A/N: Hullo my wonderful, gorgeous, handsome, amazing Greekies! How are you today? Have you consumed enough tea to kill three cows? Did you get your nails done? Are you stressing over highschool application? Or you procrastinating like Hel on an assignment? No matter! Leave all of your worries away and just read! Also, if you couldn't tell, I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack on shuffle when I was watching this, I think you can tell what song I was listening to when I wrote the different parts xD. The main antagonist of the story has to do with the song above, so I'd recommend listening to it! This chapter is 33k+ words long btw. Anyhow, make sure to point out any mistakes and I love you guys to the end and back!

Oh, I made a Pinterest board for this story, mostly for the balls I really want to write, plus I love dress hunting so there's that xD. My username is Loki Odindottir (shut up I love acting as Loki) and the board is called "Love is Complicated." I already have all of your characters there and a few pins in there as well. There's also just a bunch of extra pins I didn't know where to put, so you can place them where you want them to go! (-starsandshadows- I didn't know what you wanted me to do for Declan, so I left it blank for you to decide since it's mostly feminine stuff on there) you can do whatever you'd like to the board, but I think I need to share it with you, so just tell me your Pinterest username! And, -starsandshadows- I have some ideas some aesthetics, so, if you're up for it, PM me!!

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ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎ This is Lora, she loves to read in her little cottage by the woods, and her favourite colour is chestnut brown! Say hello to Lora!

𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

Declan sighed as he walked up the staircase, counting the doorknobs silently in his head as he walked up, waiting to find his and James' door. Although, the fact that the doors had changed colour on the second day to match the interior helped a lot. The new change meant his and James' door was half dark blue and half scarlet, the colours of the inside. Declan anticipated the sound of James' voice calling out behind him, and groaned softly when he was proven correct.

"Do you like dogs?" James asked.

"Ooooh! You seem like a cat person, do you like cats?"

"What about birds?"

"Or reptiles, Coaleye, well, Elorie, has a lizard, her name's Jayden."

"Do you like Mac and cheese?"

"Have you ever had Dora's gooseberry cheesecake cookies? They're to die for."

"Do you like cheesecake? Because I love cheesecake."

Declan groaned even more as James kept on firing questions at him, he slipped through the door of their room and sat silently on his extremely-large bed, James on the other hand just came barging in and flopped onto his bed like a seal. You know, James was starting to sound like a seal as well-

"Do you like soda?"

"Have you ever had Coca Cola?"

"Have you ever had vodka?"

"Can you hold your alcohol?"

Declan looked to the balcony and briefly considered jumping off of it and landing on the next balcony below, the. He sighed as he reminded himself he had told himself earlier. As much as he liked to hear James' voice (he didn't) come out of those totally not-kissable soft lips (seriously, Declán thought his father did hair stuff, not lip stuff, what does that boy use?!) he desperately wanted to shut him up and get some peace and quiet.

"Potter," Declan muttered, scaring the shit out of James since he didn't expect Declan to actually answer him, "If I answer your questions, will you shut up?"

James was about to open his mouth to say something very stupid, Declán could just feel it, then he reconsidered and actually thought about what he was going to say, "Finally! You talked to me!" James eventually said, and Declán really was loving the idea of jumping out the window at that point.

"You didn't answer my question," Declán pointed out, but he decided James really did need help pointing out the obvious since he thought over the complicated stuff way too much and left the obvious things just slip over his head.

"Oh yeah!" James said brightly, "But yeah, I'll shut up for a bit, but can do me a favour-"

"- Preferably no -" Declán muttered under his breath, soft which so James wouldn't be able to hear

"- and can you actually ask me questions too?"

Declán was a little taken aback by James' request, but he just waved his hand and laid down on the bed and sighing. He made a gesture to James to fire away, at this point, he'd do anything, even answer questions (oh the horror) to get James to not be as loud as a bloody horn.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue, obviously, look around my side of the room."

"What's your favourite food?"

"Anything that isn't expensive, and that doesn't taste bad."

"Favorite animal?"

"Cats."

"Do you like dogs?"

"They don't hate me, I don't hate them."

"Do you like Mac N Cheese?"

"Sure, it's food, everything tastes the same when you're sleep-deprived. Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"When are you going to take off your makeup?"

James looked surprised and was probably about to say he wasn't wearing makeup like the dummy he was, but then he touched his face and his hand came away dusted with blue. He made what Declán thought muggle-borns (well, Lily) called a "surprised Pikachu face" before brushing his hand on his shirt. Declán honestly found it quite hilarious how James could do a ton of strange and complicated spells, yet forget was wearing makeup (or that he wasn't wearing pants, or where his glasses were, Declán found James could be very forgetful, plus it was very funny to see James run around in the room looking for his glasses).

James grinned sheepishly and looked to Declán, "Er, how do I get this stuff off again?" He asked, squinting slightly at Delcan so he could see better.

Declan sat up and James' glasses slid down Declan's nose so Declán pushed them up with his forefinger, "I have no idea how," he muttered sarcastically to himself before turning to James, "You use a makeup cleanser," he told James as if he were talking to a five-year-old.... well, the two weren't that different anyway, James has the maturity of a five-year-old.

"Oooooh! Those things!" James said, "Sirius talks about them all the time with Lily, I didn't know they were for taking this stuff off!"

Declán's mouth nearly dropped in disbelief and he nearly screeched out in frustration because EXCUSE HIM?!?! IT IS BLOODY CALLED A MAKEUP CLEANSER FOR A REASON TO CLEANSE YOUR FACE OF MAKEUP. Dear god James could do Transfiguration and DADA spells and charms meant for professional Aurors, but to hell with the idea that makeup cleansers actually cleanse your face of makeup.

"Well then, if Black talks about it he ought to have some eh?" Delcan mumbled to himself. He had seen Sirius around with makeup a lot, usually just eyeliner and black lipstick, sometimes he saw mascara but that was about it, "Well then, run off with your mate to go find a makeup cleaner, bye-bye," Declán said, waving to James like saying goodbye to the deer in his family's manor's woods (literally the only thing enjoyable in that house). Declan turned around in his bed to go find his absolutely ancient book of potions he had put under his mattress but was then jerked by the arm out of the door.

"Hey!" Declan said as James dragged him by his arm to presumably Sirius' room. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked angrily as he tried to tug his arm back to his room. Declán was not in the mood (nor was he ever in the mood) to go knocking other people's doors and annoying them. He'd prefer to keep to his own bed and make illegal potions thank you very much.

"I'm going to Padfoot's room of course!" James exclaimed brightly, dragging Declan up the steps as Declán struggled to keep up. It wasn't that Declán was slow, he was just trying to go up the steps sideways.

"Then why are you bringing me? And what's this change of heart about me? I thought you hated me," Declán replied just as they arrived at Sirius' door.

"Were soulmates, how can you hate you? Plus, aren't soulmates supposed to do everything together?" James asked as he tried to open the door and burst in, but, unfortunately for James, it was locked. "What the-'' James muttered under his breath as he twisted the doorknob more and more, but it just wouldn't budge.

'Oh my god he's a hopeless romantic,' Declán thought to himself as James struggled with the door, 'The second he finds out I'm his bloody soulmate, he acts as if he never hated me at all, bloody two-faced git. I bet he hasn't had his first kiss yet, waiting for the "special person."'

'-Oh shit, I'm that special person.'

Declán was snapped out of his thoughts by James whining like a baby, "Why isn't it working?" He cried out as he put his foot on the door and tried to twist the handle.

"Have you tried an unlocking charm?" Declán asked sarcastically.

James seemed to have a revelation as he grinned and tried to open the door with an unlocking spell, but he obviously was a bloody idiot and the door did not unlock. Declán nearly punched his own face in frustration.

"Okay," Declán muttered, "They're busy, let's go, I'm sure someone else in this tower had a makeup cleanser," he added, going down the steps.

When Declán didn't hear loud pounding footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw James with his ear pressed up against the door. Declán scrunched up his eyebrows and blinked quickly at the sight, practically rubbing his eyes to see if he was looking correctly.

"Potter, what do you think you're doing?" Declan sighed, walking over to James.

Honestly, being James' soulmate felt more like babysitting a five-year-old 24/7, except that five-year-old could perform more complex spells than most skilled wizards could do. Declan sighed when James grinned and waved him over, it was kind of cute, wait, no, it was so not cute. Declan grumbled a few curses under his breath as he stuck his ear to the door.

"Why don't we just use a spell to magnify their voices in there," Declan muttered sarcastically, completely forgetting he was crouching right next to a person who 1) Could do that and 2) Definitely would do that.

"That's a great idea!" James said, reaching for his wand.

"Wait, no!" Declan hissed, and James gave him a somehow totally-not cute pouting face, "Just shut up Potter."

The two just stayed there for the moment, trying to listen for anything happening in the room (A/N: where it happened), a few seconds passed and they heard what sounded like...

"Bloody Hel!" James whispered, "I think they're kissing!"

Declán nodded, slightly disgusted, but then he heard footsteps coming towards the door. His eyes widened as he leapt away from the door, brushing himself off and practically melting into the shows so no one would see him unless they were deliberately staring at the spot he was in, a skill he had perfected with time ... and having a horrible family sped the process up just a bit.

