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𝔦𝔳. Fight Face







chapter four ... FIGHT FACE

(FRIGHT FACE)






SO IRELAND won.

Eve said it and so it was but she really hopes that wasn't the case since she could've put down a hefty bet herself. Whatever. They won on the technicality of having much more quaffle throws even though Viktor Krum caught the snitch. (Who, by the way, was a totally cutie, broken nose and all...) Exciting game for everyone, her dad especially, who she allowed his caveman time - but Eve was ready to eat and sleep and lounge until it was time to go back home. She had a serious case of packing to do (Jaime said they go to Hogsmeade a couple of weekends throughout the year so she'd obviously get to show off those times...) and she had to scour through her magazines for a certain vibe of Thee Dress she'd want to wear for the mysterious thing happening at Hogwarts. All Saul would tell her is that Eve (a) had to wear it on Christmas day, (b) she'd be dancing in it, and (c) there'd be a lot of people who'd see her...

Each very important points Eve took down for the decision making.

Saul comes up beside her as they they trek back to their tent, cheers of celebration ring all around them, "When we get back home," He says, "I'll leave you to pack and get yourself ready. Your uncles and I have a lot to discuss... nothing too interesting," Her dad must catch the way her eyes cloud over just a bit. "Honestly, sweets. It's just - adult things. Boring stuff I got to hear from him-"

"From Sirius you mean?"

"...Yes."

"Like, about how he escaped Wizard Alcatraz or-?"

"No, no, I figured that out."

Eve looks around. "Care to share?"

"It was genius. You see... he's an Animagus-" Her dads voice is much lower now, "Unregistered of course but the Ministry don't gotta know that. Dog feelings aren't that much for Dementors to even wanna take out... 'Suppose Sirius was able to keep a whole lot of his sanity because of it. Made for an easy slip out."

"Well sure..."

"Didn't surprise me much - your mom was one, too."

"She was?" asks Eve, brows raised. The abrupt mention of her mum was surprising. He never talked about Marcela much before. "What was-no, nevermind. I don't think I wanna know."

"...It's alright, you know?" says Saul.

Eve blinks. "What do I know?"

"Being curious."

She looks down at her hands. Being curious about my mom? "Aunt Andromeda says being curious not very ladylike..."

Saul smiles a little, "Your aunt is getting a little old fashioned. Ask your cousin - even Ted says she'll say much of anything nowadays."

They suddenly see Jaime and Cedric wave at them with Mr Diggory close behind as they also reach their tent. They're all yawning. Eve is reminded of how sleepy she is, too. Saul opens the flap for Eve to enter, using his wand to magically seal it behind them. It's a nice set up - Eve wouldn't mind camping more often if it went a little like this, set up with cushions and hammocks and fruit/cheese boards waiting to be snacked upon. Saul kicked his boots off and went into his designated area to change. Eve quickly did the same, coming out in a nice, pink-silk pajama set. Her feet had fuzzy socks and slippers on them, too, only because it suddenly got chilly as the sun went down.

Saul speaks, laying on the soft couch as Eve takes the cushiony floor in front of him, "So - you still curious?"

She was, unfortunately. "What was she?"

"Wolf," says Saul. "A pretty one, too."

"You saw it?"

"'Course. She'd spend more time a wolf than a witch, roaming the woods behind Peregrine House. I think it had to do a little with how much safer she felt as one," Her dad pauses a moment, in thought. "I suppose I never asked the real reason..."

"So she was a good witch then - to be an Animagus?"

Saul nods. "Very good one."

"Was she ... did Gráinne like her?"

"She did," says Saul. "Marcela was a little confused though, she'd never seen a free house elf... but Gran would walk with her around the grounds, to ease the pregnancy, she'd tell your mom... I was, um, never around much to be honest. I kept going back to London, trying to hear what I could about Voldemort and all his followers," Saul says sheepishly, rubbing his head, "Marcela wouldn't ask a thing but she had me deliver something to your older brother once..."

"To Theodore?" He nods. "What was it?"

"That bracelet... a matching one."

The dragonfly one.

