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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: Apr 27 2017, 12:07 AM
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Was the debutante ball going to be Elias Deveaux's swan song?

The only source of light in the dance hall came from a small candle that was placed precariously on the edge of the very same table used by Elizabeth Jocquet last week when she visited Hogwarts. Perhaps, if the boy was in a less somber mood, he would have used better lighting to illuminate the dance hall to not frighten the little mouse who may or may not come. He had sent her an OWL earlier, but given their mutual hate, he wasn't sure if she would have been willing to come inside the snake's den.

The dance hall was completely still save for the occasional flicking of the flame sitting on the candlewick. Elias liked this. His grandfather called him eccentric when he first found his grandson sitting alone in the dark in the fencing room after dinner when Elias should have been in bed thirty minutes ago. The Slytherin simply preferred the night. It wasn't that he was dysfunctional or going insane. On the contrary, Elias was trying to maintain his sanity. The days at his grandfather's estate were filled with hours of contact with strangers—people he was forced to call his mentors. After a long day filled with lessons, the boy simply wanted some time to himself. His grandfather did not understand why his grandson would want to be alone as opposed to spend time with the rest of the family. When it became clear to Elias that his grandfather would not understand, he stopped trying to explain. Thinking back on it now, the wizard wondered if that was when the rift started appearing and not when he went back home after his first year at Hogwarts.

Unlike the little mouse, he hadn't received any letters from his family aside from the official invitation. The only reason he knew about her letters was because he caught sight of his family owl flying towards the Ravenclaw Tower. While he wasn't sure what his family wrote to the girl, he guessed it was a list of instructions of what Evelina needed to do. Elias knew the protocol by now. Prospective “candidates” were sent directions on what exactly to do and would be judged according at whatever event they had the misfortune of having to attend. If the little mouse was lucky, Belle would have insisted to her mother that she should be the one sending the letter. While Belle was more or less the typical spoiled princess, she had good intentions and was filial. Then again, she was also the cousin Elias insulted at his grandfather's birthday party.

It annoyed Elias, but he needed Evelina to know what he had to do at the ball if he wanted to mend his relationship with his grandfather. She was the one his family had entrusted, not him. That left him in a less than happy state. Rubbing his forehead, he realized his headache was not going away any time soon. The dim lighting was probably not helping his condition. Getting up from his seat, he walked over to the piano that had appeared in the dance hall since a few days ago. He suspected a club might have been using it for some purpose.

Music was not Elias' thing; it was all noise and cacophony, but there were nights when he found the silence just too loud. Like the time he encountered Kiedis and had been forced to seek refuge in the Room of Requirement. Taking a seat on the piano bench, he lifted the case to reveal the piano keys obscured in the dark. Fortunately, years of practice enabled the boy to know where everything on the piano was relatively. When Elias could help it, he stuck to Chopin as he was absolutely hopeless at other things so he decided to play Chopin's Fantasie.

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 Posted: May 5 2017, 11:56 AM
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The long walk from the owlery all the way down to the dance hall was unusually quiet. The chatter of excited voices that frequently bounced between the school's stony walls were replaced by the subtle noises of the castle itself. Wind sighed through the outer passageways and the grand staircase groaned as it shifted from one landing to another. The occasional student still walked the halls, but for the most part everyone was retreating upstairs to do some last minute studying or preparing for bed. Not for the first time, Evelina was glad for the lonely halls. Candles flickered and paintings whispered, and they were all the company she needed. Her ears still burned a shade embarrassment she didn't want anyone else to witness, her thoughts fixated on the letters she'd just sent off with several of the school owls.

Elias' had been first, and treated as though his own note was a joke. The very idea that she could ignore letters from his family was darkly laughable. People would begin whispering about how rude she was for not sending a reply immediately, and they already had more than enough material to work with. She didn't need them jumping to conclusions just because Elias Deveaux didn't want her to write to his cousin. Did he think she would say something embarrassing? The dark-haired Ravenclaw couldn't fathom why he wanted her to snub his own family in such a way. Surely he knew the contents of the letters -- why wouldn't he?

The prospect of going shopping with the other fourth year -- of playing a song with him turned her stomach. As far as she was concerned, every minute she spent alone with him was a dangerous one, and another opportunity for him to destroy her reputation further. There was no knowing what he might do if they were alone, but there was no way out of the invitation. She needed to talk with him, to ask just what in the hell they were supposed to do, and how they would play this off. Replies to his family had been written, crumpled, and rewritten again for the last several hours, until dinner had come and gone without the eagle even noticing. Getting out of a date with such an odious snake wasn't going to be easy, but if she was lucky, perhaps she could use tonight to convince him that it was in both their best interests to avoid the whole thing entirely, provided he was the one to break things off.

Helen would be angry. Evie was certain of that. The sooner the middle Young child was married off, the sooner she would no longer be their problem. She would be someone else's issue, and all the squabbles about her inheritance and what they would do when she graduated Hogwarts could stop. More than once, those arguments had made their way to the teen's keen ears. They'd always been perpetuated by her stepmother, made worse by the fact that her father was usually tired from a long day of meeting with foreign attachés, and a resolution that made all parties happy was never found. Now, to Evelina's horror, it seemed a perfect answer had dropped into Helen Young's lap.