Hel swung open the door and closed it behind her, but before she could slam the door shut, Declán got a glimpse of what looked like Sirius wearing a rainbow skirt, black fishnets, black and white high tops, a crop-top with the words, "Bi and Probably High" in pink, purple, and blue letters, a ton of black jewellery, a black choker, smudged black lipstick on his lips, and the thing that stuck out the most was his shocked/dazed expression on his face. It was honestly quite amusing

'Ooh, Potter's dead now,' Declán thought, delighted as Hel looked up furiously at James (who was two and a half inches taller than her), and James looked like a deer caught in headlights, a moment Declán would cherish forever.

𝕳𝖊𝖑'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

Hel chuckled as she watched Sirius pull his crop-top over his head. Hel herself was composing a letter to her father, fall break was coming in two months, and she had a brilliant idea planned in her mind, but she needed her fathers, and more importantly her grandmother's, permission first.

Sirius insisted on showing Hel a new outfit he put together before she re-read him the letters that her family gave to her. Hel agreed to wait and dipped her favourite quill into a deep green ink and started writing.

"I'm dooooooone!" Sirius sang, spinning around in his outfit, his rainbow skirt flailing up a bit, "Do you like it?" He asked with a grin on his face.

Hel looked Sirius up and down and smiled, "You look beautiful," she said, and she wasn't lying. Hel had always known Sirius had a more feminine taste in fashion, he liked crop tops and skirts, it didn't really matter to Hel. If he liked it, he liked it, there wasn't anything she could do but support him (plus she had a gender fluid father, so it wasn't like it was unnatural or anything).

"Awww, thank you," Sirius said, then waltzed over to the vanity and placed a hand the side of his head and another to his hip, pushing his hip out a bit he made a duck face to his reflection, "I'm a bootiful bitch," he said delightedly.

Hel sighed and shook her head, placing her quill down he popped the ink cap back onto its container and reached for her black lipstick, "It's missing one thing though," she said, putting the lipstick on and walked over to Sirius.

Hel made sure she had a good layer on before grabbing Sirius' beloved crop top and tugging him down so she could kiss him. He was only about an inch and a half taller than him, but tugging him down to meet her was just more satisfying in Hel's opinion. Hel kissed him softly, making sure to spread the lipstick around his lips. Sirius was obviously shocked for a moment, which made Hel laugh on the inside.

Hel had never ever been this bold before without a reason other than out of love. She always stuck to the simpler things like extravagant gifts (Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly subtle, but it wasn't bold since she didn't outright hand him the gifts) and small peck every now and then. Never had she ever been as straightforward with a bold kiss such as the one she did. With the lipstick touch, it was more than Sirius had bargained for.

Then Hel felt a sharp pang in her head, she pulled away from a dazed Sirius and quickly fixed her lips before rushing out to the door, absolutely fuming. The only thing that made her head hurt like that was if someone used her name incorrectly, and she had a hunch that the person was right outside her door.

Hel swung open the door and slammed it shut behind her, her suspicions were confirmed when a guilty James stood there like a deer in headlights, obviously used to be able to come to talk to Sirius whenever. Hel glared a glare that would put most young gods to their knees as James sheepishly waved, his makeup job not making him look any less guilty.

"Now, what do you think you're doing?" Hel asked, deathly calm.

James stuttered out something, and Hel swore she could hear, "Damn I should've brought the map." James quickly looked up and sheepishly grinned, "Are you and Padfoot dating?" He asked boldly as if he hadn't just been spying on Hel.

Hel glared at James and crossed her arms in front of her chest, "So what if we are?" She asked. Of course, Hel knew James would have absolutely no complaint towards Sirius dating Hel. Hell, he'd probably congratulate Sirius later, but why would he spy on them?

James just grinned and shrugged, Hel sighed and let her arms fall down, boys would be boys, she turned around and was about to open the door, when James quickly shouted something to stop her.

"Wait!" James yelled out, "I needed a makeup cleaner from Padfoot, that's why I came here," he said, pouting to the door.

Hel closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to calm herself, "So why didn't you just knock? I thought you were intelligent Potter," she said, rolling her eyes before she closed the door behind her.

Hel looked up to see Sirius still quite happily dazed, and was he daydreaming? Either way, Hel went into the bathroom and picked out Sirius' cleanser and opened the door back up to see a grinning James.

"I hope you're satisfied (A/N I will never be satisfied) with yourself," Hel said, pushing the bottle into James' chest and closing the door before he could reply.

He turned around and looked over to Sirius who was grinning at her.

"That was hot," Sirius said grinning, bouncing over to his bed and plopping on, "You can read me the letters nooooooooowwww!" he sing-songed, not bothering to fix his lipstick.

Hel sighed and chuckled at how cute Sirius looked before going over to a chest and placing her locket that her father gave her into the keyhole. Hel's locket served as a key to her beloved chest (a gift from her father when she was five, a gift amongst many other gifts her father gave her, including the necklace itself) since the front had a lovely, unique pattern. Plus Loki has enchanted it.

When the chest opened, Hel reached in and pulled out different sections with different years labelled on them, she quickly found the one for 1977 and pulled out the small stack of letters, choosing the earliest ones.

"Do you want to hear Bella's response first, my grandmother's, my father's, or my step-mother's?" Hel asked, sitting down next to Sirius.

Sirius shifted himself so his head was in Hel's lap, "Let's hear your step-mum's," he said with love in his voice. Honestly, Sirius told Hel that Sigyn was one of the kindest adults he had ever met, along with Mrs. Potter, Hel was sure Sigyn loved him too. Hel also thought that Sigyn secretly thought the two would be lovely together, seeing as she would always wink at Hel and Sirius whoever they did anything remotely cute.

Hel read Sigyn letter aloud:

"Dear my darling Step-daughter,

Oh, I just knew it, love! You and that sweet boy Sirius were made for each other! Oh dear, I hope that his mother (He told me it was Euphemia? Wasn't it? Oh I do hope I'm correct) approves of you! I'm so happy for you! I've seen the looks he gives you, it's the same look your father gives me, it's a precious one.

I can't wait to see you fall break if you decide to come home! Make sure Sirius treats you well for me, your father, and your Grandmother would like to have a word with him.

Love from Asgard,

𝒮𝒾ℊ𝓎𝓃"

Hel smiled softly, rubbing the warm, soft-yellow coloured ink on the aged parchment. It was obvious Sigyn had infused it with sunshine or warmth or something of the sort, something Hel had yet to learn to do, much to Hel's frustration.

"Your Step-mum is so nice," Sirius mumbled, poking Sigyn's signature next to his face. Hel had held the letter out far enough so that it wouldn't be covering Sirius' face, "Can I hear your dad's next?" Sirius asked, pointing to the letter with shimmering green ink on it.

Hel looked to the side and nodded, gently putting Sigyn's letter back where it belonged and grabbing Loki's letter and reading it aloud:

"My dearest daughter,

Oh, I'm so happy for you! You two will be the perfect couple, he respects your queenship, you love him to pieces (don't deny it, Love, you know it's true, I've seen those glances you give him, it's the same ones your step-mother sends me when she thinks I'm not looking). I'm so proud of you and the woman you've become, don't let this Soulmate sorting change any aspect about you that you don't want it to change.

I am the happiest for you Hel and I'm terribly sorry for not telling you earlier. In truth, I had only a vague idea of what it was. Sigyn told me very little, and hardly anyone knew about it, but the only thing I knew was that there would be a new sorting for your age group at Hogwarts not much else. Suspected romantic involvement due to the whole "Voldemort'' thing. (Honestly, your mortal friends are so adorable, I wish I could get out of their fear by killing the noseless being, but alas, the gods are not allowed to interfere with oral doing, I am most sorry for my precious love). I did not want to lie to you, so I told you nothing.

But I am still the happiest for you, my little one! Hel you have grown so much and now you've found your soulmate! I still think of you as the little girl that clung to me tight while riding the Bifrost for the first time, amazed at everything, yet terrified. Please tell Sirius that I'm keeping an eye on the both of you, and if he so much as puts a fingernail out of line I will not hesitate to make his life the worst one for centuries and when his soul goes to the Underworld, I'll personally ask the Underworld gods to make his other life Hell. (Of course, if you'd like, I'll tell everything to back off and you could deal with him yourself, another servant in your castle perhaps? I really need to talk to the Allfather about re-furnishing that pace, would you like that darling?) I mean all of this with love of course. Please tell Sirius I also find him amazing and will use all my godly power in mischief to help him and his little group of friends you like, they call themselves the Marauders? Tell them I will assist them.

I love you to the end and back, Hel, never ever forget that. I will be there for you no matter what.

Your loving father,

𝔏𝔬𝔨𝔦, 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔰𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡, ℜ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔬𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔪, 𝔊𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔣, 𝔒𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫

P.S. Are you coming home for Fall Break this year? If you are, I'll make sure to get all of your favourite foods, drinks, books, places, and everything for you.