It was more of a thin cuff than anything, but it had four silver dragonflies on it. They dangled when she lifted her hand and in them, rubies glimmered on the wings, encrusting them nicely. Sometimes, Eve swore it felt warm. Like if it hung over a flame... either when she was feeling strongly about something or at random times.

"She must've missed him," says Eve. "Theodore..."

"I'm sure she did, kid..." His eyes get clouded. "You know, Eve, for as much as they say your mom was a bad bet or wicked or whatever - I was there the night she gave birth to you. She loved you, I know it," Saul reaches out, pinching her chin gently, "I saw it in her face. I know it because I had the same look, too. You became our world."

Eve nods. "She still left..."

Saul sighs softly, "I'm sure she knew it was better than to stay and let herself be found by whoever she was running from. Your mom... she was a leaver. Some people just are."

"You've never talked about her so much before."

"Well Ireland won-"

"Dad."

"-guess I'm feeling sentimental?"

"It has to do with what you're going to talk to Sirius about when we get back, right?" Eve presses, pinning him with her deep brown eyes. "It's about my mom, isn't it..." She sat straighter then because she meant business. "Daddy, you told me when I'm older, I'll understand stuff better. Well I'm older now. You always say not knowing anything is the biggest weakness someone can have." Saul rubs his eyes and she knows he's gonna give in. She drives it home. "I don't want to be weak at all... And if you send me to a new school, to deal with all those whispers and the gossip about my mum and her family, I could handle it - if I knew whatever you knew about it all. Then like, at least, the rest would be... bearable."

Saul leaned back in his chair. He seemed to really be thinking of his words this time, probably knowing now how his no-fool daughter would catch anything and overthink about it until she took whatever he gave her into her own hands...

Finally, he sighs one more time, then tells her: "When you were a baby, before I met Oberon and Dain," Saul makes a show of showing her how tiny she was with his hands. "Your grandmother found me."

"I thought your parents-"

"Your mother's mother."

She stiffens. Of course. She didn't die until Eve was about five years old. She was alive for quite a while - every daughter had a mother. Every mother was once a daughter. Eve's grandmother.

Walburga.

"Right..." Eve says, breathing in. "For what?"

"To see you. Her granddaughter."

"...But why?"

"Why not?" Saul shrugs, letting out a bitter breath. "She told me she had already met and doted over your older brother. It was only fair she get to know you, too, she said. And that she knew my parents. Said they were good people..." He frowns then, shaking his head. "I don't really know if good by Walburga's standards mean shit-" He stops himself from cursing more. "Walburga wanted to see you. Her golden girl's daughter... suppose she was all sorts of happy by what my lineage meant for your blood and by extension, hers."

Eve made a face. "Toujours Pur."

"Noble and ancient..." Saul adds, dryly.

"So - that's it? She called on us to play 'grandma of the year' and lay eyes upon her darling Marcela's motherless daughter?" Eve rolls her eyes. "She screamed at me my whole childhood from her bloody portrait..."

"Regardless - she invited us to her house."

"Charming."

"Demanded it, actually..."

Eve thought that sounded more realistic. "How was the grim old place back then?"

"Grim. Old." Saul tells her. "Didn't exactly give off the kinda place where grandma makes cookies but more like grandma is the wolf, if you get me... Oberon and Dain really gave that place life. But she was gentle with you. Always talked to you, took you around the house, bought you clothes," Saul shrugs more. "She was weirdly happy at how much you babbled her ear off - you couldn't have been more than a year and some back then." He pauses again, his eyes faraway. "Then you started really talking..."

Eve blinks. "I'm sensing that's bad-?"

"You told Kreacher to give you cake."

She realized. "I told him..."

Saul winces. "You couldn't mind your words then."

"Oh."

"Walburga was over the moon." Saul says darkly, his face drenched in disapproval at the memory. But Eve had to look away, feeling horrible in that moment, thinking of little her not minding her words. "On that, she encouraged it. She offered up suggestions; 'Tell the Elf to dance, Caoimhe...' 'Tell the Elf hit to himself, Caoimhe' 'Tell him touch the flames-"

Eve shut her eyes. "I get it."

