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As the days passed, Elias wondered if the void in his heart was here to stay. Too immersed in his schoolwork and daily activities, the wizard never even noticed when the hole had first made its appearances. Like a cavity, the hole didn't hurt at first. Then he would begin to feel faint prickles of pain whenever he saw his grandfather and the silence that would transpire between the two of them. Now, it was full-fledged pain that caused his chest to ache at random times. No matter how many times he attempted to dispel his thoughts of the fateful day at his grandfather's birthday party, he could not forget. He almost contemplated using a memory charm at one point, but he figured it would have been dangerous to perform it on himself. There might have been people he could have asked, but he either doubted their abilities or knew that they wouldn't be willing. He was sure his cousin Victoria (he insisted on calling her entire name rather than Tori) would have been appalled. Regardless of whether or not he could remember, the events still occurred so it would have only been fooling himself. While he was not hero material, Elias was not someone who ran away from his problems. He would accept whatever punishment his grandfather decided was most suitable, even if it meant that he would be disowned from the Deveaux family.

He was almost certain that Victoria and Anora were beyond disappointed by his lack of tact at the party. He laughed bitterly. Who was he kidding? The two of them were disappointed in him because he refused to look past blood purity, but to Elias, blood was everything. From the moment of his birth, he was part of the Deveaux and his grandfather's beloved grandson. He was supposed to have been Sorted in Gryffindor, supposed to have been brave, supposed to have been a protector of magical creatures and Muggles, and definitely not be hating on those with lesser blood. It was absurd. To the outside world, his grandfather was a kind man who dedicated many years of his life to helping the Muggleborn cause, but to Elias, he had always been a strict grandfather whose expectations were just slightly out of reach. From an early age, Elias was taught the basics of fencing and then when he was old enough, that knowledge transferred to dueling. He was also supposed to be gifted in the fine arts; he learned the piano and had even been forced to play the violin at some point. The past few summers were filled with ballroom dancing for when it would be time for him to make his “real” appearance to the world. His grandfather never even bothered to discuss his grades with Elias; it was expected of him to get good grades. There were so many expectations. Those were shoes that the boy couldn't fill.

Seeing as how Romeo and Juliet was showing today, the wizard finally decided to leave his usual brooding spot in an attempt to get his mind off of darker thoughts. What better way to cheer up than to see two vain teenagers fall in love at the speed of light and die in nearly the same amount of time? He noted that there was more people at the play than usual, guessing that it must have been due to the play in question. Romeo and Juliet was definitely a play that would attract romantic students. In his opinion, the play argued against true love just look at the ending for Merlin's sake, but to each their own. He chose a seat left of the stage, near the back. His favorite spot was the center, but he had been late and most of the spots were already filled. Leaning back against his chair, he trained his eyes on the actors, mouthing the lines. He had the play memorized, naturally. He watched Romeo finally meet Juliet and as expected, the two almost fell in love immediately. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he allowed his gaze to wander before finally noticing that Evelina Young was also present. He raised a brow, crossing his arms across his chest in disdain.

“Fancy seeing you here, Evelina. I trust that your mother has been well?” He drawled. Then after a slight pause, he added, “Oh sorry. I meant the one that's alive.”

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The casual drawl with which the viper spoke shot an injection of venom directly into Evelina's spine. Her back went rigid, her neck stiffening as muscles contracted and she sat up a little higher in her seat. Someone in front of her twisted, annoyed by the whispers. The eagle pretended not to notice the glare, her own bright hazel eyes locked on the students on-stage while her hands made fists in her lap.

School productions were never anything like the plays she and her family went to see during the Christmas and summer holidays, but even though Juliet's nurse was being played by a portly boy who kept forgetting his lines and the firstie narrator had a deer in the headlights look on his face, Evie was enjoying herself. Or at least, she had been. The source material was still good and the leads were clearly passionate about their roles as well as each other. The young Ravenclaw had been looking forward to the play all week, and after tense classes followed by even tenser study sessions, the opportunity to disappear into someone else's fantasy for a while was one she wasn't willing to pass up.

It figured that Elias Deveaux would show up and ruin it.

If not for her blood, the two fourth years might have been friends. They might have even commiserated over the expectations of their families, attending all the same ballroom classes and piano recitals. However cold and callous he might have behaved, had they been on the same level, they might have even found themselves in the sort of arranged marriage families of wealth were so fond of. They weren't though, and by the way Elias' face pinched whenever she walked by, she wagered he'd never see her as anything other than rubbish. That was how he looked at her, after all; like she was a pile of waste waiting to be disposed of. It was a look she was accustomed to, one that made her want to fold up into herself and hide away. Instead she held her chin high and let their eyes wash over her like water off a duck's back.

