` escaping chaos ( Jake M. )

[Olivia Stella Lestrange]

Olivia was inevitably stuck in the middle. She was totally bored after dinner, and had a given amount of time to use resourcefully to do whatever she felt she needed before Head Girl duty. There were numerous things that could be accomplished, but Olivia felt up to none of the unfinished tasks. Well, homework was done, so there was no point in revising it until morning, when she could stress about it more, and rush around for answers. She loved the adrenaline rush of that, when she could sweep by a loving guy friend and use her charm to get the explanation she desired. Charcoal robes were flung on the bed. She kept the main parts of the uniform on her - the blouse, tie, skirt, socks and shoes. The emerald went well with her fair complexion and dark, raven black long hair. The Head Girl badge gleamed brightly on the left side of her chest, showing she meant business getting someone in trouble. She strolled down to the Common Room from her dormitory room with ease, a brisk pace leading her to the emerald and silver walls before her. The fire was lit, and students were doing various things around her in the Common Room. She spotted a couple of Third Years playing Wizard's Chess, one beating the other with shouts of triumph and victory. Fifth Years were busy on their Charms homework, and a couple of Sixth Years were snogging in a corner. Grasped tightly in one hand, Olivia held a book. A rather large book, actually, that took a lot of strength to hold in one hand. Hogwarts: A History. It was the newly revised version, including a vast chapter on her father, Rodolphus, along with others, being sentenced to Azkaban for having committed seriously offensive crimes. Her father was a criminal and her mother an insane Veela locked up in a mental asylum. She was the poster child for trouble, and thus far, Olivia had tried to keep her nose out of trouble, and into its proper place. She was not going to end up like either of her parents. She valued her father as an important figure and wanted to carry on the pureblood tradition, but not go through the horrors her father had.

She was going to exit the chaos this room contained. On her way out, Olivia pulled out her wand with her free hand, and a small nonverbal spell caused the snogging couple to blast apart, looking flustered and annoyed. The things Olivia forced herself to do to get students to behave. Shaking her head and scoffing, Olivia left the room, large book weighing down her arm as she clasped it tightly to her with one arm. The portrait hold swung open, and a chill raised in her spine as she entered the cold, dark corridors. The green torches that lit the hallway were no help to the eerie demeanor that was the Dungeons. She had grown used to it over the many years of her education. Walking calmly through the corridor, her face was illuminated by a thick green light, and before she knew it, warmth invaded her being as she stepped up the stairs onto the first floor. She passed by students, muttering quick hellos as she ascended onto the first floor marble ground. The clacking of her shoes against the marble could be heard echoing off of the stone walls, off of the grand pillars that helped structure Hogwarts. She paid no attention as she began to ascend the Grand Staircase. With all of its twists and turns, one would believe that getting lost would not be a problem. And it turned out not to be. When Olivia was attempting to reach to the stairs that led up to the fourth floor and beyond, she'd been caught on a staircase that moved and led her to the third floor corridor, causing her to emit a groan worthy of being uttered when a long assignment was to be due the next day. Olivia was frustrated. Why couldn't the stairs just remain solitary while she climbed up? It irked her to an utmost level, because she was attempting to find serene peace through the extreme chaos that was Hogwarts. She had set her mind to finding that destination and immersing herself within it, but getting there was the journey she'd have to overcome. Olivia was usually alright with adventures and venturing around the castle - it was part of her duty as a Head Girl of Hogwarts. But right then, when she longed to be alone and just read about the truth and lies printed about her and her family - and the history behind it, that was when a long, tiresome adventure awaited her. It would be one heck of a task getting back on the right stairs and going to the correct level before climbing up another set of stairs that would lead her to her target.