Official letter of Loki Farbautison, Prince of Asgard, Rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, Lies, Fire, Trickery, and Chaos amongst others, The Trickster, Silver-Tongued Master of Lies, Chaos-Bringer, Mother of Sleipinr, Father of Fenris, Jormungandr, Hel, Narfi, and Vali, Husband of Sigyn."

Hel smiled softly and gently brushed over the ink, slowly shifting it so that it shimmered mesmerizingly in the autumn sun, she put her face close to it and sniffed lightly. Her father would always use inks that had a scent different to everyone as if it were infused with some kind of amortentia, and Hel wouldn't put it past Loki to do that. To Hel, this time, it smelled like sítrusávexti (A/N It literally translates to "citrus fruit" in Icelandic. If any of you guys speak Icelandic, please correct me if I'm wrong! Icelandic is the closest modern language we have to Old Norse, and Old Norse translators or no good, and neither are English to Icelandic, but it's just a tad better. If any of you guys speak/read/write Old Norse/Icelandic, please tell me!) a sweet but tangy Asgardian fruit that resembles a honey-coloured orange/apple. It was Hel's favourite fruit and reminded her of Asgard. Hel smiled warmly and closed her eyes, imagining she was in the orchard where the fruit grew, a new image popped in her mind that was usually not there when she was imagining the orchard: a grinning Sirius.

Speaking of Sirius, Hel looked down in her lap to see that Sirius' head had been replaced by a black German shepherd's head.

"Why hello there, Padfoot," Hel said lovingly, gently petting Sirus' head. Hel preferred to only use Sirius' Marauder's nickname when he was in his Animagus form, and Sirius quickly picked up on this. "Did you know what my father said about making your life hell if you hurt me?"

Padfoot just whined softly and Hel chuckled, "Don't worry Padfoot, I won't let him hurt you," Hel mumbled, going to the next letter in the stack, "Next is my Grandmother's, is that okay?"

Padfoot barked happily and Hel took that as a yes so she smiled and started reading aloud;

"Dear Granddaughter,

Oh, I'm so happy for you Hel! I can't wait until you and Sirius officially get together. He really is the sweetest thing ever, very polite, I quite like him.

I've watched over you since you were just a baby, and I truly think that you and Sirius are the perfect match, and this is coming from the goddess of marriage dear, I've seen many failed and successful marriages, and I just know that you and Sirius will be one of the most successful (along with those other two, who are they? Remus and Pandora I believe? Those two remind me of Hades and Persephone in their early stages, it's adorable).

I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, I made sure to tell Freyja so that she could tell your step-mother, who surely would tell you. I didn't tell Freyja all the details, but since we can see in the future, we knew what was going to happen. But for you, I want the course of nature to take place per normal, and I don't want to mess up your life any way which is why I chose not to tell you, I'm so sorry.

I love you so much Hel, and I am always watching over you. You and your talents have grown so much just these past few months and I can barely believe it.

Love, your Grandmother,

𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑠𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑

P.S. Tell your lovely boy that if he hurts you I will go into the future and personally make his life hell and make yours better. I do not care about the rules of gods not being able to meddle with mortal life. I will do it. But also tell him that I love him dearly and he really is the sweetest, but I will not hesitate."

Hel finished the last bit with a grin, that was her Grandmother alright, always using her power to its fullest ability just to protect Hel, especially after what her husband did to Hel. Hel remembered the day that Frigga swore on River Styx, which was a Greek thing, that she would do everything in her power to protect Hel and Hel's happiness, which made Hel feel very good at the time.

Hel remembered what her grandmother's "ink speciality" was, and Hel slowly dragged her first finger from the top to the bottom of the page, over the shimmering gold letters. Then the shimmering bits flew up and Hel saw an image of her sweet grandmother smiling at her and blowing her a kiss.

"Well, your family really loves me huh?" Sirius, now back to his human form, said nervously, obviously remembering the bits and pieces about Hel's family making his life a living Hell if he hurts Hel. A very serious threat and quite scary in the eyes of a mortal.

"Yes they do," Hel reassures, patting Sirius' hair lightly, "They love you, and so do I. As long as you don't do anything stupid that will crush my immortal soul, I'm sure they won't hurt you."

Sirius sent a terrifying look at Hel when she said she was just "sure".

"I won't let them hurt you, darling, you know that, so don't give me that face," Hel said, pressing a gentle kiss to Sirius' forehead. Her lipstick was dry and because of lovely beautiful magic, didn't smear, so Sirius' forehead didn't have a black lipstick mark on it. Hel then picked out the last letter and hugged it close, written in deep black ink in some of the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen, was Bellatrix's letter, or as Hel preferred to call her when they were face to face, Trixie. "Next is Bella's," Hel said, and Sirius tried to hide the face of disgust he had, but failed. Hel sighed, she knew very well what Bellatrix was like, no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

"Dear future Queen of Helheim, honorary Black sister, Hel,

Well, I just knew it, darling, that soulmate thing will be the death of you I swear. I didn't want you to get hurt Hel but I know you can take whatever's thrown at you and throw it back twice as hard, I've seen you do it. But goodness gracious the universe seems to have it out for you doesn't it? My cousin Sirius Orion? The blood traitor? I feel so bad for you dear, let's hope he doesn't mess up your beautiful mind.

I know I should be happy for you Hel, but I really just feel bad. I know you like hearing the truth, and here it is, I feel bad your soulmate is a blood traitor. I love you like another little sister Hel, and so does Cissy, but you need to keep a close eye on that boy. Also, sharing a room? That is far too far, even for the ministry. I will be on the lookout for murdering those who decided to do that for you I swear.

I love you like a baby sister, Hel. Okay? I'm going to hurt whoever did this, I bet there are so many little pure-blooded children there that have been paired up with filthy halfies and disgusting mudbloods. The Dark Lord and my family are right though, we need to keep our bloodlines pure and we can't taint them with non-magical blood, there is so much tainted blood over there I could hardly stand it. Thank god that yours is one of the purest, I'm sure that if you and the boy have a baby, you can cover up his stench of a blood-traitor in that child.

I love you Hel and the Dark Lord is waiting for you to join our ranks. Narcissi and I are waiting and she sends you her love. I think Lucius is jealous of you, prick, but his blood is pure and that's all that matters.

Love, the Dark Lord's faithful servant,

𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓲𝔁 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴."

"My God, she's mad," Sirius mumbled, clearly soft enough so that Hel wouldn't hear, but Hel still heard it anyway.

Hel bit her lip and held back her tears, she could feel her honourary older sister slip away to the Dark Lord, who was her madness, every single letter she wrote Hel. Bellatrix went from being "Trixie!!!" To "Bella!" And she was fast approaching "Bellatrix," all in seven years. Hel truly missed the girl Bellatrix once was, but her family's influence had driven her a little crazy through her Hogwarts years and after the Dark Lord took her as his right-hand woman, Hel could practically see her slipping into madness. Hel wished Bellatrix could still be that older sister she looked up to, but she was slowly becoming less and less the girl Hel loved.

"No, she's not mad," Hel whispered, "Bella, you're not mad yet, please, don't leave me like this Bella," Hel mumbled to herself, the tears forming in her eyes. If Bellatrix were there, she'd probably tilt Hel's chin up and whisper, "You are a Queen and a Goddess, don't shed tears for a lower woman, you are higher than that," and, if Hel was being honest, she would've probably listened to Bellatrix and done what she had asked, breathing in and out—acting like Queen. Smiling when she regained her composter and when Bellatrix looked at her with those proud big sister eyes.

"Oh, Hel, I'm sorry," Sirius said, getting up and wrapping an arm around Hel, he clearly heard what she had said, "I bet she's trying to fight it," he reassured Hel.

Hel just shook her head and breathed out, holding her head up high, "That's the worst part, Sirius, she doesn't want to fight it, she thinks the madness is the Dark Lord's 'love' that she's destined to have. And honestly, I can't blame her..."

Sirius tilted his head quizzically, asking a silent question. Hel sighed and put her lip against, resting her head on Sirius' shoulder.

"I have always been known to be destined to be a queen. The moment Bella learned, she told me it every day, and reassured me that I was good enough to be the Queen I was destined to be, she used her lineage and their customs to remind me of how a Queen acts and helped me practice habits that would lead to good Queenship one day. She helped me be the queen I was destined to be while following her own path, which seemed to only lead to bearing children. If I'm guessing correctly, she was trying to love through me, she wanted to be destined to do something as great as being a queen, and the Dark Lord gave her all she ever wanted-"

"A destiny," Sirius whispered.

Hel nodded, "Yes, now she thinks her destiny is to serve by the Dark Lords side and make the Wizarding World 'pure,'" Hel said, then the tears started going down.

She hated, but loved reading letters from Bellatrix, they loved them because, well. They were letters from her big sister, he wouldn't love that? She loved to see Bellatrix's handwriting and remember the good days when she was just a little eleven-year-old following Bellatrix like duckling while gathering her own ducklings. But she hated it because with every letter, was another part of Bellteix's sanity gone to oblivion. Hel was just thankful she held on this long. Andy found love and happiness and a scale to keep her sanity, Cissy found love and kept most of her sanity thanks to the fact that she actually wanted children to love and raise as her own, but Bella, Bella had no one to love other than her sisters. She languished in a loveless marriage (A/N in London, I lived only to read your letters. I look at you and think god what have we done with our lives and what did it get us? That doesn't wipe the tears or the years away but I'm back in the city and I'm here to stay, and you know what I'm here to do? Angelica. I'm not here for you) and despised the man she married, there was no one to keep her sane other than the Dark Lord, and the only thing he was doing was drinking her even more and. Hel tried, oh she tried to keep Bella from going inside, but it wasn't working.

