the villain in your twisted fantasy

Even if the argument between her parents and her had become fruitless, it had been decided that Anastasia Gia Marie Telsa, was going to marry William Ezra Morrison. Obviously, it was against her will.

She had lost Lena along the summer as well. This didn't help her impending feelings of her fifth year going down the toilet.

It's going to be a terrible year, she concluded mentally.

The Hrabrost sat alone in one of the empty cabins, quite pleased that she was able to savor a few moments to herself before she'd have to go back and worry about things. Anya needed a way to get out of this... horrible arrangement and she needed to do it fast.

With her head leaning back onto her seat, she allowed the calming sound of the waves outside lull her her to sleep.

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Her last cabin, got interrupted with a group of girls who didn't even ask if they could come in. To say she was annoyed would be an underestimate.

Looking for a empty cabin, Alannah saw that everyone of them was filled by a group of people, or a single person. Alannah was tempted to kick a first year out of a cabin, but that girl was of pure blood heritage (she recognized him from some balls, and he was decent.

Stopping at a cabin, Alannah saw a girl in there, but didn't see her face. Deciding, she should be in a cabin with the less amount of people, Alannah knocked on the door.

"Mind if I come in?" Alannah asked, her tone emotionless.

Jumping at the sudden sound, Anya's head snapped back and faced towards the newcomer. The blonde in front of her was familiar as she had seen her plenty of times before at her parent's events and other places that were pure blood events.

Anya didn't scowl, however.

She kept her composure as her back straightened and her eyes voided from emotions.

"I suppose you can," she replied with the same emotionless tone.

Frowning slightly, Alannah knew who this girl was. She was the black sheep of the Tesla family. If Alannah was part of that family, she would have begged her parents to disown her.

Tempted to just walk away, the younger girl just stood there for a few moments. She stared at the girl, scowling a little.

"Your Anastasia Tesla," Alannah spoke, her voice rang out. "The black sheep. The.... blood traitor." The girl said the word, as if it was a curse.

Anya didn't hold back her loud growl or her snarl at the mention of what she was in the society. She didn't like it. How was it that people still judged others because of it? Muggles weren't horrible people, sure some of them were - like that piece of nothing that had hurt her friend Lora - but they shouldn't all be judged.

"And you're Alannah," she spat out as her fists clenched slightly, trying her best to control her anger. "The bitch that listens to her father's every word."

It was out of character her but lately, Anya was angry at everything and at anyone. Her anger was ever present, no matter how much she tried her best to get rid of it.

"Or am I wrong?"

Not flinching at the growl and snarl, Alannah sat across from her. Alannah observed her with distaste, as she wondered how this girl was still alive.

Holding back her temper, Alannah raised an eyebrow. "I do what he says, because he knows better. After all, age expresses wisdom doesn't it?"

Flattening out her expensive robes, Alannah frowned delicately. "Why aren't you with your friends... the Seven Devils, is the correct name I presume?"