𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ; 𝔄 𝔗𝔬𝔪 ℜ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶
A story of a boy and girl who were far more similar than they'd like to think. Both born with the insatiable appetite for power, and as they both knew all to well, power came with demands, sacrifice...
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Most students on there first day in Hogwarts feel uneasy, well for everyone else except Morana they were twelve in there defence. Most miss there family's while here but Morana dreaded going back, she knew she had to eventually. She was expected to at make an appearance at her aunts Christmas party in a month.
Until then...
Well she didn't know what she wanted. She wasn't one for friends, not really. The only friend Morana ever had was back in France. Her name was Isabelle Delacour, she ended up having an arranged marriage only at the age of fifteen to a horrid man that forbid them from seeing or speaking to each other. Morana didn't bother to make friends after that plus she wasn't that good of a friend anyway.
Her career ended as she was born a Lestrange. After she was to finish Hogwarts in two years she'd be forced to marry, no doubt to a man who would want her to have children and never leave the house. Of course that's not what Morana wanted for herself, no one in the right mind would, hopefully she'd figure something out before it came to that.
She had two years to get out of it, that was plenty enough time. Right? Who was she kidding, her father had already planned out her whole future. So for now Morana made the decision to do whatever she pleased without thinking of the consequences, while she still had control over her own body.
The dorm door swung open making Morana pause from unpacking to turn to it. The brunette with round cheeks jumped as she saw Morana standing next to the previously vacant bed.
"Hi" Morana smiled as she placed the robe she was holding onto the back of her desk chair. "Hi" she spoke back as she slowly slipped off her own robe onto her bed. Morana noticed how shy she looked "Durella Rosier, right?" Durella nodded.
"Morana Lestrange" she introduced herself before going back to unloading her truck. "Nice to meet you Morana" Durella smiled. "Oh you can call me Mor" Morana shrugged. Maybe a friend wouldn't be too bad, she nearly talked much anyways.
"Okay" Durellas smile grew even bigger, it seemed she like the possibility of them being friends too. "Did you want any help?" Her hands fidgeted as she waited for Morana to answer "uh, sure. Can you put this in the bathroom" she pointed towards a toiletry bag. Durella quickly hurried over "okay"
Morana thanked her as she slid the now empty trunk under her bed. "Tempus" she whispered and looked toward her wrist to see a glowing magic watch '6:24'
"I should really be heading downstairs. I have to meet the head boy so he can show me where the great hall is" Morana told Durella as she walks back into the room.