Turning back around, Olivia descended the steps that she'd taken to get to the block that she was at then, and waited for her staircase to connect to the one she wanted to get on. The familiar shaking feeling alerted Olivia with the knowledge that she was going to be getting to her place soon. Finally, the staircases connected, and Olivia was up before you could say Hippogriff. She bounded up and up until she reached the Seventh Floor, at which a sigh escaped her petal colored lips. she swiped hair out of her face, and while looking about for anyone else nearby, headed for the place she desired so much. The Room of Requirement. The room she'd known about for years, having read about it in one of her father's letters. Pacing back in forth in thought was no big deal; Olivia had already thought about where she'd imagined herself to be at a time like now. Closing her eyes, a slight rustling sound, like a door shaking in argument, caused her to open her crystal blue eyes in wonder. It was a room unknown to some, but Olivia had found it without much worry, due to her father's descriptive instructions. Running a pale, slender hand through her long, raven black hair, Olivia headed into the room that awaited her presence, her comfort. She was inside in a flash, closing the door behind her only after peeking to make sure nobody was following her. She never knew whether someone was trying to follow her; she had learned to be cautious from her past. But it could be a simple 'get out' that would suffice to make a person leave. Plopping herself down, she took a look around her. She'd arranged the room in her mind, and all it took was a thought to change the room from its standard definition into what she wanted it to be. Thank the heavens for magic.

The room was a lit by candles, floating high above her, as if by invisible string. To the average wizard, it was the knowledge that it was magic that derived them from freaking out about floating candles. There were bookshelves, and comfortable chairs, right by a table filled with assortments of food. Olivia had not eaten much at the dinner; finding herself too immersed in conversation with friends, and then having to deal with a First Year who ran off crying after a Hufflepuff kid talked about him right to his face about his family and how stupid, insignificant, etc that they were. Honestly, could the other Houses not leave the Slytherins alone, especially after all of the years? Slytherins were seriously misunderstood, made categorized by a biased group of individuals to begin with who had no idea what the Slytherin clan was actually like. Did they know who the Slytherins were at all? Hardly. Olivia was sitting now on a couch, her muscles no longer tensed but relaxed, in a normal state. The soft scent of vanilla, her favourite scent, lingered subtly. She ate a green grape, her preferred kind, and opened the new book that had already been halfway read. Olivia had bookmarked it was one of her favourite letters from her father, one that had gone into description about him and his life at Hogwarts, as well as a few hidden secrets about it. Olivia was sure to catch any perpetrators now. She fingered the old, slightly tattered parchment that was the letter, and then wedged it into the front of her book, and began to read the book Olivia was not yet sure how to judge.

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tagged; jake malfoy !
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music; kings of leon

[jake]

Detention was something that only teachers that didn't favor slytherins, would give to slytherins. Annoying the muggle studies professor with a million questions that pointed out why muggle inventions were useless compared to the great wonders the wizards could do. Question after question caused the professor to turn red in the face and request to see Jake after class. Had this been perhaps someone that resembled professor snape then maybe just maybe they would have been amused by the questions. After all, all slytherin professors never said anything about their slytherin students. Slytherin students really got away with a lot during their classes with any of the teachers, who favored slytherins. This being one of the many times that he had stepped out of line in a class, Jake had walked away from the professor which resulted in the professor hurrying after him, only to tell him that he would serve detention later that evening right after dinner. Oh how he hated professors at times, well he had respect for some of them, while the others were just clueless. If his father hadn't messed up by becoming a death eater then turning to being on the neutral side then perhaps he would've been a professor by now. Jake knew that his father had considered coming back to the castle to teach, but had never followed through with it as everyone knew his past. Everyone knew about him just about as well as they knew about Harry Potter. Potter, had it not been for him then perhaps things would've been different. They would be able to learn about dark arts rather than muggle studies. Why was Jake even involved in muggle studies? His mother had insisted for him to take it, perhaps to learn more about the ways that muggles did things since muggleborns and halfbloods were becoming so common in the wizarding world. She had insisted on it so badly that he just took the class to get her to leave him alone. His best guess was that she was hoping that he wouldn't go down the route that they both did considering what had been the final result. The Malfoys were not as respected as they once were and well, the time when Voldemort was around, was gone. Everyone seemed to live in peace and get along quite well. It had been that way for a while, but slowly, there would be a new rise of power. Peace was something that never lasted. When peace was destroyed, all that people could count on were their families for help. The Potters had learned that quite well when Peter Pettigrew betrayed Lily and James Potter to the dark lord. Oh yes, Jake knew that story quite well and wished he didn't always have to hear about the famous Potters, Longbottoms, or Weasleys. He showed hate towards all of them maybe hate that stemmed from jealousy though he would never admit it. Jealousy that they were respected and always talked about, while if someone brought up the Malfoys then surely one person was going to say something bad.