That wasn't going to stop the dark-haired girl from figuring something out. The very last thing she wanted was to let this all play out and end in some kind of Merlin-forsaken engagement.

A sliver of dim light flickered through the cracked door of the dance hall, and as Evie approached, the rich notes of a piano reached her ears. The sound gave her pause, her quiet footsteps slowing to a stop. The song was one she recognised. Chopin -- Fantasie. The song filled the room and spilled out into the hall, sucking all of the air out of Evelina's lungs. For a few moments she simply stood and listened. Interrupting felt wrong, but more than that, there were things that could be learned about a person by the way they played piano. Her arms hugged across her chest and her fingers reaching up to play with the Ravenclaw tie still fastened tightly around her neck. The piece was a solemn one to start, but included all the waves of passion and triumph arranged in the technically demanding fashion the composer was so well-known for.

One note after another fell from the instrument in a cascade of music, and Evie found herself leaning a little bit closer, just enough so she could peer into the room. Her eyes fixed first on the flickering candle, the only source of light to speak of. Next they drifted to Elias, seated at the bench. Goosebumps broke out across Evelina's skin. His hands were moving quickly; in the shadows cast by the candle they were reduced to blurs, but she knew this wasn't some enchantment he'd cast on the piano. He was playing. She shouldn't have been so surprised. His cousin had asked if they could play something at the ball, and all high society youths were expected to learn some kind of instrument, but Evie had never expected him to play well. While it was evident he wasn't a master pianist, he'd clearly spent plenty of time on Chopin.

Perhaps the ball wouldn't be a total disaster.

Taking a deep breath, the Ravenclaw opened the door a little further, taking the plunge into the room. She had made a point of avoiding him after the humiliating debacle of being carried all the way to the infirmary. Thinking about the stares they'd received and the whispers that had followed them still made her face flush. Clearing her throat, Evie finally made herself known to the boy, her hands dropping to her sides to smooth over her pleated skirt. Confronted with the sight of Elias now, it occurred to Evie that telling someone where she would be might have been a good idea, just in case the Slytherin tried to hex her into next week.

"You play nicely," she greeted politely. "I suppose you've heard that your cousin wishes for us to...play a duet at her party." The letters from his family were retrieved from her pockets and shuffled in Evie's uncertain grip as she picked her way closer to the piano.

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While Fantasie wasn’t Elias’ favorite Chopin piece, he liked the cacophony of the composition brought on by the cross-rhythms (the fact that his right hand was playing sixteenth notes and his left hand was playing triplets). Contrary to what his audience may have thought, it didn’t require the pianist to play the song that fast to achieve a "sufficient" speed. When his younger cousin, who had yet to learn how to play the piano, asked him what he meant by that, the boy was forced to think of an explanation that did not involve technical terms. He said the piece only appeared to be fast because of the difference in pace between his two hands. To further explain because it didn’t look like his cousin understood--she was five at the time--he played the song with only his left hand and then his right. It was easier to see songs by breaking them down; it was also how Elias learned. Besides, Elias also found the hardest part was keeping both of his hands in sync.

Fantasie was a weird song. When he was initially introduced to the composition he found it haphazard sounding, but over the years, he found himself liking the piece more and more. Many pianists were reminded of a windy night by this piece, but for Elias, it reminded him of the many years of practice he had spent on the piano. Sometimes, he hated it, but other times, he found it useful. His instructors often told him to add more feeling into his playing, but that was something the boy still had difficulty doing even today. He wondered if Fantasie sounded just as emotionless as he was feeling about the whole situation.

As he reached the next measure, he decided he still preferred Chopin’s Nocturnes and the occasional Concerto. He understood why some people enjoyed listening to Fantasie, but it didn’t mean that he had to feel the same. The song also reminded him of the Third Movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, which was much too chaotic. His fingers were pressing against the keys so hard he could hear the sound of flesh tapping on wood whenever he pressed a new key. Everything in the room was quiet enough for the boy to manage that. In fact, he sensed Evelina’s arrival just from the sound of her footsteps. He heard her walk closer to him, but he made no sign to greet her. Instead, he waited for her to speak up first. The small flicker of light from the candle at the table across the room danced in the distance. It was barely enough to illuminate this portion of the room where Elias was sitting.

“I suppose I should take your words as a compliment,” said Elias tersely, his discomfort showing in the way his shoulders grew tense at her praise. He was mostly glad whenever his instructors did not tell him he had to play the same song over again. Despite his obvious discomfort, he did not stop playing because he didn’t think it was necessary. He didn’t need to stop playing just because of Evelina’s arrival anyhow; he played the Fantasie Impromptu more times than he could count. Unfortunately, he underestimated the little mouse. She was a distracting person for him, and it showed in the way his right hand faltered slightly.

In the darkness of the night, it was harder to keep up his facade of nonchalance so he kept his back turned to her. It felt more awkward to step on the pedal with her right by his side, but he did it anyway because that was what was needed for the piece. He heard her soft-spoken words. The little mouse was being polite, but he assumed it was because he had yet to speak to her. Or maybe it was because he threatened to drop her down a flight of stairs.