"Hey, Hel?" Sirius whispered, dragging his fingers over Hel's hair.

"Hmm?" Hel mumbled, rubbing her tears away. A queen shouldn't act like this. A goddess shouldn't act like this. No, she was supposed to be perfect and stone-hearted, right? Don't shed tears for the older people, remember what Bella always says, "You are destined to be a Queen darling, act like one, you are above them. Hel, act like it," ever how proud Bella was, remember-

"When you change genders do you have a dick?"

Hel stopped crying and was lost for words because excuse me?! That very much snapped out of the mood when crying and she actually chuckled through tears because of how sudden and funny Sirius sounded.

Apparently, that was what Sirius was trying to accomplish because he grinned and pressed a kiss to Hel's temple, "See! All better! No more mourning for Bellatrix' sanity!" He said brightly. Obviously not thinking before he said anything, "But I still wanna know if you have a dick."

Hel sighed and shook her head, trying to fight a smile because the answer was quite obvious, there's a reason her father can get pregnant when he's in his female form, "Of course I do Sirius, I completely change forms, it's like my father, but it feels kinda strange like I'm trapped in the wrong body, it's hard to explain it."

Sirius shrugged, seemingly having his answer, he gently tipped Hel's chin up and kissed her. Hel, quite surprised by what he was doing since it was a little strange considering what the moment was, didn't kiss back for a few seconds as she was trying to register what was going on, but her mind quickly caught on and she kissed Sirius back, wrapped her hands slowly around his neck.

Then Sirius put his hands in Hel's waist and leaned back, causing for his head to land in his pillows and Hel to be on top of him, he broke the kiss to say, "You're the brightest queen I know, not that I know many queens, but I think you know what I'm trying to do," he whispered against Hel's lips.

Hel gently put her lips back on Sirius as her eyebrows knitted while she changed forms. It wasn't exactly easy, it was like casting a godly spell, the way Hel does it is the same way her father does it. She envisions a loom of sorts, the parts of the spell are the different strings going in and out of the loom, different stings create different patterns and spells. Some spells only could weave, some spells are way too complicated to weave, and some easy, it just depended on who you are. Hel was one of the "lucky" bunch where she could string about three strings into the loom and then her consciousness does the rest of the work for her when she changed gender, but those strings had to be put in the right place or Hel might end up looking quite funny.

Hel felt her form changing and grinned when it was done, she gently pressed kisses along Sirius' jaw, working her way down.

𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

Miranda closed the door behind her and turned to face Regulus, who was sitting on his bed and fidgeting slightly with his hair, something Miranda knew he did when he was nervous. Because, hey! When you love someone, you tend to know little things about them, or, at least, Miranda makes an effort to learn the little things about people to make it easier for them to think you're into them.

Miranda also thought that Reggie looked absolutely adorable in her fancy diamond necklace, it sparkled against his collarbone and it drove Miranda mad just how good he looked in everything. Pastels, black, neon (well, she hadn't seen him in neon, but she was sure he'd look good in them), sparkles, jellies, everything seemed to look good in Reggie, or maybe that was just the part of Miranda's brain that completely and utterly in love with Regulus speaking.)

Miranda pulled Regulus' jacket close to her, taking in the scent of expensive cologne probably specially made just for Regulus, "So, you were saying something earlier?" She asked in a sweet voice, biting her lip and looking through her eyelashes.

"Yeah," Regulus said, pushing his hair behind his ear, "Do you wanna go on the balcony and talk?" He asked, nodding his head slightly to the window that opened to the balcony.

"Of course," Miranda said, following Regulus to where he opened the door for her and they both leaned on the white-tealish railing of the balcony. Regulus with his right arm down and his legs kind of crossed, and Miranda with her elbow in the railing and the side of her chin leaning slightly on her palm. Her dusty pink skirt gently pushed against the tiny poles on the balcony, and Miranda happily noted that the autumn breeze was working in her favour, pushing her hair gently out of her face and giving her that gorgeous windswept look that she loved.

Regulus fidgeted with his hair and looked at Miranda with confused eyes as if he were trying to find the right words to say without making it extremely awkward for both of them. But Miranda could deal with awkward, as long as she got alone time with Regulus she was good.

"So," Regulus mumbled, "You fell in love with me since we were eight?" He asked astonishingly.

Miranda laughed, and smiled, gently blinking up at Regulus, "Yes I did, and you really can't blame me, you're perfect and there's nothing that isn't there to love about you, Reggie. Your smile is the most handsome thing I've ever seen, the way your hair curls just around your ears is adorable, your smile is perfect and just lights up my day when you play Quidditch and win the match the happiness in your face makes me feel so happy, the way that you hold yourself high makes my knees weak, the way you act when no ones looking, how kind you are the little kids when you think no ones looking, just makes everything inside of me light up with warmth," Miranda said, getting closer and closer to Regulus with every reason that she loved him, and she noted that he did the same, "The only problem I could find for myself was the fact that you didn't seem to love me back."

Regulus' mouth dropped a little, to Miranda, it seemed that no one had ever told him why he loved him, or worse, no one had told him they had loved him. Sure, Miranda didn't outright blurt like a fool, "I love you!" But she gave reasons and explained why, which was more than just those three words, it showed just how much she loved him, and that was far more important than just saying that she loved him in her opinion.

"Oh, Andie, I didn't know, why didn't you ever?" Regulus said, but then cut himself off because he was starting to sound a bit awkward, but Miranda just found it kind of cute and endearing.

"Believe me, I've tried to show you," Miranda said, "I've tried to show you all throughout our childhood, and during our third year I halfway gave up, choosing to focus a little more on becoming the queen of the school, but I never fully gave up on you. That's another reason why I became a matchmaker of the school. Other than reading a really good book, I wanted to practise with other people. I hoped someday that I'd be able to match you and me," she said dreamily. 'But then a bloody hat did the job for me, like, excuse me, that's my job, rude,' she grumbled in her mind, still keeping an angelic look on her face.

"Oh, well, for the record," Regulus said softly, scooting closer to Andie so they were barely an inch apart, "I've loved you since we were children too. I just never told you because I assumed you fancied my brother or Lacey."

Miranda sighed and shook her head, looking directly at Regulus with her wide eyes, "Really? Sirius? You thought I fancied him? And Dec? He's more of a dear brother to me than anyone else, and his sister is the closest thing I have to a sister. Sure, our parents were thinking about arranging a marriage for us, but it would have been the most awkward marriage ever, absolutely no romantic love, only platonic love."

"In my defence, Sirius is far more handsome and outgoing than me, he's shagged practically half the girls in this school and probably a quarter of the boys too, and there's a reason for that. He's the best you know, he's got the looks, the personality, the smile, the bad-boy thing, the-"

Miranda stopped Regulus with a gentle kiss on the lips, the softest thing right next to her eyelashes. She barely pressed her lips to his, just enough to show him that it was a kiss. Miranda held herself there for a second, then pulled away with a soft smacking sound.

"I don't care about Sirius, Reggie, I don't care that he's the ladies' boy of the school. All I care about is you, you may be the younger higher to him, but I love you more. I love you more than anything Reggie. I just knew you were my soulmate since the first time I saw you in that ballroom," Miranda whispered against Regulus' lips, one hand laid gently in his shoulder and the other on his cheek, "I love you Regulus, not Sirius, not Declan, just you, always you."

Regulus didn't say a thing, but he gently held his hand to her waist, pulling her closer to him than she already was and pressing his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Sure it was their second kiss together, but it had more of the first kiss feel, plus Regulus hadn't been kissing back during the first time, but Miranda sure as hell was kissing back then.

The kiss eventually deepened, and Miranda kissed back with all the pent-up love from eight long years of loving a boy for eight years. She was excited to finally have Regulus for herself, and it felt just so good to be kissing him as if she had accomplished something great, and, in a way, she had accomplished something that was quite a feat: she kissed her true love from when they were just children for the second time. To Miranda, that was just bloody amazing!

Regulus was the first to break away, and Miranda felt that light-headed feeling that was caused by kissing someone you actually fancied.

"So, are we?" Regulus asked, pointing back and forth between Miranda and him.

"Only if you want to," Miranda said, biting her lip and twirling a curl around her finger.

"Oh hell yes then," Regulus said, capturing Miranda's lips in another kiss.

𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖞'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

"Oh for the love of fucks Sev, do you know how to bloody walk in those damn things?! You're driving me mad!" Harley said, standing up angrily from their bed.

Honestly, Harley's new dorm reminded them of a dark palace, everything was emo and black, except for the occasional fake green. Black bed, black vanity, black band posters, black jewellery, black clothes, black vanity, and that was both sides of the room, not just Harley's. Heck, their fucking balcony was made of some black metal!

