"It is so safe to do nothing when it rains."

The rain pattered down on the grounds as students ran for cover. Thunder bellowed loudly, shocking a several learners as they let out a few shrieks.

Kira ran inside but it was too late for her outfit. It was a Saturday so learners could wear normal clothes. She was wearing a navy blue sweater and a cream skirt that stopped just above her knees. She wore stockings as well to help prevent the cold a bit. She had not anticipated the rain as it seemingly came out of nowhere. The rain had soaked Kira from head to toe.

Someone spotted her distress and walked up to her. Regulus Black stopped in front of her.

"You're soaked." He stated bluntly with a smirk. Kira had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She had to remind herself that Regulus was apart of the noble Black family. She couldn't show any sign of disrespect or her mother would have her head.

Regulus took out his wand and used a spell to dry her. Kira nodded her thanks. She realised her mistake of not wearing a coat just then. She shivered and instinctively her hands went to her arms to warm herself.

Regulus noticed this and took off his jacket. "Here. Take it." Regulus said, handing her the jacket.

"Oh no I can't take this." Kira put out her hand to refuse.

"Nonsense. Take it." Regulus smirked. The way he looked at her told her he wasn't going to give up. One thing she's learnt about the Blacks is that they're all incredibly stubborn. She knew this from Sirius Black. James Potter is a cousin of hers. Her mother occasionally let her visit over Christmas, though her mother didn't like it very much. The Potters were bloodtraiters after all, but she mother couldn't deny the fact that her sister wanted to know her nieces and nephews.

Her mother loved her sister but was not allowed to speak with her after Euphemia married Fleamont Potter. She did however let Kira and her brothers visit from time to time.

She sighed but took the jacket nonetheless. "Don't complain if you get cold." She said but smiled gratefully right after. Regulus returned her smile, happy to see it. He furrowed his eyebrows quickly, confused as to why her smile made him happy. Maybe it was the small fact that the only people who ever genuinely smiled at him were his brother and Evan, his best friend. Nevertheless he continued to smile at her.

"Well then we should probably get out cold now, shouldn't we?"

Kira nodded and then they both laughed. They looked into each other's eyes and that's when Kira noticed the icy blue of his eyes.

She felt like she could never get sick of the colour.

Regulus took note of her green eyes. The way they shone in the dim light of the hallway. They looked haunting, yet alluring.

Thunder crackled as they broke from their trance. Regulus lead the way to the library. Kira followed, holding his jacket close to her body.

They arrived in the library and sat in the furthest corner tucked away in the back of the library. According to Regulus, it was the warmest spot in the Library.

"Thank you for the jacket. It was really kind of you." Kira could now properly thank him for his kindness.

Regulus moved to scratch the back of his head. "Oh uh, it's my pleasure." He smirked at the end. He cursed himself for stuttering in the beginning. He needed to keep up the facade of the perfect son, the charming Slytherin and the model student.

"Okay Mr.Gentleman. What are we going to do now?" Kira asked with a smirk. Regulus' eyebrows rose at the nickname.

"Why don't we just talk?" Regulus inquired, leaning forward slightly on the table towards her.

She leaned forwards as well. She whispered, "Now where's the fun in that." With that she got up with a smirk and left him sitting there with his mouth open.

Regulus most certainly was not expecting that from her. It only made him more curious about the girl.

Kira Rose was certainly not a normal teenage girl. For starters she was a witch, but even then she wasn't normal.

She went to balls and events where she was expected to be respectful and poised.

She was taught that blood supremacy was important.

She was taught that blood meant everything.

Blood. It made you who you were. People loved to say blood does not define you but really, it does. Whether you believe you're better than everyone else because you believe your blood is pure or someone who doesn't care, your life is defined by your blood.

Kira and many purebloods alike all grew up the same. Blood is everything. The purer your blood, the more worthy you are of magic.

They were all taught that muggles and muggleborns were dirt under their shoe. They were taught all this because of their blood.

Muggleborns learnt that blood supremacists were cruel and predujiced. Maybe they were but their blood defined them. Their blood meant they were taught that.

Blood defined your life. Family defined your life.

Kira didn't mind the constant teachings of her parents 'blood is everything' or 'don't talk to filthy mudbloods'. She did, however, mind the murders made by the Death Eaters.

Oh Death Eaters. How she hated them. Every life was worth something. The Dark Lord's methods were wrong.

Her mother loved her. She wouldn't allow Kira to join the Death Eaters but her father was more than willing. He encouraged her to join.

Fortunately for her, her mother forbid her father from letting Kira join. For that, she was thankful.

The slash on her hip was now a scar. It joined the others like trophies on a shelf. Reminders of another reason why she wasn't normal. Normal kids didn't have scars.

At least that's how her father saw them. Trophies. He said they made her stronger. Some days they were punishments. Some days they were rewards. She didn't believe him at all.

She hated her father so much. No one in her family knew he beat her as far as she knew, and if they did they didn't care enough to do anything about it. The thought made her sad. Not even Irene did something and she knew about them. It truly did upset her to know that her sister hasn't even tried to help put a stop to this mess.

Kira was in the Ravenclaw common room when her brother ran up to her. Thomas was 13. He was now in his 4th year, being only 2 years younger than Kira.

"Kira." He said as he sat next to her on the couch. Kira was occupied with her Charms essay when he so rudely interrupted her.

She sighed, "yes Thomas?" She used his full name, usually whenever he annoyed or interrupted her. He muttered a quick sorry before continuing.

"Have you heard from Mother or Father lately?" He asked.

"No I haven't. Why?" Kira asked. She was slightly concerned, they usually wrote to them within the first week but it had been two weeks since they started.

"They just haven't written and I just think it's unusual." He tried to shake it off as being curious but she could tell he was worried by how his eyes darted across the room. He refused to look at her in the eyes.

"I'm sure they'll write soon. How about this? I'll write to them tonight and we'll see if they answer, okay?" Kira tried to reassure him. She put her hand around his shoulders and let him rest his head against hers. He was always quite tall for his age, being 5'4 at only 13 compared to the many boys his age who are only 5'1.

"Okay" he mumbled. They stayed there for a few hours until Kira decided he needed to get some sleep. She sent him off to his dorm before going to hers.

Kira climbed the stairs leading to her dorm room. Ava was already in there.

"Hey, I saw you cuddling with Tom there. I didn't want to bother you guys." Ava giggled. Kira rolled her eyes but let out a giggle as well. Ava was an only child but she adored the relationship Kira had with her younger siblings.

"Well he was worried because our parents have yet to write to us. They normally do very early into the year." Kira explained.

"Ah makes sense." Ava nodded. She turned to finish packing away her books to settle into bed for the night.

"I'm going to write them now and see why they haven't written." Kira told Ava, who nodded before taking out a book to read and settling into bed.

Kira sent out her letter before heading to bed.

Dear Mother, Father,

How are things at home? How is Charles?
Thomas is a bit worried. You know how he gets.

He's curious as to why you haven't written us and he wants to know if everything is alright at home. He's a very paranoid boy. I'm sure everything's fine at home.

Everything's going well at school. Thomas is doing fine and so am I. He's enjoying his fourth year.

Sincerely,
Kira Rose