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Eurielle had sent her letter off and was making her way to the Great Hall for dinner, curious to know how the tryouts had went when a fourth year Hufflepuff rushed towards her, " Eurielle Black?" she asked nervously.

The Ravenclaw raised a perfectly trimmed brow and frowned in the brunette's direction, " Can I help you?"

The girl seemed to shrink under her scrutinizing gaze, " E-Elizabeth Biggs, Er, Professor Slughorn said something about inviting you to his class for dinner, with others of course," she said, her green eyes narrowing in on her shoes.

Eurielle let out a deep sigh before nodding, " Alright, thank you,"

The girl nodded almost robotically before scampering off.

'Ah so it begins,' she thought to herself. Her pales eyes drifted towards a large clock that hung in the corridor and frowned. She had about twenty minutes, maybe she could catch up with the helping hand squad before she left to the dungeons, she was sure Harry and Hermione were invited so that was something.

While walking she was quickly consumed by her own thoughts. It seemed Harry and Eurielle had new obessions. His with Malfoy and that damned book, and hers being Evelyn's prophecy and what it could mean for their family- for the future of the Wizarding World.

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She had lost track of time and ended up having to go straight to the dungeons where she found the door ajar. The room was brighter than she had ever seen it, far different from the way it had looked the past five years she had taken classes.

In the middle of the room sat a large circular table with a lacey white table cloth over it reminding her painfully of Grimmauld place, she glanced over to see many faces she knew and didn't.

Harry wasn't there but Hermione and Ginny were. Eurielle almost sighed with relief.

She walked over to her bushy-haired friend who had the unfortunate pleasure of having McLaggen sit next to her. Hermione being the nice person she was didn't have the gall to move or tell him to fuck off, so Eurielle would do it for her.

" Oi," said the silver-eyed girl to the Gryffindor, interrupting his oh so amazing story.

Cormac stopped mid-sentence and looked her over, " Move," was all she said.

His eyes widened comically, almost not believing she had simply commanded something of him so easily. For a moment he seemed ready to argue but quickly blew it off with an arrogant roll of his eyes, " If it makes the lady happy," he drawled with a smirk.

Eurielle said nothing, her face stony and emotionless.

As soon as she sat down Hermione was whispering thanks and praises in her ear to which she couldn't help but chuckle at. Eurielle felt sharp green eyes on the side of her face and she knew very well who they belonged to.

She hadn't spoken to Zabini in over a year and she didn't plan to any time soon.

Soon the table was filled with people and all sorts of lavish foods. Slughorn would question many about their family and their favorite classes and such, Eurielle tuned most of it out and ate the food- well it was good.

" Ms. Black!" said Slughorn turning towards her, his face it's usual red glow, " Your grandfather was just promoted to Head of Magical Law Enforcement, yes?!"

Eurielle swallowed her drink before nodding, " Yes sir he was," she said, a wave of anxiety rolling over her at the reminder.

" Now please correct me if I'm wrong but your grandmother, Lindsey Truelove was in Pukwudgie house during her time at Ilvermorny, yes, her maiden name being Potter,"