Severus jumped like a puppy when one of those juggle cars honked and looked to Harley while trying to walk in her combat boots, "I mean, not really," he said, clutching his potion book to his chest. Honestly, it was like that book was his lifeline or something, Harley's seen him take it with him to the bloody shower.

Harley groaned, turning back to their math book. Unpopular opinion: maths is fuckin amazing and no one will convince Harley otherwise, it wasn't their fault that some people were just some dumb shits that didn't know how to do anything complicated. It was fun when you realized how to do the damn problems correctly, and Harley had absolutely no other shit to do, so what were they supposed to do? Sure they could read that fat book of fairytales again, but that shit would get boring if you read it over and over and over again. Especially is someone was stomping their feet around like it was a the fucking circus or something.

"Would you like me to fucking teach you?" Harley asked sarcastically.

"Yes please," Sev said, either dying for attention, or the dude has no fucking clue how to wear combat boots that were two sizes too big. Harley was going for a mixture of both.

Harley rolled their eyes and slammed their book shut, marching right up to Severus and standing beside him, "Great, lift one foot nice and fucking high, higher than Potter after a damn quidditch match because no son of bitch is going to convince me he doesn't smoke pot before those things," Harley said, directing Sevurus how to walk.

After many, many failed steps, some furious yelling, a few tears, was that blood? A hell of a lot of very creative curing and some insults toward the Marauders later, Severus would kind of walk in Harley's combat boots. Keyword there: kind of.

"Oh for fucks sake at least you're not climbing around like a damn horse," Harley said, giving up and going back to her maths book, glaring at it. Glaring should be considered a sport, it was hard work and you felt quite refreshed after it.

Severus just pouted and clomped over to his bed and plopped down, taking out a quill and scribbling in that damn notebook again. Harley relished the silence while they could, usually, it was pretty quiet with them and Sev, the kind of quiet right before a storm of bickering...

"Lily didn't even pay attention to me at all," Severus pouted, obviously still not goddamn over the two fucking facts that 1) That damn sorting said that Evans wasn't Severus' soulmate, so he should just stop pouting about it, and 2) Lily. Fucking. Evans. Doesn't. Fancy. You. IT'S NOT THAT BLOODY HARD SEVERUS! WOULD YOU LIKE FOR THEM TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?

Harley voiced these opinions in the air, quite clearly thank you very much, so clearly it left Severus a little shocked, but excuse them, being an older sibling meant setting the truth straight for the younger ones, and the truth hurts like a motherfucking bitch.

"Fine," Severus mumbled, then parked up a bit, "Would you like to help me make this new potion?"

Harley looked up, flipping the page of their maths book, Sev's weird cloak thing uncomfortably hugging at their shoulder-armpit area, "Depends on what it does," they told Sev.

"It's a new and improved love po-"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKES SEV GET THE FUCK OVER IT!"

𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

Olivia sighed and sat on her side of the room, which was mainly just pink things everywhere (it was her favourite colour after all) a fluffy pink blanket, pink duvet, pink stuffed animals, pink everything (well, not everything, but you get the idea), while Evan's side of the room was mainly dark blues and greens, it was a startling difference. Their door looked like one of Alex Fierro's outfits (not that she knew who that was.)

"So," Olivia said, sitting down on the edge of her bed, facing Evan, "You gave me one of those looks during the game," she said as if it weren't a big deal.

"What looks?" Evan asked in the same tone, playing with his fingers while sitting like Olivia on the edge of his bed, facing her.

It was honestly quite frustrating, it was like they were both in denial about their feelings for one another, well, at least, Olivia thought that's what was happening. Acting like she didn't care about anything was sort of Olivia's defence mechanism against, well, everything. Acting like she didn't care about Evan was just another thing to add to the list of things she acted like she didn't care about, but actually does... it was quite confusing sometimes.

Maybe it was time to come clean, to tell Evan what she really felt, to actually open up for once. It wasn't like she'd be lying or something like that, she'd be telling the truth, and hopefully, Evan would too.

Olivia was silent for a moment, looking at Evan, who was still playing with his hands. It seemed to be a natural habit for him, Olivia didn't think she had any natural habits, well, other than rolling her eyes. Also, through the days they spent basically their entire day together, Olivia found out Evan could actually be quite, well, quiet. He wasn't exactly a talker and seemed to be nervous around Olivia all the time.

"You know what I'm talking about," Olivia said confidently, pulling her-Evan's jacket closer to her, "When you were quoting me, you gave me a look and used quite the specific quote, why?"

Olivia didn't mean to be pushy, she was just determined to actually get Evan to open up while still making her not look desperate or like a fool. Clearly, Evan was trying to do the same, but he broke first.

Evan sighed slowly, looking up from his hands and to Olivia, "Because I know you've said that, and I know you fancy me, and I do notice you!" He said, shrugging his shoulders in exasperation, "I've always noticed you Tucke-Olivia!"

Olivia scrunched her eyebrows at the Olivia bit of Evans sentence, clearly, he was actually trying to open up and get her to open up if he was using her first name...

"You have?" Olivia said a little disbelieving, "Then why have you never confronted me about it?" She practically cried out. It was a little much you know, figuring out the boy you fancied for ages actually liked you back even though you thought he didn't even know you, speaking of not knowing her - "And if you do notice me, then why did you not even know my bloody name during the sorting?"

Evan opened his mouth, but then shut it, thinking over his words for a moment, "I never confronted you about it," he said slowly, "because I was just a tad bit too scared to. Of course, we've flirted once or twice in our six years at Hogwarts, but it was always you who started it, I just went along to go along. I mean, I enjoyed it! And I "didn't know your name" because it might've tainted my family's reputation by just knowing your name," Evan explained, taking a lot with his hands, "A Gryffindor girl," he added as if Olivia needed further explanation.

"Well that's one similarity between us," Olivia said sighing, "Undying loyalty to the ones we love," she mumbled, "We should've been sorted into Hufflepuff."

Evan just shrugged, "Well, I've explained myself, your turn."

"What's there to say?" Olivia asked, sighing, her shoes were already off so she swung her feet up on the bed and laid down, her hands on her stomach, "I've fancied you for the longest time. You were like a mystery to me you know, everyone notched me and just wondered why you didn't. You were mysterious to me and in a handsome way, might I add. Maybe that's why I liked you, you weren't like everyone else, well, not to me at least. I was delighted that you got me, but when you asked my name my heart just hit the floor, at least I know you were bluffing," Olivia said, then she heard a soft plopping sound come from the other bed, and turned her head to see that Evan was in the same position she was.

Evan still played with his fingers, a habit Olivia guessed he just couldn't break, like Olivia's eye-rolling, it was quite painful to not behave to stop it for that game, just painful. But Evan looked like he was thinking and Olivia just kept quiet until he said something. Olivia didn't have anything to say, so might as well let Evan take a bit of control over the conversation.

"How about we try to get to know each other?" Evan asked, turning his head to face Olivia's.

"Isn't that what we've been trying to do these past few days?" Olivia asked, snickering.

Evan chuckled and bit his lip, "Not what I mean, we've been a disaster these past few days. Trying to get the other to open up, and trying not to look like a fool or sound desperate through it all. How about we actually open up? No judging, not one or other superior, just opening up?"

Olivia laughed, "You? Not thinking you're superior? What happened to the Rosier family name? I'm not trying to be rude of course, sorry if it sounded that way."

"No, actually, it's fine. I may be loyal to my family and love them, but it doesn't really mean I have to be exactly like them. I'm me, they're them, it's how it works I guess. What about you? What's your family like?"

Olivia smiles brightly, thinking of her two loving dads, "Well, I've got two dads, and I love them both so much. I'm adopted, obviously, my biological parents were both magical and I'm pure-blooded, but they still put me up for adoption. My dad adopted me when I was a baby. One of them is a muggle, the other a wizard. They were the best parents anyone could ask for really. They were both the most loving parents in the world, and taught me life lessons that have come in handy."

Evan scoffed, "The only lesson that my parents have taught me is that the pureblooded are the superiors in the wizarding world and everyone else should be exterminated."

Olivia shrugged, "Well, my fathers taught me that we should accept people for who they are, not who you want them to be. They also taught me that some people may come from bad palaces, but that doesn't necessarily make them bad themself until they prove themself bad of course. Sort of like the whole innocent until proven guilty thing."

Evan seemed to consider that idea for the moment. Olivia assumed it went against all of his family beliefs. His family believed that the inside matters, and not your soul, your blood, even though it made no sense the whole "pure-blood" thing to Olivia, others still believe in it.

"Well, your dads sound wonderful, I bet they'd hate me though, I'm the complete opposite of everything they stand for," Evan said, frowning.

"Well," Olivia said insightfully, "You'd be surprised, I've never brought a boy home before, you could be a murder of puppies and they'd still adore you if I was happy. Well, maybe not a murder, but you get what I mean."

𝕻𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖆'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

Later on, Pandora played around with the new paint set she got for her birthday, March 27th, from Lily. It was a complete muggle paint set, meaning that there weren't any added enchantments to make the portraits move. This was actually quite nice because Pandora didn't have to paint the face last all the time, and the mouth certainly last because the paintings would just try to annoy her all of the time.