She'd have to hug Kreacher next time she saw him.

"You were a toddler," Saul cut in. "You didn't know what she asking of you..."

"Walburga - you absolute hag-"

"I stopped it before it ever got that far," He says, assuring her. "Back then, I didn't know what was going on, or even about Charmpeak... I took you out of there. We never went back and then I heard she croaked and I put it all behind me. Until you got older and you still didn't know..." Saul and her share a look. "I remembered your mother. How she could always charm anyone she spoke to..."

Eve thought on this information. "But Ol' Walburga is long gone now. Her portrait is totally annoying, obviously, but she's not here - like, no worries?"

"I worry because of her joy."

"Her joy..."

"She saw your power as hers."

"But it isn't," Eve says so quick, it's almost sharp, "It's not anyones but mine. It's my curse." She looks at him longer. "Is that what you're going to talk to Sirius about?"

"I've got a lot to talk to him about... Walburga's actions have always bothered me, even all these years later," Saul tells her honestly. His face is clouded. "I wanna ask Sirius if his mom was like that with your mother... For my sake. For yours. You're the most important thing in my world, Eve. I want you to live your life and not be worried about what the people that came before you have done. I'll fight for you - any way I can do that." He kisses her cheek. "That's all, sweets..."

Eve stays quiet for a bit.

She totally wants to ask her dad a lot more things, all about her mum, but everything Saul told her hits her so hard she can't speak - Where did you meet her? Why did you trust her? What was she like? Was she funny? Was she as pretty as the pictures? Prettier? Do I remind you of her, even just a bit? ...Do you worry I'll turn out just like her? But there's always a piece of her that knows perhaps it's better not to know. Like, she shouldn't have to worry about being too much like Marcela if she stays not knowing a thing about her...

"Thanks for telling me," says Eve.

Saul smiles at her, a soft, much needed thing she needed to see, "'Course... I love you, sweets."

Then, she goes off to her lay down on her cot.

Eve looks up at the tent's ceiling, pulling the soft blanket up to her neck. She can still hear the celebrations going on. She shuts her eyes - she tries to sleep and not dream of a wolf, a dog, and a girl with her face controlling the world because she never minded her words...














EVE AWAKENS to screams of horror.

Her dreams were pleasant - no wolves or dogs or any world domination, just so much cake and pretty dresses, it nearly looked like the Court of Versailles. That's gone now. Eve is wide awake and everything in her head is telling her that something is not right. She jumps out of the cot, still with slippers and silk pajamas. Her dad was apparently already on high alert because he rushes back into the tent, flicking his wand at her wordlessly - magically, Eve is back in the clothes she was wearing earlier, along with her dads leather jacket. She rushes towards him in fright.

"We have to go," Saul says to her, "Now."

More blood curdling screams.

"Dad - what's going-?"

"They're saying Death Eaters."

Eve knows she's pale.

He rubs her back, pulling her close. "I've got to help the others - they're attacking Muggles, I know, I know, they're bastards - you stay with your cousin..." Suddenly she sees her cousin and his boyfriend. Mr Diggory is not in sight. Saul looks visibly relieved to see them. "JAIME! There you are, son. I'm trusting you with my world." Her cousin looked serious as shes ever seen him; Cedric has his wand out, looking on guard. "Get her out of here... I'll meet you at our Portkey. Eve knows the way, right, baby? Tell me you know it-" She can only nods rapidly. The screams are so loud she feels so terrified; she can't even get a word out. Saul kisses her forehead. "Listen to your cousin. I'll be back."

Eve feels cold, "I'll go with you-I can help-"

"Not a chance, sweets," says Saul.

"Dad-!"

"You'll stay with us," says Cedric, smoothing her hair down on her head. "It's alright, Eve, your fathers got this... No point in ruining perfectly good clothes."

"Ceds right," says Jaime, giving her a small smile.

"OK..." Eve looks at her dad. "Be careful, Peregrine."

