this point. But alas, she was naive as a kitten.
A singular letter dropped in front of Ophelia's plate, and she looked up at Apollo circling her head. Then, she beckoned for the tawny owl to the table, where she reached over to the plate of bacon and fed it to him. He gave her a light nuzzle before taking off again, flying out the Great Hall and back to the Owlery where the rest of his companions were waiting.
She picked the manila envelope up gingerly, peeling the wax seal off with care, and unfolded the letter inside it:
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