Doing so was just a little bit harder when she was trapped in her seat, unable to escape unless she wanted to be rude, and if she was rude, word would eventually get back to her stepmother. Helen Young didn't tolerate violations of decorum. Evie's mere existence reflected upon her poorly, and any further poor reflection was unconscionable. She would have to akcnowledge him in some way.

As much as she loathed this dance, she knew all the steps well enough, and as she tore her eyes away from the crooning teenagers on-stage, a smile fixed itself to her porcelain features. She looked as much the dressed up doll as she always did; all wrapped in the finest garments her father's money could buy, her long dark hair pinned up and away from her face.

"Helen is very well, thank you." Helen was always well, and she was never 'mother,' no matter how many times people referred to her as such. Without missing a beat, Evie tilted her head, her finely shaped eyebrows raising questioningly. "And what of your grandfather? I've not seen him since that fabulous birthday party of his." Barbs disguised as a polite inquiry were flung right back at Elias, as sharp as his own and aimed at a place just as tender. She didn't have many more of those left in her very limited arsenal. Hopefully one would be enough to discourage him -- enough for him to leave her in peace so she could return to enjoying the play.

Somehow, she doubted it.

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Evelina Young. It was a name he found distasteful to say under normal circumstances, but this wasn't what he considered to be a normal circumstance. The vixen dared step into his peripheral vision when he was trying to cheer himself up. Evelina wasn't a Muggleborn, but she wasn't too far off from their level of filth. It was a well-known fact that her mother was a whore who seduced her father into fathering a vile piece of trash. Just because she weaseled her way into high society did not mean that people would be quick to accept her. Trash would always remain trash. He would never change his opinion about her.

Elias raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look passing through his features before he finally scoffed at her words. Dear Evelina had been invited to his grandfather's birthday party. The invitation had been extended to the entire Young family. It was no secret that his grandfather did not judge those with lesser blood; he was an advocate and a hero of Muggles and Muggleborns alike. However, it did not mean that the old man was going to throw away every tradition. With the exception of their liberal views on Muggles, the Deveaux family was still steeped in decades of tradition and custom. The Deveaux were still a conservative family in the end. Her blood could be disregarded for most of his family members, but her background was not something that could be easily overlooked. He would almost laugh at the irony of the situation. His family judged her for her whore of a mother; he judged her for her blood. She was almost pitiful. Once Elias might have spared some pity for the girl, but at this point in time, Elias no longer had enough kindness to spare for the likes of her.

Once, he had been worried her family would offer her as a sacrificial bride to bind the two households together. It would have been fitting, and he wouldn't have been able to protest against his grandfather's wishes if the old man so pleased to marry off his grandson to the daughter of a whore. He would never have been able to love her so he was relieved when it never came. It might very well even have been the other way around, where his family might have asked her hand in marriage. His grandfather would have been very happy if Elias' future wife was not a pureblood witch. While others would call Evelina pretty, Elias could only see a hideous creature that wrapped her true personality under many layers of deceit. He knew of her infamous siblings, both spoiled brats who were taught at an early age that the world was theirs to conquer. They did not understand the ways of the world. It would make sense that Evelina was exactly like her siblings. As he stared at her expensive clothing and pretty face, he resisted the urge to criticize her vanity. She was the same as every other girl he knew from high society. What use was it to only criticize her? He would hate her just as much as he hated everyone else there, himself included.

She should have been grateful that she had been invited to his grandfather's birthday party in the first place. How dare she bring up the incident when she had no right? Oh, of course. A party of two was needed to play this game. “Thanks for the inquiry. My grandfather is alive and well. He tells me to send you his regards. You know how fond he is of charity cases.” His voice was cold as the Arctic, accented by the way he spoke each world slowly and clearly. He was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. “How's the play? I was unaware that you could understand Shakespeare.” At this point his words were just a tad too loud. Other students were starting to notice their exchange, but Elias no longer cared. Blood rushed through his veins.

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The tone with which Elias spoke sent a shiver running across Evelina's shoulders, her fists tightening just a little in her lap. A charity case. Her jab had been parried, and now the Slytherin was coming back at her with a swift uppercut. Cold anger pulsed in her chest and her teeth clenched behind her thin-lipped smile. There was no denying that's exactly what she was. Her mother, the whore, had died when she was just eight years old, and left with nowhere else to go she had been taken in. Despite the scandal she had brought with her, her father had not wanted her shuffled into foster homes.