Saul looks torn at the expression on his daughters face. More screams erupt, and the smell of smoke starts to fill the air. "Always am. I'll see you soon." He tells her.

"Stay safe, uncle Saul. Don't worry about it - Eve will be good with us," Jaime vows, but her cousin looks every bit wary as her dad does. "We got her."

"I know you do, son," Saul hugs him, too. He touches both their faces and then he's gone. Apparating off to wherever the danger was most likely.

"You ready? ask Jaime.

"Yes," Eve lies. "I got my fight face on. See?"

Her cousins grins. "That's the spirit."

"Hold onto us... let's go." says Cedric.

Once they're outside the tent, it's all chaos.

Eve hears it, all the screaming and crying and pleas. She watched as people ran in droves towards the woods, away from something moving across the field and toward them, emitting bursts of green light. It's a crowd of wizards, faceless, with hoods drawn up. They had their wands pointed up at the sky. Eve's eyes follow the trail of magic as she clung to Jaime's side more... She finds a struggling figure, a man contorted in pain, screaming, no begging for death. There's three other bodies in the same state. She can hear the gleeful cackles intertwined in the terrorized wails.

Unforgivable Curses.

She can feel her fight face morphing into fright.

It's Fight Face - not Fright Face.

A couple of gingers run by, all of whom look so terribly familiar but the scenario can't get her brain to think of anything else besides escape! Eve hears Jaime screaming their names ("....FRED... GEORGE...!") and they all give each other that boy nod that is somehow universal to them - then Eve continues to lead them to where she knows the old bucket Portkey is waiting. They don't get very far because a stampede of older wizards suddenly Apparate in front of them. They all run over everyone in their path - their screams and that of their children pierced the air. Smoke is everywhere, there's not a clear path in sight. Eve can't see a thing but the next she knows, she's getting ripped from Jaime's hold and even loses touch of Cedric's hands.

"JAIME-!"

"....EVE! EVE - WHERE ARE YOU- EVE-!"

Eve catches a glimpse of him - Jaime opens his mouth, perhaps to call to her again, but there's an explosion above them. BOOM! A flash of light that sends them all scattered across the grounds. The crowd in the woods surges with panicked screams, racing forward even faster. It's all background to the ringing in her ears.

Her name is continuously screamed but she can't even tell where it's coming from. Eve crumples to the floor, feeling the wind get knocked from her lungs. She gets up without struggle. Eve just tries to run in the direction of the Portkey. She runs and runs, ignoring the pain that's on the side of her leg-she looks down, seeing the blood trail down to her socks. She must've cut herself on something. Eve doesn't about that more than getting to the Portkey. Her dad will meet her there. She'll be fine as long as she gets to the Portkey. Instinctively, Eve pulls her wand out from her leather jacket - when she turns a corner past a tent and billowing flames, she feels a pair of arms grab her.

"This is her," says a man's voice, he's all in black and she knows he's eating death for Voldemort, "Look at the face... I know it all too well."

"Let go!" Eve yells.

"Feisty little one, like her mum-"

"Fuck off - you death eating piece of shit," Eve thrashes in their hold, "You don't even know me-"

"We'd know Marcela's brat anywhere-!"

Eve doesn't mind her words. She thinks, Fight Face.

"-LET GO OF ME!"

Immediately, she's dropped.

Again, the wind is knocked from her and she scrambled to get back up. She's grasping at the dirt ground, her nails filled with soil by then. Eve turns and sees two cloaked figured, all in black. They have eerie silver masks on, covering their faces. They stare down at her with their wands pointed out. They seem to be enjoying the way Eve struggles, her own wand shaking as she has it pointed back at them. She knows a few spells her dads taught her - all defensive. If they hit her with something, she can block it, too. Eve was in the dueling club at Beauxbatons. She handled teenage girl bullies. She can handle pricks who eat death.

But they wouldn't play fair. Neither could she.

"Now... keep that mouth shut and no one gets hurt, yes?"

"Be a good girl," The other taunts, "Mind your words."