She wasn't painting a person though this time, she was painting the view she had from the balcony her and Remus' dorm, and the dorm itself was honestly quite cute. It was very homey, because both she and Remus had decorated their old dorms in warm colours that reminded most people of home and warmth. Remus had his side of the dorm decorated with golds, reds, and browns, there were photos of his family pasted to the walls, some of the Marauders, a few of him and Pandora, and a few other cute things, Pandora's side was decked out with reds and golds there was a Quidditch flag with the word beater hung up for her spot in the Quidditch team (she was obviously a beater), she had pictures of her family, some with Lily, Marlene and Frank, and some with Remus as well. It may have not been over the top fancy like Sirius or Lily's dorms with the whole chandelier thing, but it was still quite fancy, and it honestly looked kind like how a cosy cottage would.

Plus the view outside was beautiful, Pandora had a perfect look at Hagrid's hut, she really did need to pay him a visit, it's been three days since her last one, the forbidden first, and the Great Lake, and she wanted to capture it all perfectly so she could remember it forever. Pandora herself was in the orangish-goldish balcony, while Remus had gone off to the library to check out a new book after making sure the rest of the Marauders weren't dead or had killed anyone.

Pandora smiled at her painting, it was beautiful really, how some tiny little paint strokes were part of a bigger something, the stroke on its own wasn't that much a piece of famous artwork, but a million strokes together could create historical matrices!

It was probably been four hours after they had played the game, Pandora still had Remus' favourite beanie in her head, and no doubt Remus still had on her (well, technically it was his, but Pandora claimed it as hers long ago and only returned it for a day or two when it stopped using like Remus, a.k.a. leather and chocolate) jumper.

Pandora went back to her piece and finished up the last details, a bit bluer there, a bit more texture on the grass, a tad bit more shadow there, done! She quickly cleaned up her panting things and made sure they were cleaned and put them back into their right spots. Pandora took her painting and set it out to dry, then she heard footsteps behind her and a pair of warm hands snaked their way to her waist.

Pandora smiled and leaned into Remus' touch, "Hello Remy, is my brother still alive?" she asked jokingly

Remy laughed and rested his chin on top of Pandora's head and on his beanie. Since Remus had grown over the summer, he was now about a head taller than Pandora, but Pandora thought the height difference was cute, and no doubt so did Remus by all the looks of it.

"Yes, for now," Remus sighed, pressed a kiss to Pandora's cheek.

"Oh I know that tone," Pandora said, "What's he done this time?"

"He's annoying poor Declan to hell and back."

Pandora chuckled, she heard the many, many questions James had for Declan. She knew that James was a hopeless romantic since he could love. He did the bouquets and chocolate thing every date, the gentleman seat thing, the letters, the poems, heck, he was even saving his first kiss for his "true love." Sirius may be the lady's boy (and gentlemen's boy), shagging practically everyone in the school (when it's appropriate) but dear god was James the hopeless romantic.

"Poor Lacey, do you think James is still annoying him?" Pandora asked, only a little worried about her brother's safety. James could handle himself fine, but he was also put up against a mad scientist (well, that's what Remus told her, she wouldn't deny it though) who's annoyed, better that nothing blows up.

"I'm sure they're fine," Remus said, "Are you leaving the painting out here tonight? By the way, it's lovely, you're always so good at painting, I can't even draw a stick figure."

Pandora sighed, gently tugging Remus' hands from off of her waist and pulling him into their dorm, "Yeah, it doesn't look like it's going to rain, so I'll be fine, and you can sketch pretty well, you just aren't good with paintings. With a pencil you're just fine," she said, then they both plopped into Pandora's bed since it was closer to the window. "What are Siri and Peter up to?"

Remus blushed and chuckled nervously, "Peter was sketching when I last saw him, and er, I think Sirius and Hel are shagging," he said, getting softer and softer after the "er".

"Oh finally they're together, I've been waiting for so long," Pandora sighed. Remus had situated himself behind her in her bed, leaning his head on the headboard, which put Pandora in his lap, she scooted back a bit and leaned her head on Remus' chest.

"Wait what? You've been waiting? How long is long?" Remus asked, gently running his fingers through Pandora's hair.

Pandora hair wasn't nearly as messy as her brother's (dear god, she hoped his poor kid - if he does have any biological kids, seeing as his soulmate is also male - doesn't have the same messy-head gene, it'd be a nightmare to comb out every morning and night) it was still quite messy, her hair hated hair combs and brushes, and it took a while to get it smoothed out. Remus loved just dragging his fingers through Pandora's hair, gently untangling it along the way, plus Pandora loved having her hair played with by Remus, so it was a win-win situation.

"I've only known Sirius fancied Hel since fourth year, a few weeks after we broke up. How long have you known? And how did you know Hel liked him back? It's not like she shows it around us anyways," Remus said, and he wasn't wrong. Hel wasn't exactly an open book when it comes to emotions, especially around people like Pandora and Remus.

Pandora shrugged, "As for how long I've known, one year before you, Sirius practically lived with me and James during the summer, I got to know him pretty well in second year, third year just made the bind stronger than diamond. As to how I knew, it's kind of like Mother's intubation I guess. I think that it and being the mom-friend comes in a package deal," Pandora explained, then Remus suddenly perked up.

"Oh! I nearly forgot!" Remus exclaimed, gently pulling himself from behind Pamdoraand bouncing up, going over to his bag.

Pandora scooted to the edge of the bed and watched as Remus pulled out ten parcels. One light periwinkle, one brown, one red, one yellow, one gold, one dark blue, one orange, one black, and one green. He stacked them up on each other and brought them over to Pandora, setting the parcels in between them.

"I went to visit Archimedes in the Olwrey after I went to the library today. I saw you were worried when he didn't show up to breakfast, so I went to check for myself, turns out he had taken a bit longer since he was carrying ten parcels," Remus explained, "Oh, and, I think Archimedes is in love with Iris, kept on hooting at each other and rubbing bills, and Ganglati nearly tried to peck me to death, I think he was saying him. Or he could just be trying to kill me, who knows."

Pandora chuckled at the last bit. If there was one major flaw she knew about Hel, other than the fact she acted like a blood supremacist, was that her Raven, Ganglati, got into so much trouble. Pandora's seen what the strange Raven has done at the Slytherin table, apparently, his favourite move was dive-bombing into orange juice, or apple juice or whatever's closest to Hel's cup that wasn't Hels. As for the Iris situation...

"Iris? As in, Lily's owl?" Pandora asked though she thought she knew the answer.

"Yup, Lily's owl," Remus said, laughing a bit.

Pandora shook her head and laughed right along with him. Pandora, Remus, and Lily all thought that Archimedes had the hots for Iris since the two owls first met, but apparently, Remus just confirmed their suspicions.

"So, I'm assuming it is from my mum?" Pandora asked, still smiling brightly, gesturing to the ten parcels.

"Oh, yeah," Remus said, recovering from his laugh, "Er, let's see who's who's?"

Pandora agreed and began looking at the delicate writing on the parcels. It was so beautiful and flowing, a lot like how you would expect a breeze to look if it could form words. Pandora's mother always had the most beautiful writing, and, for a businessman, Pandora's father had handwriting like chicken scrawl.

They quickly identified the different parcels, the light periwinkle one was Pandora's, the brown one was Remus', the red one was Lily's, the yellow one was Elorie's, the gold one was James', the dark blue one was Declan's, the orange one Peter's, the black one Sirius', and the green one Hel's.

"Huh, this is more than usual, I didn't expect your mum to give one to Declan or Hel, it's usually just you, me, James, Peter, Sirius, Elorie and Lily," Remus said, tugging the ribbon on his parcel.

Pandora, however, was already ripping the wrapping paper off, her curiosity getting the better of her. Pandora, like her namesake, had always been quite the curious girl, she liked to know everything going on, and sometimes it was a bad thing, she's always heard the phrase, "curiosity kills the cat" but out of curiosity, she wanted to find the origin of the saying, and everyone always forgets the last bit - "but satisfaction brought it back." Pandora was also the kind of girl to rip into the presents the moment she got them, she's just way too curious to see what's inside. Remus learned this the fun way back in first year, her eyes just lit up when he got her a birthday present as she tore her way through the wrapping paper the second it left Remus' hands.

Pandora saw that there were a few things in her mother's mingle care package, something she's done for James, Pandora, and their friends since they left for Hogwarts. First, there were sweets, there was a new recipe in there, her favourite chocolate chips to bake with, a gorgeous carved paintbrush, and a note from her mother. Pandora quickly opened the letter and read it thoroughly, laughing a bit when she finished.

"You should start calling her mum too, she'll be your mum-in-law soon, well, by this letter she sent me at least," Pandora said, handing the letter to Remus, then looking down at his halfway-open parcel, "Can I open that for you?"

Remus chuckled, "I thought you'd never ask," he said, handing over the box to Pandora and opening up the letter:

"Dear Pandora,

Oh, I just knew that Remus would be your soulmate! Your two were meant to be from the moment you saw each other! Sure, your father and I may have been getting on when you two would get together, and you already know I won that bet, but we didn't expect you two to already have the confirmation you need now!