Sometimes she wondered if she wouldn't have been happier never entering the Young household, instead remaining Evelina Wallace 'til the end of her days. She supposed she should have considered what he'd done an act of kindness. Moving from a matchbox cottage to a fabulous estate was an upgrade. She had all the clothes she could ever hope to wear and all the food she could ever hope to eat. The finest tutors had been hired to tame her 'wild northern ways' until she was befitting of her newfound station in life. Most people would have given anything to be in her position; a pauper turned into a princess. Truth be told, it wasn't a bad hand to be dealt, and dreaming up what ifs wasn't going to make anyone happier in the long run.

Besides, there was no erasing what her mother had done.

Had she looked more like her half-siblings, the legacy of adultery wouldn't have been so unbearable. People might overlooked or outright forgotten that she wasn't one of them. Fate, as it turned out, had other ideas. Her brother and sister were both sunshine gold, with lithe frames teardrop blue eyes, whereas Evie was dark-haired and borderline Junoesque -- a budding young woman sculpted out of marble. Every day she became a little more like her mother, and a little different from everyone else. No matter how she dressed or styled her hair, or how many hours she spent learning to talk and walk like everyone else, she couldn't help but be keenly aware of just how much she stood out from the rest of her family.

"I understand more than people think," she replied, her smile maintaining. "Such as the value of silence when one is trying to enjoy a play." Onstage, Romeo was finally bidding Juliet's balcony goodnight -- an entire scene that was all but lost on the eagle. More students were turning to watch them, another glare from the person in front of her being shot in their direction after Evie's whispered answer. She wanted to shrivel up and die -- to curl into a ball in her chair and go unnoticed for the rest of the show. Perhaps it was the ice in Elias' stony gaze, but something told her that wasn't to be. Indulging to the other fourth year with a response was probably a mistake in the first place, but this was how people in high society spoke to one another, with insults veiled in kindness and vicious jabs delivered through joyless smiles.

Evelina hated it.

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It was ironic. Elias was about to be expelled from the society he despised while Evelina, who clawed her way up to where she was now, was there to stay. It wasn't fair, but he supposed that there weren't many things in life that was fair. He was acting irrationally because he was angry; he was not thinking as rationally as he would have if he wasn't angry. It was all redundant, but he had been hoping that the reminder would have been enough to quell his temper. It didn't work. The irritation remained in his heart, refusing to be snuffed out.

The boy was not stupid. He knew he had dug his own grave at his grandfather's party, but it did not make it any harder to swallow. Just looking at Evelina and the way she tried her hardest to avoid attention irritated the wizard. If she didn't want to be noticed, then why did she insist on staying where she did not belong? If he wasn't so stubborn, he would have admitted that the witch was a natural beauty. Compared to her half-siblings who were more of a nuisance than anything, there was an ethereal aura surrounding her person. Her posture and the way she spoke had an unnatural grace. Even when she said her thinly-veiled jives to Elias, she had been soft-spoken. Her dark hair naturally accented her pale skin. When she blinked, her full lashes fluttered. She looked more like a pureblood than her brother and sister. If he hadn't been told about the circumstances of her birth, he would have mistaken her as being one their kind.

Elias was the only child. His mother died moments after he came into the world. It had not been an arranged marriage between his father and mother. It had been true love, the one that did not exist in their world, and he was the one who had taken that away from his father.

The incident happened many years ago when his parents chose to vacation in a small Muggle village north of Tuscany. In the midst of the vacation, his father got called away for Auror business. It involved a week long chase of an Auror turned rogue. That left his mother by herself; she had reassured her husband that she would be fine by herself. That was a lie. The events that happened afterwards would always remain a mystery, but a Muggle couple had apparently found her unconscious. She was taken to a Muggle hospital with her bloated stomach. She did not make it, but Elias had. Those were the same words his father repeated to Elias for the first few years of his life. The boy had been afraid of the meaning behind those words. When his father declared that the Muggles were the ones responsible for his mother's death, Elias gladly took that as a way out.

He scoffed. Evelina could understand Shakespeare? That was a surprise. If she could understand that, then did she understand other things as well? He was feeling self-destructive at the moment and no longer cared about the audience that the two of them had gathered in such a short amount of time. He could feel many eyes on him, but he was sick and tired of keeping his composure.

