HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL * LEO.

[solène v. armande]

It's too bloody cold in England. Too bloody cold I say. Snow was falling on the ground like there was no tomorrow. Mother nature should take a trip to the Caribbean and get some ideas. The sun had barely reached this corner of the earth for a couple of days and the kids were starting to miss it. It was gloomy and foggy all the time in England , as if the whole freaking country was wrapped in depression. English people seemed to enjoy the snow and the rain , but when a perfectly normal foreigner comes to inhabit this place...well things won't go as smoothly. Last summer Beauxbaton had been destroyed by Merlin knows what , leaving a whole community of french wizards homeless. Most french students were transfered to this stone, cold , old , smelly castle they like to call Hogwartz. Solène Armande was one of those now homeless witches , she was in her last year and her parents had insisted on her ending her school years in Hogwartz. Her pureblooded family was pretty much like everyone else's , except that her mother was crazy and her father rarely home. She had an annoying sister and a couple of reckless twins as siblings.

Solène wasn't fond of Hogwartz , she had considered Beauxbaton her home for more than 7 years and for it to be gone like floo powder was a bit upsetting. Solène was a quiet girl , observing and curious. Socializing had never been one of her strong suits , unless she found you interesting enough. To be honest she could be a bit of a twat , but only if she was provoked. There was a lot of talk about Solène that wasn't true. People said that she had beaten up a first year , and that she had slept with three teachers , she didn't really give a rat's ass about what people said.In fact , the more the merrier.Maman would drive herself nuts trying to amend her "crazy and reckless" daughter's mistakes. The only thing Solène wanted was to go to art school and get the hell out of Hogwartz. She wasn't all bad, she knew how to have fun and be charming. It was the french flare she thought.

Life had been hectic since the Beauxbaton and the Durmstrang had been transfered into Hogwartz. They were placed in the Hogwartz houses accordingly. Solène was placed in Ravenclaw of course , the smart house. She wasn't ready to admit that her life in England wasn't as bad , but one thing had changed her mind on a whim. Last Monday a letter had come , from home. Maman wrote quite often but she never only addressed Solène ( in fact she rarely addressed her at all). It seemed like a perfectly normal letter , but the content was far from it. Maman had this fixation with pureblood status and had always talked about finding a good pureblooded/french husband. Solène never paid much attention to her rants , but that day she wished she had been born a muggle. The letter expressed that she was to be engaged with Leopald Simonette , a french pureblooded douche. Solène had never liked him and vice versa. They could hardly look at each other without rolling their eyes.

Solène wrote her mum a letter , and let me tell you it wasn't nice. She also forwarded the letters to Leopald , who had been in bliss of his ignorance. Naturally he went berserk and started whining. Solène wanted to slap him in the face so hard he had her hand imprinted on his porcelain cheek forever. Mrs. Armande was a very head strong woman , determined to arrange the marriage. She wasn't afraid to play down right dirty so she offered Solène an offer she couldn't refuse. If she accepted to marry Leopald , she would be able to go to art school and never be bothered again. There was a thing called divorce right? She could just divorce him after art school. Solène was driven , and nothing was going to stand in her way ... not even a wedding or a pale-faced douche.

The next week had been exhausting , trying to come up with a plan to tell Leopald that maybe it was a good idea to get married. Her lungs were turning to charcoal for all the cigarettes she had consumed , she had barely slept and her anxiety attacks were getting worse. To say the least...she was a walking mess. Solène decided to tell him that they should meet and discuss their situation in person , but she didn't realize how nervous she was going to be. Her black heels clacked on the empty halls of the towers , she paced around endlessly with a cigarette glued to her mouth. In her mind she wondered if this was a good idea. She wondered if it was worth going through all of this just to go to art school. Leopald was late...or she was early. Her hair was a mess and she could hardly remember what month it was , let alone what day or time. Maybe she had messed up her dates...what if he didn't show up? Her breath quickened. This was no time to be getting an anxious break down. She bit the inside of her cheeks and decided to wait five more minutes.

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