Eve sneers, "Stay back." Involuntarily, they do so. If she says so, then it is. She hopes her fight face is facing right now. "Good. Now stay there." Angrily, the Death Eaters lift their wands at her and she's too late to speak: "Put your wands-"

"CRUCIO!"

Eve screams.

"We told you to mind your words."

Everything is on fire. Her body is writhing on the floor and she can't feel her wand in her hand anymore. She clutched her head and screamed. Lashes of white hot vitriol felt like it was weaving itself into her bones. She can hear their laughs.

I want my dad.

They're laughing at her.

I want Jaime.

She must be screaming for Saul because they mock her, still having their wand pointed even if they stay right where she made them. Who cares if they're stuck there? They're going to kill her, she's sure of it. I want Jaime. They know she tried to Charmspeak them so they'll justify it. I want my dad. Jaime. Dad. Please help me.

She doesn't want to die here, screaming for her life-

"CONFRINGO!"

The pain is gone.

Both Death Eaters flee in a cloud of smoke.

Eve can breathe again. The pain is gone but her skin feels blistering, even if it's not. Her face is wet from all her crying... Eve's just had an Unforgivable Curse done on her. She's never She didn't even try to mind her words but she was still hurt. They hurt her... she faced Death Eaters. Eve didn't even fight them they just won. They didn't even know her, well maybe they did, but not really. Yet they still wanted to hurt her... that's the only way the curse works. You have to want to hurt someone.

She didn't even know them...

Eve moves to lay on her back and look up at the stars. She looks at them for a while before she's met with the face of an older man, around her dads age maybe.

"They're gone," He tells her.

Eve, shakily, looks up at him. "I didn't mind my words."

Then everything turns black.














NOT EVEN A handful of minutes pass before Eve opens her eyes again. When she does, the wizard who helped her is gently patting her awake as he carries her in his arms. Immediately, she shot up in his hold. He made a grunt of protest at the weight she added but carefully set her down.

"Careful now," The man coos, "You're alright, girl. We better move though-" He steadies her, offering a hand for her to use. "Before they come back with more of them..." She takes it. "Bloody bastards - using Crucio on a little girl-" Eve is rubbing her own arms now, trying to calm herself from bursting out into tears all over again. "Well what they've done to the Muggles just now, I suppose there's no limit to their violence-" He's wearing a suit, but he looks fairly important. Like a Ministry worker. Eve doesn't have time to think more on it as he tugs them along, but she doesn't even know where they're even going...

Eve stands still. "Wait -"

"There's no time..."

"No." It's her fight face again. "You're gonna tell me where we're going, sir - I just got cursed, my body is killing me, my family is no where in sight and I don't even know you!" Eve hisses.

"We don't know each other... My name is Silas. Silas Crouch - I work for the Ministry," He tells her quickly, looking around them, "Nevermind all that, I'll get you to the safe zone. Perhaps you can find your family there - but, erm, how are you feeling?"

Maybe it's the pain but Eve speaks the truth.

"Like someone just Unforgivably Cursed me."

He winced. "Of course... I can't imagine... They'll likely not be found." There was a sad thing about his face that she couldn't place. "I'm very sorry."

Eve felt the tears on her cheek. They hurt her and she'd just have to deal with it. "I just want my dad."

The man really looks at her. She stiffens.

"Forgive me - you look like-"

"Caoimhe."

Her name is called out behind her. Slowly, she turns and sees someone she didn't ever think she'd see. Her older brother stands before her, amidst the rubble and the charred remains of the tents. Theodore. He's tall, taller than her which is saying a lot. She hadn't seen him since she was a little thing. They were never close, their fathers hated one another too much, and they were brought up far too differently for him to ever understand her... They were strangers who shared a mother.

But Theodore is here now and Eve was just comforted by the fact that she knew someone again. He's got his eyes on the man's hand clutched on her forearm; they narrow and he takes out his wand, as a precaution maybe...

"Crouch." Theodore curls his lip, "I know your lot is more unrefined than most but you'd do well to never lay a finger on my sister. Now, unhand her."

The man, Crouch, drops his hold on her.

"Your sister?"