“I haven’t heard anything from my family. You already know about my situation, so I trust that I don’t have to explain. Instead, you’re going to have to tell me what my family wants us to do,” said Elias politely, still refusing to turn around to face her. His words sounded much too calm even to him; it was almost as if he was talking to someone normal, but he wasn’t. He was talking to the girl he’d be taking to his family’s ball. “What duet are you referring to?” He sorely wished it was Chopin, but he didn’t remember his aunt ever liking anything related to the musician. She was more of a Mozart fan. As he pressed his next step of keys, he stumbled and made a mistake by pressing the wrong note. Elias ceased his playing and rubbed at the spot on his forehead that was bothering him. The loud echos from the piano only made his headache worse. Despite knowing that, Elias found the position his hands were supposed to be in before the mistake and resumed playing as if nothing had happened.

After the ballroom incident, Elias had not seen Evelina aside from the classes the two shared as fourth years. There was simply no reason for the two to meet. He left immediately after carrying her over to the Hospital Wing because there was nothing else that was needed of him. Still, a part of him figured that he should at least ask about her well-being. It was polite and the right thing to do, whether or not he hated her for what she represented. He didn’t expect her to complain though. She had more than enough time to recuperate. “How’s your ankle?”

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No hexes had come barreling her way; no threats; no insults. They were several words in and so far the exchange was almost pleasant -- or at least, as pleasant as one could hope for when conversing with someone like Elias. Tilting her head, the letters were given another uncertain shuffle, Evelina's gaze dropping to study the creases. While she was aware of the strained relationship between Elias and the rest of his family, he was attending his cousin's ball. His grandfather wanted to speak with her. Surely this meant he wasn't completely severed from the family tree. How else could he have known that they sent the owls in the first place?

This had to be some sort of power move, but this time she couldn't see several steps ahead of him -- she couldn't envision his end goal, save for the ultimate one of seeing her dragged into the gutters right beside him. If she couldn't see it, perhaps the next move wasn't there. Perhaps he didn't know what to do at all.

A jarring note crept its way into the movements of Elias' hands, jarring Evie from her thoughts and drawing her gaze back to the ivory notes. The spell broke of optimism broke, and she cleared her throat. "My ankle is--" For a fraction of a moment, she hesitated. If she said it was still sore, perhaps it would serve as a built in excuse to avoid dancing with him in the future. But if she claimed such a thing, he might just perceive her as weak, and make him hound her. So often, fitting in with high society meant degrading herself and making herself known as lesser just for the sake of self-preservation. The more she fluffed the egos around her, the less they seemed to care about her in general, but such a stance could be a double-edged sword, and Evie didn't want the other fourth year to have access to any such blade.

"--much better, thank you." She wanted to cringe at herself but her posture remained as rigid as ever.

The little black heels she usually wore with her school uniform clicked as she wandered closer, taking slow and measured steps. He could still whip out his wand and jinx her into next Tuesday, but perhaps it wasn't as simple as all that. Perhaps he had invited her here to talk peace. Perhaps his family did still matter to him, after all. The thought that she and Elias weren't so different turned her stomach, but she pushed the feeling down and set the folded notes on the empty music stand. There was no point in keeping their contents secret. Even if he wasn't currently privy to their contents, she couldn't hope to puzzle her way out of this without him.

"She requests Mozart. Sonata in D major for Two Pianos."

Shadows played across Elias' face, as Evie studied his expressions in an attempt to break through the mask he was wearing -- and she knew it had to be a mask. Everyone wore them, though some a little better than others. "There should be some sheet music around." If not in the boxes of records and other supplies, in the piano bench itself. Implying he didn't know the piece might be enough to set him on edge though, and the young eagle was content to maintain the delicate balance between the two of them. "I wouldn't mind brushing up on it, if it's all the same to you. Unless you have...some other plans?"

If she was lucky, he would be ready to bite the bullet and cancel their attendance himself. If she wasn't -- well, she didn't want to think about that just yet.

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“I’m glad your ankle feels better,” said Elias nonchalantly, fingers still pressing the piano keys in a rhythmic beat and right foot on the pedal. His body moved occasionally when he needed to reach for certain keys, but for the most part, he stayed still. He wasn’t an expressive pianist, not in the usual sense anyway. While some musicians liked to sway to the music, Elias preferred to minimize movements. It didn’t mean that his form was poor; he kept his hands in a relaxed manner as his piano instructor continuously harped at him to be more fluid with his movements, but there was something inherently mechanical about his playing. It was amplified further at this moment because it felt as rust had gathered at the joints of his bones. He felt like a puppet and he could only attribute the feeling to the little mouse standing behind him. The boy knew just exactly close Evelina stood behind him; her heels were a telling sign of her arrival and her position in the room. He could feel the sweat on his fingertips; it was as if every note pressed was awkwardly loud. When he reached the end of the piece, he simply played the beginning again.