Oh dear, you two have grown up so much, I still remember you as the shy little girl who wouldn't talk to anyone and blushed like a cherry when you saw the cute boy with massive curls and I quote, "honey-coloured eyes mum, he's got honey-coloured eyes." It was honestly quite adorable to see you hide in your room with Lily when he and the rest of James' little crew came over. Obviously, you opened up, but it was quite adorable, it reminded me of how I was with your father when we were going to Hogwarts, we couldn't have been more different. I was smitten with the cute boy who didn't talk much, who was best friends with a boy who talked way too much.

Anyhow, tell darling Remus that he was accepted into the Potter family long ago, and tell him to tell his father that I'd like to see him, considering we'd be related by blood very soon. (And don't convince me otherwise you two are the cutest couple ever and I have no doubt you'll be getting married in the future, would you like a big or a small wedding? Oh! I and your father will pay for everything, consider it our wedding gift, I know a lovely little shop that sells the most gorgeous wedding dresses! I'll be sure to take you when you're ready! Oh, I'm so excited!).

Love,

ℳ𝓊𝓂

P.S. Would you like a fall wedding or a winter wedding? Or maybe spring, perhaps summer! Oh! I nearly forgot! Would you like it to be traditional or out of the box? Oh, I'm so excited!"

Remus chuckled as Pandora marvelled over the many different flavours of chocolate Mrs. Potter had given him, no doubt also diving into the letter. It sounded like he'd have absolutely no problem asking for Pandora's father for his blessing. Even if her father said no, Euphemia could be scary when her children's happiness is at stake, no doubt she'd smack Mr. Potter over your head and call him foolish. Speaking of hand in marriage, he really needed to talk to Sirius and James about something... perhaps Hel and Lily could help too....

"Hey, love, you alright?" Pandora asked, clearly snapping Remus back to reality. Pandora grinned and handed Remus back his letter, "We should get these parcels to their rightful owners, I could go alone if you wanted."

"Oh no, I'm going too, I have to talk to Sirius and James anyway," Remus said, grabbing four parcels while Pandora got the other four.

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

Thalia sighed and flipped another page in her book, she was just at the end where the demigod recklessly attacked a war god, at least the demigod was pretty smart and used the terrain against the god. Thalia admired the girl in the book though, daughter of the wisdom goddess, Athena - Thalia absolutely adored Athena, she even named her owl after the goddess - the girl was hard-working, intelligent, and a logical thinker, everything Thalia ever liked to be.

Thalia also took a look over to Rabastan, who was flipping a page in his own book. So far, the only things Thalia learned about Rabastan was that he was loyal to his family, he grew up learning anyone with "impure-blood" was bad, his favourite colour was green (if his side of the dorm was anything to go off of), he barely breathed in his sleep, as if he were dead (this was quite unsettling to Thalia the first three nights she shared a room with him. Thalia was night-owl, typical late-reading or eating, while Rabastan was an early bird. The first night he slept like the dead Thalia had entertained the thought that he had actually died in his sleep. The fact that he sleeps like he's laying on a board doesn't help either), he hates using lotion on his hands, he despises Gryffindors, and that he loves to read.

Thalia looked over to the book he had in his hands as he was sitting in his bed, in the same position as Thalia. Head leaning in the headboard, legs out and book in the lap. Thalia saw that it was the same genealogy book she had been reading the first night she was back, the one from the Ravenclaw common room. Thalia briefly wondered how he was reading the same book, but remembered there could've been multiple copies in Hogwarts, plus she was living in a castle just teeming with magic, so it wasn't as if entertaining the idea that the book could've somehow been transported here would be completely out of the ordinary.

Thalia quickly finished her book and grabbed her bag, "Well, if you desire to know, I'm going to the Owlery, I need to go visit my owl, her name's Athena if you didn't know previously. Named after the Greek goddess of wisdom."

"Yes yes Ha-Carm-Thalia," Rabastan said, clearly trying to get the right words from out of his mouth.

Thalia had just been waking to the door when she stopped in her tracks, "Did you just call me by my first name?" she asked in confirmation.

"Yes," Rabastan said, flipping a page in his book.

"Oh yes, because we're clearly on a first name basis," Thalia said sarcastically, "Yes, because, for the initial three days of recognising me, you called me nothing other than Halfie with the sporadic use of my last name," she added, leaning on the door slightly, her brown hair swishing around her shoulders.

Rabastan shrugged, "I'm just trying to speed up the process of friendship, that's all."

"So, you want to be friends?"

"Well, you are my soulmate, we're forced to room with each other, no doubt the ministry has something planned for us after schooling, my parents are already going to kill me, so, yes, I'd like to be friends. Might as well not despise each other if we live in the same room. Plus, it's hard to despise you."

Thalia crossed her arms, "I'll take that as a compliment, and Lily shared a room with her archnemesis, so I'm certain we'd be fine, but being friends is an excellent idea to entertain. Plus, it's just a tad difficult to not abhor you, only a tad bit"

Rabastan sent a sarcastic sneer to Thalia, which she happily returned, but suddenly there was a banging noise coming from the window to the balcony. Thalia wrinkled her eyebrows together as she went to look at what happened, Rabastan getting up from his spot and doing the same thing. Thalia looked through the window and saw that an owl had come to deliver a scarlet envelope.

"It's a howler," Rabastan said incredibly, and as if it wasn't completely obvious that an angry red letter was trying to bang itself in.

"Oh no, of course, it's not a howler," Thalia whispered under her breath sarcastically. She'd seen her fair share of howlers in the last week, parents upset about their children not getting pure-blooded soulmates. Well, excuse you, so-called pureblooded magic folk, but love doesn't work that way. Thalia had yet to get a letter from home, but she didn't expect to, not with the situation her home was in anyway...

The howler kept on banging on the window to be let in, and Thalia had seen what those letters do to themselves when they're infinite,d so she quickly went through the possibilities in her head. One, she could let howler stay out there and then burst through the glass, but that would rip glass to pieces and potentially cause glass shards to end up in her and Rabastan, which wasn't exactly the best situation. On the other hand, she would let the howler in and fare the consequences, but that could cause emotional damage on Rabastan, and, as much as Thalia despised him, she also knew what it was like to be afraid of your parents and their choices, specifically their choices.

Thalia looked over at Rabastan and saw an expression she wasn't exactly familiar with on his face, perhaps she'd only seen it twice: fear. Just fear in his eyes. They made eye contact and Thalia mouthed sorry, opening the window.

The howler immediately went up in Rabastan's face and a shrill lady's voice started screeching at Rabastan, and the only thing Thalia could do was watch.

"RABASTAN LESTRANGE I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! A FILTHY HALF-BLOOD? REALLY? WE RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS, I EXPECT THAT YOU WILL THROW AWAY THIS GIRL AND FIND YOURSELF A PUREBLOODED WICH FROM ONE OF OUR PRISTINE FAMILIES. YOUR CHILDREN WILL NOT BE TAINTED WITH NONMATICAL BLOOD AND I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT! YOU UTTER DISGRACE! WE MADE SURE YOUR SOUL HAD NO ROOM FOR THOSE FILTHY HALFIES AND MUDBLOODS! I WILL BE SPEAKING TO THE MINISTRY ABOUT THIS. I SUGGEST THAT YOU GET RID OF THIS GIRL AND THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES WHEN YOU COME HOME. I CAN'T BLOODY BELIEVE YOU RABASTAN! YOU HAVE DISSPAOINTED ME YOUR FATHER, YOUR BROTHER AND THE FAMILY FAMILY NAME!"

Rabastan and Thalia just watched wide-eyed as the letter angrily shared itself into pieces and left a mess on Thalia's side of the room.

Thalia's mouth was also opened in shock because, excuse her crazy lady, but it wasn't exactly his choice to be soulmates with her. Sure, Thalia wasn't perfect by a long shot, no matter how hard she tried to be but calling her a filthy half-blood? Rude! And calling a Rabastan a disappointment, and that she "made sure he would have no room", and that "she raised him better"? That sounded a hell of a lot like child manipulation.

Rabastan just shook his head and walked over to his side of the room and sat on his bed, opening his book as if nothing had happened. But Thalia was able to detect the signs of his stress and fear (excuse her if she liked to read Sherlock Holmes and those kinds of things, well, she just reads anything she can get her hands on, but she picks up on things too) and she set her bag down. The trip to the library could wait, apparently, Rabstan had been through a lot of emotional trauma in his childhood. Thalia knew how that felt...

"Hey, are you alright?" Thalia asked but felt kind of stupid for asking because really Thals? Of course, he wasn't alright! His mother just called him a bloody disgrace!

"I think it's best if we don't talk to each other," Rabastan muttered under his breath, biting his lip and flipping his page, but it didn't really look like his eyes were reading the book at all.

Thalia sighed and thought about her decisions; one: she could do as Rabastan asked and just go to the library and then the owlery, and not comfort Rabastan, but then she'd feel terrible or not comforting Rabastan, two: she could go to the library and go to the owlery (or the other way around) and come back a tad early to see if she could comfort Rabastan, but she may get sidetracked and then it'd be too late, and she'd feel terrible about herself, or, three: she could stay behind and comfort Rabastan doing the better thing and she'd possibly feel good about herself later.

