It had been three years since Pavlina had announced her engagement and was subsequently cast aside. The news struck controversy among the broken family, and not only that, but her wanting to become an Auror, too? It was considered a disgrace to the Stavrou lineage.
Phaedra's parents spoke so much about the importance of blood status and family bonds, yet were so quick to disown their eldest daughter all because of who she loved. Phaedra's parents were hypocrites and she hated them for it, but she hated Pavlina too - all she had to do was fall in line and marry one of the pure-blood men their parents wanted, and their family could be normal again. Instead, she found some muggle-born man far more important than any of them. That was always Pavlina's style; fight for love and everything that's right. Phaedra couldn't say she was surprised it turned out the way it did, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Despite their differences, her big sister was her role-model and greatest friend. Without her, Phaedra felt robbed and bitter.
Phaedra rushed into the library, her brown bag bouncing against her side with every determined step. The Ravenclaw was hit with the smell of dusty old books, and she couldn't help but let out a content exhale. The library was her favorite place in the castle. Thousands upon thousands of books each with a different story to tell made for a great distraction from her problems, and burying her face in one gave her the illusion that she was significantly less lonely than she truly was. She turned sharply for the "Reference" section, pulling her bag over her head and dropping it onto the floor as she went.
Too short for the taller rows, she settled on starting at the very bottom to make her way up as much as her height would allow. Her dark eyes scanned over tattered spines for anything related to the Ministry or its Auror Department.
Ever since her sister had been disowned, any attempt of contact with her was met with opposition. Strict curfews, intercepted letters, festivities and parties without invitations extended to her sister and new brother-in-law, and other repulsive tactics were commonplace after the incident. Something even worse, however, was the sudden change in her parents. Phaedra briefly recalled back to one traumatic moment, when she was dragged out of her bedroom to labor away for hours on their grand piano, with any wrong notes or rhythms being met with yelling and a stinging swat to her fingers. Her mum must've thought that if they lost the first girl, they would have to prevent the second one from following suit by any means necessary.
Reliving the memory, she let out a choked sob, only to realize it was the library and she could be heard. Biting her lip, she lifted an arm to wipe away those stubborn tears and took a deep breath - she was far away from her parents, in Scotland now. She could owl whoever she damn well pleased, and today was the day. She would just have to find her sister's residence. Problem was, three years without contact, Pavlina could be anywhere in Britain. She wiped the back of her wet hand on her skirt and bent back down to continue searching.
After the water in her eyes cleared, the girl saw the first book to catch her eye, titled Modern Auror History. Phaedra grabbed it, and turned to lean her back against the shelf.
Her sister was married and an Auror-in-training now - that much Phaedra knew. Maybe she could find her sister mentioned somewhere in the book, and with a new surname from marriage, she could discover Pavlina's new residence, or even who she worked under. It's worth a shot, she thought, eagerly opening the red book to its first page.
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STA: 8, STR: 2, AGL: 10, CTL: 15
STA: 8, STR: 2, AGL: 10, CTL: 15