The heart was a fickle thing--he attributed it to the fact that it was nighttime. With his persistent migraine and the softness of the night, he was feeling significantly less hostile towards Evelina, but he knew the peace would only last if he maintained focus on his playing and not on the little mouse. It was a hard feat because every inch of him wanted to stop right now because he hated being seen playing the piano. Unless it was a planned piano recital his grandfather wanted him to do, anyone else would be hard-pressed to convince Elias. Even now, the boy was silently cursing his aunt for forcing a piano recital on him when she knew better. While she was a Gryffindor, she was certainly a spiteful woman. Suddenly, he decided he hated both her and Evelina. If the two suddenly disappeared from his life altogether, he wouldn’t miss either of them.

He finally ceased the racket he was playing when the words “Mozart” fell out of Evelina’s mouth. With an exasperated sigh, he turned around to face the little mouse. His eyes had already grown accustomed to the darkness, so he would be able to see her porcelain features even with the candlelight so far away. It was a pity because he could have pretended she was someone else if he couldn’t see her face.

He wore an incredulous expression on his pale face and his lips were curled into a smile as he laughed under his breath. In a softer tone but still loud enough so that Evelina might hear, he said, “Crazy woman. Mozart?” Now that the two of them weren’t in public, there were key differences in the way the boy held himself. His posture was very much relaxed and might be borderline slouching if it wasn’t for the fact that he had nothing to lean on while sitting on the piano bench. His gaze could have belonged to a lounging cat’s. Much of his charisma had seemingly disappeared. It was obvious Elias did not view Evelina as a threat because he did not even bother to have his wand out in case she decided to hex him.

He was blunt when he said, “I’ve never played that piece, so you’ll have to give pointers.” Mozart he thought with disdain. Attempting to read in the dark would only further aggravate his headache so he pointed his wand at the box of magic. ”Lumos.” As he was in the middle of flipping through the loose pages of sheet music, he suddenly paused and looked over to Evelina. Words were poised on the tip of his tongue--he wanted to ask what she was acting so civil to him, but he resisted the urge. He didn’t need to give his headache more reason to exist. When he found what he was looking for, he stood up and walked over to Evelina. “It looks like the main melody is split between the two players, at least for the first movement. I don’t mind being either, but the second part might be harder to play because that person needs to match the pace of the first part.” Looking at the vastly empty room, “We’d also need to find a second piano if we want to insist on practicing together.” His tone revealed little about his emotions, but parts inevitably would slip out. He wasn’t that good at masking his feelings just yet. There was reluctance in his voice; he didn’t want to practice with Evelina because then she’d hear all his mistakes and judge him for it.

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Evelina didn't believe for a second that Elias was glad her ankle felt better. He could carry her to the infirmary a hundred times before she believed such a far-fetched sentiment. Whatever he'd been trying to do with the display of chivalry, it had to be some kind of ploy. Just because she was ignorant to what exactly he was intending didn't mean he wasn't still engaging in some demented game of cat and mouse. In the quiet of the night, when Evie was all alone, doubts wormed their way through her defenses, but by morning they were reaffirmed by memories of just how much the Slytherin boy reviled her. The fact that he could hold her gaze for two seconds without sneering meant nothing.

Though, he wasn't looking at her now. It was impossible not to notice the way he was avoiding her, instead throwing himself into the music. He'd finished the piece several times over now. She should have felt grateful. There was something about his dark and piercing gaze that made her shrivel up like a raisin in the sun -- like he could stare right into her soul and leave her little more than a husk. Faced with only the back of his head, a bundle of nervous energy had knotted itself right in the base of her skull. Was this regret, or something more sinister?

There were so many things to loathe about the boy, but she found his unpredictability the thing she hated most of all.

When the cacophony of notes stopped, Evie jolted in surprise, rocking back only slightly as Elias turned around. She didn't know which crazy woman he was talking about, and she didn't care to. Her jaw tensed and her eyes tore from his, instead fixing on the solitary candle while he shuffled loose sheet music in search of the piece they were intended to play. The longer she watched the flickering flame, the easier it was to forget she was standing alone in a room with the Deveaux boy. She was with Anna, staying up late in mutual silence. She was with Adelaide, reading books by candlelight. She was anywhere but here.

The dark wick of the candle curled and wax dribbled down to pool in the base of the chamberstick, but Evie only had eyes for the dancing teardrop of yellow and orange.

Footsteps broke her from her trance, and she turned to see Elias standing right beside her. "Oh!...er--" Her fingers curled reflexively into fists, and she had to fight to keep from crossing her arms over her chest. Such body language was defensive. He knew it just as surely as she did, and she didn't want to give him any more reason to think she was weak. Dropping her gaze to scan over the sheet music, the eagle had to blink away the dry feeling clinging to her eyes as she replayed his words over in her head. He'd never played the piece before. She would have to spend time with him, helping him through the more difficult parts.

It almost sounded like an excuse to spend time with her.

The door creaked.

Evelina's head snapped toward the entry only to see it hadn't moved -- or had it? She couldn't tell. Was someone waiting in the wings to burst in and catch them all alone? He could weave whatever story he wanted in such a circumstance. People were already whispering about Deveaux's cherie. But no one made themselves known. No one busted down the door to point at them. Rolling her shoulders back in an effort to chase away the shudder creeping up her spine, the brunette regarded Elias with a quiet glance.