“So you enjoy plays. Then let me ask you, did you enjoy the little performance I put up at my grandfather's birthday party?” His anger could no longer be restrained. A part of him pitied the girl who he had chosen to unleash his anger on. She didn't force him to say the words he said to his grandfather; she had been at the birthday party most likely out of obligation. Evelina had done nothing to hurt him, but here he was, hurting her for existing.

Elias hated himself.

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More eyes fell on her; more students twisting to send irritated glances over their shoulders. The last five rows of the auditorium were paying more attention to the two fourth years than the crooning teenagers onstage. Evie felt like a bug pinned to black felt and mounted on display. She might as well have been, Elias holding the needle in place while all these people scrutinised her.

Just a few minutes ago, the cool air filling the theatre had been a refreshing reprieve from the spring warmth beyond the double doors. Now it was bone-chilling. Evelina's teeth threatened to chatter, and she clamped her jaw down to keep them from clacking together. The small hairs on the back of her neck were all standing on end. Goosebumps broke out across her arms, hidden beneath her long sleeves, but she still self consciously curled her hands around her forearms.

Elias Deveaux was unrelenting.

She supposed she should have admired his dedication. Most people were content with a few jabs, but he was determined to smash her mask and watch her crumble. Don't cry, she told herself. Don't cry. Don't give him the satisfaction. The malicious glint in his eye would turn triumphant if she allowed the tears building at the backs of her eyes spill down her cheeks. Another impure piece of trash, stomped beneath his shoe. She didn't understand what she'd ever done to him, or why he hated her so much. Evelina wanted no part of high society, and she knew when she came of age and graduated Hogwarts, she would be on her own. Her siblings would become professional slackers, but her family would no longer be obligated to care for her. There was a chance her father would protest. He might even try to build for her a little nest egg to help her get her life started, but for the most part Evie would be starting from scratch.

Again.

As luck would have it, it seemed Elias would be starting from scratch too -- sooner rather than later. The young eagle had been a shadow at the now infamous birthday party. She'd done everything expected of her. She'd shown up in a beautiful but appropriate dress; she'd greeted everyone of import with polite smiles and inquiries after their health; and she'd sat in her corner of the room, trying not to draw attention to herself. There had been no great conflicts, no faux pas, and she hadn't sat there sighing dramatically, waiting for someone to ask her to dance as her younger sister had. If not for the scene Elias had caused, the entire event would have been a great success.

For just a few seconds, he had looked as vulnerable as she felt every single day. If she was being honest, seeing the Slytherin blood-purist knocked down a peg had been just a little bit rewarding, but for the most part she had't felt much gratification. She'd felt pity. Watching him now, she still felt note of empathy singing in her chest. She knew how intimately it hurt, how deeply it cut, to bring dishonor onto one's own home. Except she couldn't rewrite her birth; she couldn't change the circumstances that had brought her into the Young family. Elias was shackled to his prejudice, unable to see he alone held the key to his own freedom.

"I did," the young girl answered, her voice quiet. She wished she could look away, but Elias' basilisk stare had turned her to stone. Only her jaw still worked. If she wasn't careful she'd run out of defensive moves entirely, and her only course would be to flee. "It was a display so pitiable, it gave Romeo and Juliet a run for their money. You might think of taking it to the London stage."

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Gone were the Halcyon days of his youth, if those days could even be considered as such. His father had not been a good father. The first few years had been strange between father and son. It was as if the two of them realized that they weren’t a good fit, but were still stuck together. Elias could not ever recall being hugged by his father or being told a bedtime story. There was only ever silence between his father and him.

The boy spent most of his childhood at his grandfather’s house, where he was trained to become the model heir that his father had almost become but gave up being after the death of his beloved wife. By five, Elias spent most of his days at the Deveaux estate and had become fluent in both French and English. The Deveaux originated from France; learning French had been entirely for Elias’ grandfather’s sake. While his grandfather could speak English, it was mostly in broken phrases and with many awkward pauses in between. Elias did not make the conscious decision to learn French; it rubbed off on him from his grandfather. It was one of the few things that had not been an obligation for the boy to learn, but the other parts of his youth were all obligations.

On his fifth birthday, he received a foil and a sabre to mark the start of his fencing training. The days were spent practicing failed lunges and less than perfect parries. While his grandfather was benevolent towards other people, he was very strict when it came to teaching his own grandson. Even a slight misstep would earn the boy harsh criticism, but he never complained because he wanted to be someone his grandfather could be proud of.

