Je T'aime Ala Folie?

Cosmic love existed above the sky. Like human flesh was stardust and you could see cresent moons in your lovers eyes. How supernovas errupted on your first kiss and how it always seemed to be twilight when your lover left. You needed a deep soul to realise, but you also needed a little bit of an innocent. Someone like Astoria anyway.

The girl had recently dyed her signature regal platinum blonde hair a coppery red; her first signs of rebellion. The girl had overheard a conversation on her future; more known as her betrothal, something she wasn't keen on. It was said that a platinum blonde like Astoria would fit another platinum blonde; someone the girl didn't quite like.

Out of spite, she had bought a magic dye during April, and much to her sisters horror, autumn curls coiled around her pallid neck and well.... to be honest; she thought it was damn rad. Astoria sat mermaid positioned on the grass, her feet tucked under her skirt, bare dainty feet curled amongst the professionaly trimmed grass. She didn't know if a lot of people practised around dusk, for the sun was beginning to set but alas, Tori did enjoy her times sleeping on the field, watching the stars overhead.

It was a nice night. Dusk was upon them and the weather was pretty warm. The stars were out and there weren't many brooms in the sky at this hour. So Rebecca decided she wanted to go down and practice flying in the beautiful sky. It was the perfect time. People who watched her saw her flying amongst the stars and it almost felt surreal.

So Rebecca got her Quidditch robes on and went down to the Quidditch field with her broom in hand. She looked up at the sky and smiled softly. Not many students saw Rebecca smile this year. She'd be getting her dark mark soon and so she was trying to forget any happy memories that could get her killed or any of her friends killed.

As Rebecca got to the pitch she noticed Astoria and smirked and walked towards her. "Hey Tori," she said to her younger classmate.

Humming to herself, the girl absently picked at a scab on her knee. She had been getting hurt a lot, lately. Maybe it was her increased clumsiness as she aged, but the girl knew that she better watch out, for each wound left an ugly scar which the girl 'knew' wouldn't be 'presentable and elegant' for her 'future husband.'

As she sat there, the girl realised how predictable her life was. She was to marry, to give birth to ettiquite and pure children and die an old rich lady with her equally rich and pure husband. The girl primarily thought her life as 'nothing but pure' and well in a way it was. With a bloodline like hers, why deny it?

Letting out a sigh, the girl blew a coil of hair away from her eyes. A few students flew overhead, throwing remarks at the slytherin sprawled out on the grass. The usually polite girl threw back a sarcastic smile as well as her middle finger, slightly fed up with the amount of shit given to the purebloods. Something was up, she knew it.

Her name had been called out next to her, and Astoria glanced up, greeted by the face of Rebecca Mulciber. She smiled slightly, wondering if the older girl had come out to practise. "hello, Becca." The girl nodded.

Rebecca was different than most of the Slytherins. For one she was to be a Death Eater like her family had been. And two she was in love with a mudblood and that wouldn't go down well in anyone following the Dark Lord's path. She would be ridiculed, tortured, or killed. She wasn't exactly sure which one people would choose if they found out.

That year was different. She'd tried to lock away her memories, but as soon as she saw him they all came swinging back. She looked up at the stars thinking as she sat next to Astoria. "How was your summer?" she asked the younger girl as she put her broom down beside her and faced her house mate.