"I can keep up with whatever pace you set," she murmured, her words coming out more softly than she would have liked. She blamed the dark. Between the candle and the light emanating from the other fourth year's wand, the shadows had a way of making all kinds of encounters intimate -- even unpleasant ones like this. "There should be a piano in the theatre. Shall I warm up while you find it, or would you like to do a run through of the first part and add in the second another time?" Another time. As in -- they were going to do this again another time. She was going to be spending her evenings with Elias Deveaux for the foreseeable future.

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Elias wore a neutral expression on his face. His eyebrows were relaxed and his stare wasn’t a deathly glare for once. He looked so neutral it might have even appeared that he did not mind being so close to filth. Might have were the key words. His skin was pale as marble; his personality was just as cold. Most of the time, he operated on logic and reasoning; emotions, the more positive ones were a luxury. There was no denying that he lacked warmth and there would no hiding it either. Sometimes, it was even made intentional by the boy because he did not want others to approach him. However, it bothered him slightly to see Evelina’s discomfort as he neared her with the music sheets in hand.

Surprise fell out of her lips as she was momentarily caught off-guard and unable to utter anything more than an awkward oh!. Out of habit, his eyes roamed over to her hands--the usual indicators he used as confirmation for her flightiness. Her hands were small fists. Oh. Before he realized what he was doing, he took a step back. Was it because he wanted to give her some space or was it because he was also uncomfortable with how close the little mouse was?

The door creaked.

His usual cautious self would have turned to look, but instead, he kept his gaze on Evelina even when she turned to face the source of the sound. With her attention diverted, he could study her closer without fear that she’d notice. She was a porcelain doll made by a master dollmaker. Her face was chiseled into perfection. Her eyes were dark yet gentle while her lashes were long and full as were her lips, plump and filled with a vivid red. It was as if the reds of her lips were made by painstakingly mixing various paints together. When Evelina turned back to look at him, Elias was no longer looking at her, but at the music in his hands. The whole situation still felt bizarre. The two of them wouldn’t have been standing here if he hadn’t insisted on starting the whole fiesta in the first place.

“You take the second part then,” said Elias. If Evelina was confident in her piano skills, then he wasn’t going to insist on taking what he felt was the harder part. The sooner the two of them mashed out the finer details of their piano arrangement, the better. Maybe his headache would go away. He really wished he had thought to bring a cup of water. His lips were getting dry.

“Let’s just do a quick run through. Then both of us can get some needed rest. It’ll take too much time for me to bring the second piano here so I'll bring it over another time,” said Elias, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her for suggesting he bring a second piano over to the dance hall in the dark while he still had his headache. He blamed the night for causing him to act differently; Elias Deveaux was anything but nice.

It was only then he remembered she placed a handful of papers on the music stand earlier; he had been too engrossed in his playing to notice. Walking over to the music stand, he took the letters in his hand and read them one by one. He scoffed at his cousin’s letter and frowned when he reached his father’s handwritten note. The boy turned to face Evelina.

“Merlin, please don’t tell me you responded to my father. You won’t see Jeremy at the ball; he’s never attended a single of our family’s events on time and even if he made an appearance, I’d advise against talking to him because he’d hate you even more than me.” He didn’t know why he was getting so aggravated over it. He had every reason to throw her to the sharks. “If you promised to meet him, tell him you’re busy with school.”

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For a moment, Evelina wondered if she hadn't picked the wrong part. What if, in giving the lead to Elias, he was going to play her right out of the ballroom? What if he had played the piece a hundred times, and this was all just part of his game?

The pale light of his wand caught the edge of his cheek as he stepped back, his attention returning to the sheet music. He looked deeply engaged by Mozart's notes, but there was an apathy to his smoothed over features -- as if someone had ground down the usual look of disgust and loathing she was so used to seeing etched into his face. She'd almost forgotten what he looked like when he wasn't sneering, even though he'd put on a convincing show the last time they'd stood together in the dance hall. With her hands still held at her sides, Evie turned toward the piano, her grey pleated skirt swishing around her knees.

A quick run-through was all they would have to suffer tonight, though she didn't understand why he insisted on continuing with the farce. Of the two of them, surely he had the power to end things? Despite witnessing the fallout of the infamous birthday party, Evie had a hard time picturing a world where a family could reject their own relative so easily. The Youngs were different. She was a stain on their coat of arms -- a sad little splotch that didn't belong. Given the chance to wash her away, they would have. Duty and obligation were all that kept her from being tossed into the nearest foster home.

Sometimes, on quiet nights like this, she wondered why duty and obligation hadn't been enough to keep her father from straying in the first place.

Perching on the furthest corner of the piano bench, Evelina smoothed her skirts and regarded the keys awash in the cold illumination of Elias' wand. There was enough space for Elias to take a seat, but she didn't wait for him. He was busy shuffling through more papers -- the letters she'd left on the music stand -- and she didn't want this session to last any longer than it had to. While he read, she played. Softly, at first, with stiff digits that hadn't touched a piano with some time while her feet sought out brass pedals to rest upon. Memory warmed her fingers, countless hours running scales reminding her hands that they weren't useless, fidgety things. They had a task to perform, something to do other then plucking, pulling, and pinching.