He wasn’t sure if he could still become that person with the way he was staring at Evelina right now like she was despicable vermin. Despite the coolness of the theater, Elias felt warmer than ever. His emotions were a raging storm inside him that had gradually built up over the years as a result of his attempts to bottle everything up. Evelina really was much too skilled at talking for her own good. If she had only agreed with him and played nice, he might have been able to leave her alone, but she hadn’t. She was playing this game with him, and he wouldn’t be able to be the rational person this time to stop the game. His eyes could see tears tugging at the bottom of her eyelids, threatening to spill at a moment’s notice. The vulnerability that was so apparent in her dark eyes tugged at his heartstrings. He almost choked on his next set of words, be he didn’t. “Only if you join me, Dear Juliet. With both our tragic backstories, I’m sure the clown fiesta will be a hit. For never was a story of more woe than this of Evelina and Elias. What do you think?”

There was commotion amongst the audience the two of them had apparently gathered in such a short amount of time. He saw a seventh year stand from his seat and walk towards the duo, perhaps to shut them up. As if without a care in the world, Elias walked closer to Evelina, so close that she would be able to smell the dust and musty paper on his person as proof that he visited the library frequently. In a more quiet voice, he leaned over and whispered in her right ear, “What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet." He paused for dramatic effect and then continued. “I never cared for names in the first place. I care less for it now. There’s nothing stopping me from doing whatever I want from now on so you should watch yourself.”

It was a complete buff because while Elias was not a hero, he was not a villain. He didn’t intend to do anything more than to scare the girl. As he moved back, he was stunned himself. Surprise flitted across his eyes and he had to stop to take a breath. He didn’t know that he was capable of saying something so sinister. What had he become?

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You shouldn't have said that.

The knowing voice in the back of her head -- her sense of reason -- was chiding her. At this point she was just poking the snake, waiting for him to strike again. Silence was akin to rolling over or exposing her jugular; he would have known how much he was bothering her. Keeping her pity to herself might have been the wiser option, but on some level Evelina wanted him to know they weren't so different. They were both out of place in their own families. His elitism set him apart from his family -- had even brought them shame at times. The bastard daughter knew what it was like to disappoint the people you wanted to impress; she did it every day. That didn't make them allies by any stretch of the imagination. They were on opposing sides of this battle, and there was nothing she could do to make him see they didn't need to fight at all.

She didn't want his world.

The moment he started to move closer, Evie snapped her head forward to focus on the play. Romeo was waxing poetic about the Goddess Capulet, but his words were muted to her ears, his professions of love reduced to white noise. Elias' voice, though, was crystal clear. He can take you down. Drag you to the gutters.
That's what he's saying.
Her carefully filed nails dug into her forearms, biting through cloth to give her a different sort of pain to focus on; one that wouldn't reduce her to tears. The light of the stage illuminated her glistening eyes, her pale lips tightening into a thin line when Elias leaned in so close she could feel his breath against her ear. The scent of books should have been comforting; the library was her favourite place in the whole world, and he was somehow turning it sour.

What was someone with nothing to lose capable of?

Evelina didn't know, but she could guess.

"I--" The young woman's voice hitched, barely making a sound before it died in her throat. She swallowed, staring beyond the watchful eyes to the stage before finally working up the nerve to glance toward the Deveaux boy again. A flicker she didn't expect reflected back at her. Surprise. Perhaps at himself, or the fact that she had enough of a spine left not to simply turn and run at his words. The corner of her mouth twitched, hinting at another false smile. She wore so many of those these days. She was starting to forget what a real smile -- the sort that curled upwards and crinkled the corners of your eyes -- felt like.

"I think your rhyme scheme needs work," she whispered, sounding much weaker than she would have liked. "Stick to iambic pentameter." Truthfully, Evie was afraid. Without a name to hold him back, what would he do to her own? Her name was all she had in life; a badge she hadn't earned and didn't deserve. If he dragged it through the grime and the mud, she would be as bad as her mother. Trash. The trash she'd always been. The gossip would be unbearable. What Elias himself didn't do, the little old ladies who worked the high society rumour mill would finish for him. She could almost hear them now.

Knew she'd slip up sooner or later.

What did they expect, bringing blood like that into their family?

Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

What sort of tree had Elias fallen from, that he turned out so rotten?

Moving to stand, Evelina sought to put some distance between them. This isn't running away, she told herself. It's a tactical retreat. If she didn't leave now, he might see her fingers trembling.He'd know he was winning; that she was frightened. She hid her hands at her sides, against the folds of her skirt. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I've had quite enough tragedy for one day." Without another word she headed for the doors; shoulders back, chin up. It's just water off a duck's back. He can only hurt you if you let him. The mantras she always used ran themselves through her head again and again, but she didn't feel any better.

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