"How in the name of the darkness armies did a Weasley manage to marry a Black?"
Alexandra's was really sincere. Before the shattering event which saw her 'supposed godfather' being Sirius Black sorted in Gryffindor, House Black had always been one of the informal Slytherin 'dynasties' of the Wizarding World. The Weasleys on the other hand were known for their staunch refusal to honour the ancestral customs and the pitiful state of their finances. That the latter were due to the high number of children they had at each generation was of no importance. The Weasleys and the Blacks had been at the extreme opposite of the social rankings in wizarding society for centuries. Thanks to the friendship between Leo Black and Ronald Weasley and the relative fall from grace of House Black in the 1980s, the two Houses were closer than ever now. It did not mean a marriage between these two worlds would not have been the equivalent of an earthquake in politics.
"The normal way. You know a man and a woman walked to the altar, say the vows..."
The two Gryffindors and the raven-haired girl rolled their eyes at the pure-blood Heiress. Who made a pout of disappointment before consenting to explain.
"Fine. Major scandal. Cedrella Black was formally expulsed from House Black mere hours after the marriage."
Then a lone whisper that Lavender Brown the Gossip Queen would have been hard-pressed to beat.
"There are interesting rumours Cedrella chose to marry the red-head because the alternative was a contract with a very repulsing Lestrange."
Silence came into the improvised studying room. Despite being all guests of the dark fortress named Azkaban, the Lestrange name still carried with him years of atrocities and slaughters.
Alexandra's most recent friend had not stopped searching for more enticing news.
"Has Lady Cassiopeia told who was going to have her fortune?"
"Morag. The woman was living in a manor dirty and ready to be demolished." The twelve-year old emitted a pompous smirk. "I was really surprised to not find any rats, by the way."
"Are you sure? There were rumours Lady Black made a fortune in blackmail and barely legal trade operations..."
Alexandra opened her hands in sign of ignorance.
"It's not like I've been named her confident...but thanks for the confirmation Lady Black is not a good person and never will be. Fortunately, she will soon be dead and we will all sleep better, me included." The green-eyed girl said in a pleased voice.
"It would be so much better however, if the Gryffindor-Slytherin war had not resumed thanks to her." Grumbled Nigel.
Both Ravenclaws and Hermione winced. The news of the humiliating 'poisoning' Lady Cassiopeia Black had engineered at Black Cobra Manor had been known to everyone in school by Thursday, and the result had not been pretty.
Whether the old woman had just wanted to play a nasty prank or no on unsuspecting children didn't matter. Neville Longbottom was the Heir Presumptive of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Longbottom, and would become the Lord of his House as soon as he became of age. There was no higher level of nobility, and treating an invitee like this was literally spitting on most wizarding traditions.
Coming back to Hogwarts, the Boy-Who-Lived had stormed through the Gryffindor dorms and roused the anger of the Lions in a vibrant speech where "slimy snakes" and "Dark Wizards who love to poison people" were coming back a lot according to Hermione and Nigel. House Gryffindor had already been feeling lately their peer's pressure: the Slytherin Quidditch team was booking the pitch as many times as they could to exhibit the prowess of their new Nimbus 2001. This last incident had been the last straw to make the anger explosion unavoidable. That Draco Malfoy had been involved too in the mad Black's dark joke had never been taken into consideration.
On Friday morning, all the Slytherins eating calmly their breakfast had suddenly began to vomit, farting or covering themselves in boils and buttons. Some of the unluckiest ones had been recovered with a sort of yellow mucus which seemed impossible to remove magically. To make the prank more provocative, a large red banner was unrolled on a wall, asking if "House Slytherin enjoyed this meal worthy of House Black". If the eyes of the Slytherin students could have launched deadly spells at that moment, all the Gryffindors would have perished where they stood.
Too predictably, Draco Malfoy had led twenty-plus Slytherin the same evening on the seventh floor, and ambushed several first-years Gryffindors, bringing them down by surprise under a massive magical barrage. The issue was that their planning had been a little bit too hasty and unprepared, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas being not far from the site of attack and rushing to the rescue. At two against twenty, the affair should have been one sided, but there had been no Slytherin over third-year in the group, while Finnigan was famous for unleashing explosions from his wand. When the professors had arrived, Draco Malfoy and his accomplices were long since gone, with Finnigan and Thomas having to be brought down to the infirmary... but Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson and five other first-years had been admitted to the Hospital Wing with quite severe burns and jinxes on their skins.
One should think that after such a fight in the corridors, a misdemeanour absolutely prohibited by Hogwarts own rules, the teaching staff would have shown a bit of eagerness in defusing the situation before things went too far. If one person thought like that, he was not an adult at Hogwarts, that was for sure. Neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Snape who had arrived first on the scene had showed the slightest interest in making an effective inquiry, and so Malfoy and company had escaped detention or House points loss.
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