"That's what I said-"

"Theodore," Eve says, finding her voice, "It's alright - he helped me find my way, There were some Death Eaters that got in my way, they were trying to hurt me-"

"What?" Theodore goes to her. He wastes no time putting his body in front of Eve, shielding her. From behind him Eve can feel the way Theodore's eyes pierce back to the older man. "My... Is this how far the Ministry has fallen, Silas? Aren't you and your dull father supposed to running security on this whole bloody affair?" His brown eyes fall to a shade impossibly dark. "Pathetic. You can't even stop a couple rabid dogs and their vileness from hurting mine own?"

"Careful now, boy." says Silas, not the slightest bit surprised by the vitriol, "Less you forget - your father was once accused of being those dogs you speak of."

"I'm not your boy, Crouch. My father was cleared of all charges and crime," Theodore spat, "Unlike your own-"

"Theo," says Eve.

Her brother looks at her.

It seems to be the first time he really looks at her. "Come," Theodore tells her, in French to her surprise, turning her from Crouch's view. "Your cousin is searching for you..."

Eve looks back.

With a snapping sound - Silas Crouch is gone.

Two siblings stay together, silent until one isn't. Neither of them know what to say. It isn't exactly how Eve thought she'd see Theodore again. She had hopes that once at Hogwarts, he might ignore her existence as he always had. Yet, here he stands, with eyes just like hers and a presence Eve can't find comforting or repulsive. Theodore is Theodore to her; not bad and not good. He just is...

"You two seemed chummy," Eve breaks the silence.

Theodore glances her way. "Not the word I'd use."

She pushes her hair out of face. "Crouch an old chap of your fathers, I assume?"

"Not bloody likely," says Theodore, in English. He's already walking off expecting her to follow. "He's not good company for anyone respectable to keep." The words end there like he doesn't want to say more on it. "Claims he was friends with our mum when they were in school. Also claims to my father they were to be more than friends, even..."

"Him and mum?"

He shrugs. "I don't know how much I believe that but then again... I don't really know her, either."

Eve can nearly hear his disdain.

"...So. How did you find me?" Eve asks as they walk beside each other. She doesn't look at him though. She's afraid he'll see all her tears.

"Like I said," He speaks lowly, "Your cousin was searching for you. I heard him and that boyfriend of his calling your name in all the chaos... What were the odds? I didn't think it possible for the boy wonder to lose track of his beloved cousin but alas..."

"There was too many people," Eve defends. "It wasn't his fault, we got separated, there was an explosion-"

"A nice sentiment, sure - he still lost you."

"It's not Jaime's fault."

"Where the fault lies is not important," Her brothers eyes are on her. "Did anyone hurt you? I see that nasty cut on your leg... it'll heal fine. You say you ran into some of them -?"

"I wasn't aware you cared so much."

Theodore stops in his place.

So Eve stops as well.

He laughs then, a dark sort of thing. As if she said something funny to him. He's got one hand in his pocket and the other is clutched on his wand. "You know nothing, Caoimhe," says Theodore, looking at her straight in the eye.

"It's Eve..." She mumbles.

"Our mother named you Caoimhe - I'll call you such."

"I'll allow it. For tonight..." Her body aches all over and she feels so cold. "I'm too tired."

They walk on a little bit longer. Eve can hear nothing but her shaky breaths and the weeping of campers way across the clearing near the woods. The entire camp is nearly gone, the flames eating everything up. Nothing but the bones of tent wires and wizard belongings litter the grounds. Smoke billows all around and Theodore raises his wand, murmuring Lumos, to get them through it.

Eve catches a glimpse of his wrist; on it is the same bracelet she owns, a more masculine version on it, glittering in the moonlight. The sight of it makes her more at ease. At least enough for Eve to speak again.

"...Theodore?"

He looks at her expectantly.

"They knew about me." A flicker of something clouds his features at her words. "They were looking for me, I think. They were saying her name-Mum's name."

Both of them keep walking.

"...I'll look into it." Is his stiff reply.