Thalia chewed the inside of her mouth and looked at the sky, choosing option three. Thalia hated not being on schedule. She had planned her entire day yesterday, but there was a lot of room for sticking things in since she had no classes to study for, just loads of reading. Thalia was the type of person to have everything planned out and to hate being even a tad bit late to anything. At the moment, her caring side was taking over as She sat down on the edge of Rabastans bed, not facing him though.

"I'm sorry about your mother, she appears completely sane," Thalia said sarcastically, chewing the inside of her mouth.

"She means well."

"If you mean raising you and brainwashing you to be a blood Nazi, then, of course, she means well," Thalia said sarcastically, turning herself to face Rabastan a little, "Did you not hear her? She literally admitted to raising you to hate people, isn't that just a touch concerning?"

"She does it out of love," Rabastan whispered.

"She denominated you a disgrace, is that out of love too?" Thalia replied softly, completely turning to face Rabastan and sitting right beside him. She dropped the sarcasm and looked at Rabastan with a face that meant, "I'm really sorry, I really am."

Rabastan just slammed his book shut and put it on his forehead, breathing deeply, "How would you know what it feels like?"

"Not only the blood supremacists possess horrid parents."

Rabastan looked over to Thalia with a shocked, but apologetic expression on his face. "Oh, I didn't know, I'm so sor-"

"Spare me," Thalia said, cutting him off if he finished he'd no doubt want some explanation, and Thalia didn't feel like opening up that bit of her life up to him just yet. The only person who knew about her life back home was Lily, no one else.

Rabastan was going to say something, but clearly took Thalia's advice and saved it for later. Rabastan literally bit his tongue in his mouth and Thalia watched as he came up with something to say.

"Well, I can't really do anything, without my family's name I'm nothing," he said, shrugging.

Thalia scrunched her face up, "That's not true, look at me! I don't possess a noble family title, yet I'm already all set for the future!"

Rabastan sighed and leaned his head on the headboard, "Sometimes I hate my family. They're so demanding, they're main priority is what they call "breeding,"" Rabstan said, opening up to Thalia.

Thalia scoffed and grinned, "Sometimes you hate them? And really, breeding? My god, if they believe that they were so intelligent, then why don't they come up with a more suitable way of saying "breeding" it's certainly not that dangerous to obtain a thesaurus!"

Rabastan rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Alright, a lot of the time I hate them, and that's exactly what I was thinking!"

Thalia sighed and smiled brightly, maybe it just took a howler to get two people to open up to each other.

𝕰𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊'𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜:

"IM. SO. BOOOOORRRRREEEEDD!" Elorie, groaned, bouncing on her very springy bed.

"No brooms," Lily mumbled, probably out of habit since Elorie insisted the room was big enough to fly a broom in a circle around. Elorie didn't really get why Lily was so worried about getting a broomstick into the room! The last time she jumped out of the window and did a somersault into her boomstick below the balcony, that's all!

Elorie pouted and watched as Lily embroidered flowers onto her book cover. What did the book say? Asgardian flowers and what to use them for? Hel must've gotten that book for Lily. Make sense.

Elorie was bored as fuck. She had taken off Lily's white converse to bounce on her bed, and Lily was still wearing her Marauder leather jacket. That thing was beloved, thank you very much. All the Marauders had matching ones, granted, all the boys' jackets weren't purple, they were black, but still! Peter doesn't really wear his, but Sirius and James love to wear theirs around the halls and flaunt them.

Then there was a knocking at the door and Elorie practically flew from her bed to go get the door. Lily just scoffed like always and sat in her spot, completely ignoring the door because she learned quickly that Elorie was like a dog. Multiple personalities, quick to jump at movement, boundless energy, YOLO lifestyle, Elorie has it all, and, honestly, Elorie agreed. 

"Hello, Pan!" Elorie said enthusiastically, glad for something to put her mind on other than being extremely and utterly bored, "Whatcha got there?" She asked, peeking to where Remus and Pandora were holding a box each, one red and one yellow.

"Hi Elorie, but these are care packages from mum," Pandora said, smiling warmly and handing at the yellow box to Elorie, "and the one Remy has over there is for Lily."

Lily popped up like a sprouting flower from her bed and walked like a little princess over to Remus, or, that's what Elorie saw. Honestly, Elorie wouldn't admit it out loud, but Lil rocked her purple leather jacket, she looked good in leather! Elorie would never admit that out loud either....

Elorie quickly took the box from Pandora's hands and stared at it giddily like a kid getting a Christmas present. Elorie jumped on the spring pad she owned (courtesy of Mrs Potter) and bounced into her bed. "Tell Mrs. Potter I said thank you, Dora!" Elorie quickly called out.

Lily rolled her eyes at Elorie's mannerisms and took her box, "Thanks Pan, do you two need anything?"

Pandora looked to Remus, who shook his head, Pandora then looked back to Lily and smiled warmly, "No, we don't need anything, but, I was going to head down to the kitchens to bake and talk to the house-elves, and I wanted to go to Hagrid's after dinner. Do you guys want any cookies? I can bring a platter up if you'd like," Pandora offered.

"Oooh, that'd be great!" Elorie yelled at the exact same time Lily said, "Can I come with you to Hagrid's? I've been meaning to visit him."

Pandora responded kindly to both answers and she and Remus went away, presumably down to the kitchens to bake cookies, which left Elorie and Lily alone in their room again, with presents this time. So that either meant the tower was going to burn down, or Elorie was going to be entertained with something to do, but both usually went hand in hand with one another.

Elorie tore open her wrapping paper with zero grace whatsoever and opened the package, she first made sure to throw the holographic confetti and glitter into the air above her head so she could become one with the holo, then she dumped everything out on her bed.

The first thing that plopped out was a whoopie cushion, which was excellent because not only did Elorie's old one(s) break because someone sat on the wrong spot, but this one turned invisible when you said the right words, oh Mrs Potter knew her well. Then she found some cute contacts which let you see in the dark while you had them in (oh sweet Mrs. Potter, Elorie loves her so much), then she found some sweet hair care products for black girl hair courtesy of Mr Potter (oh her locks are going to be poofay!), and, obviously, some sweets because no care parcel truly made by Mrs Potter could be complete without sweets. Elorie sifted through the sparkles and confetti (she would find sparkles still in her bed and in her hair by the end of the year, guarantee) and found something that surprised her, a single, red, lily. Elorie rolled her eyes and sighed, clearly this was Mrs Potter's nice way of saying that one of her kids, whether that be Sirius, James, or Pandora had told her that Lily was Elorie's soulmate.

Elorie grinned at her other things, setting the lily in her drawer, then read the letter, which was filled with the same goodness Mrs Potter was made of, and Elorie made a mental note to send a thank you letter later.

Elorie then peered over to Lily, who got a buttload of sweets, hair care products, embroidery needles and thread, a vibrant flower that reminded Elorie of herself, and in Lily's hands was a beautiful, old fashioned bottle that held some clear liquid inside.

"I can't tell if this is alcohol or perfume," Lily whispered to herself, about to test it out on her skin before Elorie quickly took it into her hands.

Lily watched in horror as Elorie chugged half of the contents of the bottle, not knowing if it was alcohol or perfume. Elorie wasn't sure if Lily was horrified for her safety, Elorie's safety, or the fact that half of the contents of the bottle was going down her enemy's throat, but Elorie looked at the bottle and at Lily with a deadpan expression.

"Perfume," Elorie said with a deadpan expression on her face, "It's very floral," she added before feeling a bit dizzy, the last thing she heard before fainting was Lily groaning before everything went black. Elorie's last thought was: 'Damn, if this is how I go out, at least I go out fabulously.'

...

Question one for your OC: What would their reaction be to Umbridge?

Hel's answer: Pure hate. That's all, pure hate. Umbridge would totally not believe Hel is a goddess and then Hel would just have a grudge for eternity. She'd have a special place in Tartarus for that woman thank you very much. Maybe she could split her soul in two and have half of her soul in Helheim for her to torture personally, yes, that sounds nice.

Question two for your OC: If your couple could choose four things they want in their dream home, what would they be?

Hel's answer: For Hel and Sirius, there would definitely be a gigantic bath floor just for baths because the two absolutely love their baths. There would be a floor dedicated to books on mythology', potions, charms, and transfiguration because they love all of them. There would be a room just for practising godly magic, spells, target practice, things like that and there would be a cuddle room filled with just pillows, cushions, dog toys, and everything possible for fun cuddling time.

Question one for you: What are you dressing up as for halloween?

I'm not doing Halloween this year xD I'm going to stay home and eat all of my brother's unwanted candy while binging Lucifer, and watching the Marvel movies and hopefully getting some Hocus Pocus and Nightmare Before Christmas in there.

Question two for you: What's your favourite candy?

Dark chocolate and sour blue raspberry rope!

Characters used in this chapter:

Miranda Clark

Declan Lacey

Elorie McFellon

Harley Kelly (but with fewer smiles)

Hel Lokidottir

Maelyn Winkle

Olivia Tucker-James

Pandora Potter

Thalia Carmichael