Having finished his dinner, he headed up to the seventh floor to get away from view from other students. He would not head to his detention since he found it utterly ridiculous to be given detention when all he had done was prove that he was right, while the professor was wrong. Luckily, one of the professors that favored slytherin, would get him out of making up the detention. Most people were heading to the common room to enjoy themselves, but Jake had made it his purpose to stay out of sight until after hours because for all he knew, the head of house could begin to look for him and end up finding him in the common room. Another reason would be that he was always a loner, sticking to have a few friends like his father. Jake wanted recognition through the mention of the name 'Malfoy', but never did he want too many close friends. He didn't want relationships that would cause him to end up like his grandparents. That was why he didn't even date any girls. Sure, he had his few times where he would like a girl, but never bothered with her. Girls were a waste of time for him especially when it came to a relationship. They would gossip with their friends and then it would turn into rumors then soon a breakup which would result in a heartache for either of the two. Jake didn't need that at all since he was more concerned about restoring some kind of pride to the name 'Malfoy'.

Reaching the seventh floor, he looked for the room that his father had told him about. A room that he used from time to time to get away from people and practice potion making. It seemed like a nerdy thing to do, to practice spells or potion making, but it helped further his knowledge as a wizard and gave him something worth doing with his time unlike the people, who wasted their time watching quidditch. His footsteps slowed as he walked towards the spot where the door usually appeared to the room of requirement. His father had known perhaps better than anyone else, how the room worked. It would adjust to someones needs which was technically where it gained its name from. He had heard that the former dumbledore's army had used it as a safe haven during the year that Severus Snape was headmaster and that it apparently created a bathroom. Whenever he used it, it would appear with several books, potion objects, and other numerous things that perhaps someone could find in a library. Jake never cared much for reading unless it was instructions for a potion or a spell conjuration. His blue eyes searched the wall, hoping for a sign of the door as he thought of a place that he wanted to be. A place that was anywhere, but the slytherin common room. The door appeared before his eyes after looking for it, the giant oak door appeared right out of the wall as if it had always been there, available to anyone. The truth was that it was only available to those that knew of its existence.

Jake pushed the door open and walked inside, not paying much attention to the detail of the room at first. He closed the door behind him then turned which was when he looked at the room. It was something that he had never seen before in the room of requirement. It was common knowledge that had this been what Jake had wanted it to be, it would've been his usual room of potions and spell books. Taking his wand out as he had no idea just yet, who was in the room, he walked forward in the room. Slowly he was approaching a couch and was wondering why there was a couch in the room. In fact it resembled a common room to him quite a bit. It wasn't anywhere as eerie as the slytherin common room, but it just looked like one with the couch. A smell was lingering in the room as well, it smelled similar to perhaps vanilla. Taking a few steps closer, he noticed a figure sitting on the couch. She was eating a green grape and reading a book. Finishing the few steps that he had to take in order to get to the couch, he put his wand away in the pocket of his robes. Olivia Lestrange was the girl sitting on the couch, someone that he had known since before they started at Hogwarts. She was a girl that he would annoy at times about her father, but other than that he considered her a friend rather than a foe. Whenever being bothered by someone else, it was always good to have a Lestrange on your side. Or so his grandmother always said. Jake said,"Hey Olivia.." She was head girl for slytherin and probably was attempting to escape those duties for a little bit. He was quite glad to not have ended up as a prefect since it involved babysitting other students which was something that he would probably manipulate. Already he manipulated his way into peoples' minds with legilimens. Perhaps if he read her mind, he would know why she had came to the room, but he wasn't going to do that. Since they considered each other friends, he was sure that she would tell him why she was in the room exactly.