Elias' voice made them falter again, one finger stumbling into another to hit a series of wrong notes. The assertion that someone could hate her even more than the boy currently trying to kick her to the gutter made her cold all over. Elias didn't just want to put her in her place, he wanted to make sure she stayed there. What, then, could his father possibly want with her? Her mouth was suddenly so dry, she might as well have swallowed a fistful of sand. She swallowed in a futile attempt to find her voice again, her palms curling against the edge of the piano.

"I...told him I was busy preparing for exams, but that I'd be at the ball and would meet him at the earliest convenience."

Not that she'd wanted to meet with Mr Deveaux, but declining him right out would have been incorrigible. Her next words came out a mumble, her eyes sliding away from the other boy as her hands started to move again, stretching to tiptoe down the scales. By some miracle, they weren't trembling. "I couldn't just not answer, however much he might hate me."

Even if he hates me more than you do.

The empty space beside the brunette beckoned Elias to take a seat more than any of her own words and gestures. As she played, a quiet voice in her subconscious asked if that was really what the Slytherin had meant.

He’d hate you even more than me.

He’d hate you even more than me.

The stone-faced boy had revealed no further truths. But Evelina would wait, and she would watch.

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Evelina was not lying about her need to warm up. It was apparent her skills were rusty when she faltered at a set of notes upon hearing his voice. If it had been his music instructor who was standing behind her, his music instructor would have stared disapprovingly at Evelina all while commenting on her obvious lack of focus. It wasn’t as if the boy didn’t understand the difficulties of playing the piano. When he had started playing, the smallest of sounds distracted him. His concentration was paper thin and no amount of practicing seemed to help with soothing his nerves. His first piano recital in front of his grandfather was a nerve-wrecking experience; nothing could calm the six year old down. Not even his cousin, who was the only one he trusted in the entire household besides his grandfather, could stop the boy’s hands from trembling only minutes before his first performance. His instructor taught him to play in front of a crowd without being affected by the people in it, but his instructor could not teach him to enjoy the experience. Even now, he still hated piano recitals. When Evelina pressed the wrong set of keys, he simply acted as if he had heard nothing out of the ordinary.

He wondered if his aunt was having a field day knowing that her awful nephew was going to further "dishonor" the family name by bringing Evelina to the party. If she was lucky, maybe his grandfather would disown him in front of everybody to make it official. Technically, it was Elias who was at fault for the entire situation.

He did not understand himself sometimes, but he supposed it was too late to change the past. Terrible things happened to people who meddled with time. Someone had once said that, and Elias was not foolish enough to delve on a past he’d rather forget. He was a slave to his own decisions and he would live with his decisions, even if it meant facing terrible consequences. There were certain nights when he wondered why he chose Evelina Young as his victim. She had never done anything horrible to him, never made snide comments about his failures as a grandson, never poked fun at him for anything at all. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Maybe that was why he felt guilt when he read his father’s handwritten note. Even their handwriting was similar. There was no denying that he was his father’s son, down to the hatred of the lesser bloods. Jeremy would not be pleased to have a half-veela for his daughter-in-law. His father would think the little mouse charmed Elias and he would not be afraid to bring up those claims in front of everyone. Elias scoffed at the very idea that he’d be affected by something as stupid as veela charms. Though, the boy would be lying if he said that the thought never once crossed his mind. He wondered it even now as he was staring at the little mouse who was doing nothing other than staring back at him.

“Good or I would have hexed you for your stupidity,” said Elias. It was strange. Despite his cold and callous ways, Elias was not a liar but here he was, lying through his teeth. He would use words to insult her, but he would not hurt her through magic. The sinister voice in his mind asked is there any difference? Looking away from her, he said in a much quieter voice, “He might be an Ministry official, but he’s still my father. When you’re out in front of everyone trying to prove you belong, he’s in the group of people judging your every action. You’d be foolish to think that he’d change his opinion about you based on your relationship with me, false as it is.” He looked more tired than anything after saying those words. It was the truth and the truth was always tiring when said to people like Evelina Young.

Very gingerly, he took a seat in the empty spot by Evelina’s side, making sure to sit at the very edge of the bench.

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The snake spoke as if she hadn't spent the last six years in high society -- as if she had no idea how their world worked simply because she hadn't been born to it. The threat of hexing her came as no surprise -- she'd expected a hex from the moment she'd stepped in the room -- but the declaration that his father would judge her every action ignited a flicker of annoyance in her chest. It wasn't as though such judgments would be a change from the norm. Every ball, every picnic, every tea party, eyes were always on her; judging her dress, her hair, and even the way she held herself. She was the whore's daughter. The half-breed. The hybrid.

Why do they even let it have a wand?

I wouldn't feel safe if my boy were still in school.

I heard she tried to charm the Ainsley boy out of his family fortune.

Just like her mother.


In the last six years, she'd heard it all, especially after she hit thirteen and her more ethereal qualities began to shine through. People whispered and watched, gagging for her to stumble, all while quietly nursing the private fears that she might set her eyes on one of their children. The girl hated every second of it, often wishing she could run off to the safety of her room. A wrinkle appeared in her brow, just a flicker of deep thought, before her face smoothed over. Watching Elias in the periphery of her gaze, Evie shook her head back and forth. Jeremy Deveaux would be the same, no doubt. He would fixate on the beast so many others saw her as, and he would condemn her.