Nothing more is said because Jaime and Cedric burst around the corner of charred tents. Immediately, she's pulled into her cousins arms. His face is slack with relief - he's peppering kisses all over her head, muttering about how glad he is that she's safe and how fucking sorry he was. Half of his head is covered in blood from a cut near his brow; Cedric looks even worse with a torn shirt, bloodied hands, and muddied jeans. But they're alive and well enough and Eve has never been happier to see either of them.

"Are you alright?" Jaime was frantic. "The explosion knocked me out - Ced was trying to wake me up this whole time and before we knew it, you were gone-I'm so sorry, poppet," Her cousin was near tears. "You must've been so scared-I swear we didn't mean-"

"We looked and looked all over-" Cedric begins, just as apologetic. "We're sorry, we'll tell Saul everything-"

"It's grand," says Eve, crying too. She kisses Cedric and Jaime's cheeks. "I'm all good - see? Just a scratch. My fight face is still on, too. I'm fine... What Saul Peregrine doesn't know won't give him a heart attack. Speaking of..." Both boys still looked terribly guilty. She couldn't even dare and try to tell them what actually happened to her. "Where is he-?"

Jaime and Cedric share a look. "Dealing with that..."

The smoke clears up around them just in time. In the sky, a vast, green, hovers over them. In the shape of a skull, with a serpent as tongue - everyone knows what it is immediately. Eve knows she's blessed to never have seen it in person before. Because it's his mark. The Dark Mark. Voldemort's symbol every time he inflicted tragedy onto someone.

Dread sinks into her stomach.

"Fun's really over then..." says Theodore, looking up at the way with a look she can't place.

Eve frowns.

"No?"

"I suppose it had its moments." says Eve.

"Nott," Jaime greets him, cutting in. "You found her."

Theodore turns, looking over at her cousin witj onvious distaste. "I now see you're in ... semi-capable hands, Caoimhe," Her brother says, more to Eve, walking towards Jaime while Cedric straightens. "Do your best to keep a better eye on my sister, won't you? If you care for Caoimhe as much as you claim to, mate..." He sneers at Jaime in particular.

"Hey," Eve glares.

"It's cool," says Jaime, looking at her brother more coldly than she's ever seen him be. "Perhaps if your fathers friends behaved themselves, mate, there'd be no need for Eve to watched so closely?"

Theodore only laughs at his words.

His eyes flicker to Eve.

"Touché, Black," Her brother relents, backing away from them. "Caoimhe is in one piece. I suppose that's enough..." He looks at her one last time. "I'd try some healing magic, sister of mine. It'll help with the cold... See you at school." Theodore says nothing else as he walks off, back turned and all.

"Bye, I guess," says Eve, to Theo's fading silhouette.

"The cold?" Jaime asks suddenly.

Eve realizes it then. Theodore knew, somehow, she'd been out through Crucio. He knew she'd be cold from it. She didn't think she should dwell too much on how her brother knew that.

"What does he-?"

"I don't know." Eve knows, though. She's clutching her dads leather jacket tightly to her. "It's just Theodore..."

"You sure you're alright, Eve?" Cedric asks, concerned.

Again, Eve only nods. "Right... Lets get you home then, poppet," Jaime says sweetly. He rubs her arms as he holds her close to him. "Ced - you'll love Cork. Peregrine House is blinding. Tons of rooms. They've got a whole part of the backyard full of Quidditch setup and oh right, maybe now isn't that time... We'll play tomorrow morning. I need a long nap. We all do..." He's chatting away but Eve cannot hear a thing.

Her eyes go back up to the Dark Mark in the sky.

It hasn't faded.

Eve had never been shielded from the knowledge of such things. That just wasn't how Saul raised her. He didn't raise her to grow up clueless... She is still the careful daughter of a cool, careful man. She knows what this means. He's never been gone. Voldemort, in defeat, will still blanket his terror over anyone who he sought to. Because that is their way and that means the rest of them, the ones against him, might have to start powering up for their own way.

Better keep that fight face on, Eve tells herself.

You'll need it.

















a lotttttt happened. i know. but now i hope you're getting a better idea of who eve is and what she'll think is acceptable enough to be perceived of her.

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