[Olivia Stella Lestrange]

For some reason, Olivia found it horrendously difficult to read at the current time, so she pulled her letter from her father from the front of the book and began to read it. The parchment was aged and the ink had faded only so slightly, but Olivia read it as she had her first time as an eleven year-old. It did bring back the memory of how she'd been when she'd first read the letter. An eleven year-old female about to hit puberty, with long raven black hair and blue eyes she used to her advantage, to get her way. Her nanny had named her a Veela, but she'd had no clue as to what that meant. She was going through an awkward stage of being able to do things a normal person could not. She had just been accepted to a school for people not exactly normal either. her father had written an extensive letter about Hogwarts, the passages and tunnels through it, and certain tips to pass her First Year well. Slytherin was a huge deal to him, and to her, it meant everything. She could only imagine what this Slytherin would be like, and so far, Olivia realized, it had reached par, and even risen above at times. Her eyes moved back and forth in the rhythm at which Olivia read, and before long, her slender, pale fingers were turning the page to finish the remainder of the letter, written in Rodolphus Lestrange's scrawl. Her father could be a messy writer at times, but she understood it. Then realizing that she had not paid a visit to her father in some time, and should do so before he thought she'd forgotten about him. Olivia changed back to the book she had been reading before, finding a new inspiration to read it that had not been there previously. She became so immersed in it that she hardly noticed when someone else entered the Room of Requirement, joining her atmosphere.

She then plucked a piece of honeydew melon from the pile of fruits, and ate it. The oddly sweet fruit surprised her taste buds, but she ate it nevertheless, without more than a glance at the fruit platter to decide upon her next fruit victim. The chapter she was on included her and her half siblings, because there was a segment on the Lestrange and Black family. There was also a picture of Rodolphus picking up a young Olivia, her dark brown, almost black hair trailing in a wave behind her as she giggled. of course the picture made no sounds, but it was enough to suffice for Olivia. She found a bit of joy through the exposure she felt by being mentioned in the book, with a picture included. How could they expose her to the entire world? Everyone probably knew her as the new Death Eater to be. Great, just what she needed. Yet, the picture made her think of her father, who she missed so dearly. He was gone, as was her mother, but she could do nothing about it nor could she complain about it at that moment. She was surrounded by the pleasant smell of various fruits wafting together with the present vanilla around her, and she was in a place she liked to preferably call her safe haven. It felt safe, at least, until she felt the presence of another being in the room, immediately disrupting her from her thoughts and her time alone. Could she not even get a moment to herself without being bombarded by other people? It was getting ridiculous. She fingered the wand as she pulled it from her pocket, knowing that wasn't the best place to stash it. But, she had it now, and if anyone had the lack of brains to trying and attack her, then they had another thing coming to them. Out of the corner of her eye, she could begin to profile the figure coming toward her, wand aloft. She pretended to busy herself with closing her book, hearing the spine of it groan under the pressure of so many pages and not enough support nor strength. Olivia made a mental note to magically re-enforce it when she had some spare time alone for once. She set the book on the table, and ate a piece of strawberry before turning to see who she would be facing.

Jake Malfoy. A boy a bit younger than her, but nevertheless someone alright to have around (if he wasn't agitating her with questions about her family - the kid was always knowledge hungry). She noticed that he'd pocketed his wand, feeling that Olivia wasn't a threat to him right then, and Olivia placed her wand on the table beside her book. She often got along with the Malfoy family, especially since they'd always been close with the Lestrange family, and the Zabinis. All three and the other pureblooded families stuck together, like a secret society that could not be beat by many others. Olivia had the knowledge that she could be easily perceived as a big threat, and that made her feel more safe, yet always seen as a suspicious person. It didn't bother her much; a lot of people did not mess with her and that was how Olivia preferred it. So people were afraid of her because of her family. She could deal with that. "Hey Jake. I was just reading about the family history. Want a fruit?" She though it only simply polite to ask him about the fruit, so that he didn't feel tempted but forbidden from it. She was actually kind of surprised to see him sitting across from her; she'd heard about his little scene that he had caused earlier, and would have thought Jake to still be in detention. Perhaps he got out early, but she had to ask just to be sure. "Shouldn't you be in detention? I heard about the scene you had started earlier. Or did you manage to scheme your way out of it again?" Olivia questioned slyly, pulling off a legendary smirk and resting comfortably on the couch, her head held up by her hand as she rested her elbow on the arm of the couch. She was curious for information, so it was her turn to inquire Jack for once.