"I did not mistake his correspondence for a kindness," she began, swallowing her bitterness so her voice would not betray her. "Whatever you might think of me, whatever I might actually be, I am not a simpleton." He must have thought her stupid if he genuinely believed she felt this fiesta would lead to anything positive for her. Her insides twisted. Somehow, being thought of as stupid bothered the dark-haired Ravenclaw more than the implication that she was some trollop with loose morals who ran around with every pureblood boy in school. Whereas her body had changed in ways beyond her control, her mind had remained consistent. Though occasionally a bit naive, Evelina had always been mentally quick, and when her natural talents failed her, hard work and repetition always made up for the deficits. However else she might have come off to others, she'd never imagined stupid being one of them.

The bench shifted. Elias was beside her. Even with her eyes on the keys, he filled the periphery of her vision. Her shoulders itched to raise up close to her ears, and her whole body wanted to lean away from him, but she told herself to stay still. They were each on the furthest edge of the bench they could possibly sit on. When he didn't immediately move closer, Evelina was able to relax her lungs enough to take a small breath.

The valley between them was impassable. The cold and magical light emanating from Elias' wand only served to draw attention to the empty space. They might as well have been a full room apart, and still they were close enough that the hairs on the back of Evelina's neck stood on end and the beating drum in her chest quickened.

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As much as the proximity of Evelina Young should have bothered him, it didn’t.

He told himself he sat on the piano bench because there was space and he didn't want to stand. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. His piano instructor used to sit next to him all the time whenever he was demonstrating a concept to the boy. It was very possible Evelina went through the same experience. Maybe that was why Elias felt he would be speaking the truth if he said he didn’t feel nervous at the moment. His mind was clear and thoughts came easily to him unlike the other times he was around Evelina. However, there were little things he noticed, like the steady beat of his heart gradually increasing and the fact that it felt like there might have been a brick wall between him and the girl. It wasn't fair because she was probably unaffected, which much like everything else about Evelina, annoyed him.

“It doesn’t matter what I think of you because in the end, we mean nothing to each other,” said Elias matter-of-factly. He once said something similar to Anais Elkins, a girl who unceremoniously decided to read his private letters he’d written to his father after the disastrous events of his grandfather’s birthday party. He didn’t expect pity from the girl, and it wasn’t what he wanted when he stormed into the Slytherin girl’s dormitories, only stopping at the entrance because of the enchantments placed to ward away the male visitors. Despite his initial impressions of Anais, she surprised him by telling him that his grandfather should not judge blood period and that Auhert shouldn’t be anymore proud if his cousin married a pureblood or Muggleborn. Still, the encounter did not end well and that was when Elias suspected she might not have been a spoiled pureblood princess like he initially thought.

Even if it did not show on his face, Elias was confused at Evelina’s negative reaction when he insulted her intelligence. Truth be told, he considered his other remarks more offensive for the girl. He was starting to lose track of the number of times he called her dirt or filth; while he didn’t think insults to her intelligence were any less easy to swallow, he assumed she would brush them aside like she did for his other comments. He made an important note about this in the back of his head. It might come useful at another time, when he needed to provoke a reaction in the poor girl.

“So really, why would it make a difference whether I think of you as a simpleton or a genius, little mouse?” It must have been at some point Elias began to think of Evelina as the “little mouse” because he wouldn’t have been caught dead calling her such a stupid nickname otherwise. It had been a horrible slip of the tongue. Before he could stop his unwanted emotions from escaping, he was left with an awkward expression on his face, like he had been caught doing something embarrassing. He wasn’t sure why he'd be embarrassed, considering he even had the audacity to call Evelina his cherie in front of both their guardians. This at least was said in private, but somehow, it bothered him. A lot.

He decided he’d ignore the comment. It never happened. Clearing his throat, he moved to play the piano on the side that Evelina wasn’t using. “Should it go like this?” He played the last measure Evelina was at. While he managed to get all the notes correctly (on a different octave), the rhythm was slightly off.

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Evelina's head was starting to hurt. She'd skipped dinner, but she didn't know if that or the person she was seated beside was to blame. It could have even been the way the cold light of his wand clashed with the warm flicker of the candle. Hell, it could have been all of them -- each source of stress tangling into a mess that throbbed dully at the back of her skull. Another weakness she had to hide from Elias. If he thought her constitution was frail or delicate, he might exploit that too. The other fourth year had already used her twisted ankle to embarrass her. If he found she had a headache, he might feign chivalry another time just for the sake of throwing her off her game or setting her up to take some sort of fall further down the line. She had not forgotten the creak of the door. There could still be someone waiting for a signal.

That memory was all that kept her from frowning at him. They did not, and could never again mean nothing to each other. Not since he'd decided he hated her and wanted to see her laid as low as him. He would always be some devil to her now, manipulating everything within his power just to hurt her, and as often as he went out of his way to tell her she was trash, there were plenty of other pieces of trash to be found in the school. He had chosen to point his hate at her. That wasn't nothing, either. Had he felt apathy toward her; had he felt nothing while he looked at her, he wouldn't have ever noticed her sitting quietly in the theatre in a sea of so many others.

He wouldn't have called her little mouse.

The name made her spine straighten and her fingers curl away from the keys they'd just been trailing along. Her head snapped to look at him just in time to catch the discomfort register on the Slytherin's face. Seeing the crease of his brow and the slant of his mouth was strange. Ever since dance practice, he'd been wearing a mask she couldn't pierce. The open revulsion she had become accustomed to seeing on her face had smoothed over for the sake of the adults in the room, but this wasn't that. This was some new look. Embarrassment, maybe. As though he'd spoken without really meaning to, but he'd called her worse. He'd called her cherie; trash; the daughter of a whore. Why should just another insult be any different?

"You're a little heavy-handed." She replied coolly, her bright hazel eyes studying his features rather than his movements. "It slows you down. You need a lighter touch." Tearing her gaze away she reached for the keys again. "Like this." Her slender digits floated across the keys again, repeating the bar he'd just played, while her heel tapped against the ground in the click click click of a metronome. The stiffness in her posture began to bleed out of her, escaping through her fingertips as the notes filled the dance hall. Elias was pretending as though he hadn't just asked her a question. She probably should have respected that desire and avoided prodding at him, considering all he could do to her. All that knowledge didn't stop the Ravenclaw from adding, "and it doesn't matter what you think of me. But don't...act as though I have no understanding of the way things are. Believe me, I hold no hopes that any interaction with you or your family could possibly end well for me. You've made yourself...abundantly clear." She took a breath and slid her hands from the keys, resting them in her lap.

"Now try again. Lighter, this time."

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When Jeremy Deveaux boarded the Hogwarts Express, a curious girl named Alexis Locket managed to wander her way into his compartment of the train. She was from a pureblood family as well and had little interaction with other children prior to Hogwarts, but she was a sweet little thing. She was the embodiment of warmth and she stuck close by to Jeremy for the many years to come. When Elias Deveaux boarded the Hogwarts Express, no one wandered their way into his compartment. People stayed away from him because of his family. He read Shakespeare during the long train ride and refused to buy any snacks for lunch when the trolley came by. Instead of Gryffindor, he was sorted into Slytherin immediately and that was that.

For the next few years, he was foolish enough to believe that he’d evade love’s poison because there had been no Alexis Locket to greet him on the train. He was safe. Never would he make the same mistake as Jeremy Deveaux and become so attached to someone that her departure would create a void so vast that he'd never be able to fill it up, even if it meant being alone for the rest of his life.

But even Elias couldn’t not notice the signs. While he was ignorant about being in a relationship, he was not blind. He could see what the girl was doing to him, even if he was reluctant to admit it to anyone but himself. His heart once again beat rapidly, but not because of Evelina’s proximity to him, but out of fear. He was losing control again, and he had given it unknowingly to someone else. That was a sin. The light went out from his wand. His concentration was waned and wasn't enough to keep the light steady. Elias got up from the piano bench, his face morphing into something pleasant. He told himself he was talking to one of his father’s associates. He needed to be courteous and remain calm. His fingers scratched at his palm. This was not what he wanted.

“I know you’re intelligent, Miss Young. There’s no need to say all that, but I’m afraid I’ll have to retire early tonight. I’ve had a headache brewing for a while and it seems to have grown quite maliciously.”

This was all so wrong. He was supposed to hate Evelina until the very end. It wasn’t fair his hormones were stupid and irrational. What was it about Evelina? Yes, there was no denying that Evelina was a beauty. She had veela blood. He wanted to use that as justification for his feelings because being charmed by a vixen was better than having genuine feelings. That had to be it and besides, it was too late.

His words and actions had already done enough damage that she would never forgive him. It was too late to hope that Evelina Young would ever see him in a good light. But it didn’t matter. This was a simple infatuation. It made sense because Elias had never been around girls his age and he happened to spend more time than was necessary with Evelina Young. It was simple lust and nothing more. He wanted to leave now, but he turned back around to face her. The fact that she was bothered by his words bothered him.

“Then, if my words don’t matter, stop becoming affected by them. Or anyone else’s words for that matter. Despite how well you think you’re hiding the hurt you feel, it shows in your expressions and the way your body stiffens,” he said, glad that the darkness was hiding his face. He wasn’t even sure how much she remembered of the conversation the two of them had when he carried her to the Hospital Wing. “...It annoyed me how easily you accepted it when I called your mother a whore. Even if she seduced your father, she’s still your mother. Even if everyone else in the world sees her as a trollop, she’s still your mother. I heard the two you were living together up until the moment she died. It’s a story I’ve heard countless times during parties. You’re popular,” he said with a humorless smile. “I don’t know much about how it was to live with your mother, but it was clear she did not abandon you. She could very well have been a good mother, but no one in our society cares about that. They’d only care that she slept with a married man and left him with a burden. You should have gotten angry when I insulted her. You should have slapped me. Or cry. Stop playing the damsel in distress and don't let people insult someone who should be precious to you.” He was surprised. He spoke too much and it showed in the way he was rambling. Stupid little mouse.

"Good night,” were his last words before he slipped past the door and escaped into the night.

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