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NOVEMBER 2022

It was unexpected for Zenevieva Novell to find herself quietly sobbing under the sheets of her Horned Serpent bed the night before the present. In the days that led up to the Monday morning, Zen recalled the moments she bumped into someone that would haunt her dreams for almost a lifetime. Bianca Riley Daniel. The Wampus girl was someone people had muttered not to get onto the bad side on, but the Novell had miraculously done something like that. She had never spoken to Bianca, never looked in her direction and always kept to herself. But when Bianca and her friends decided that the Fourth Year brunette was their next target, how do you avoid them? You simply don’t.

And so that’s how Zenevieva became unlucky, her Wizarding school experience turning from a quiet life into one filled with tears. At first, she assumed she had done something wrong – bumped into the Daniel girl one day and didn’t apologise – unlikely, Zen said sorry to almost everyone every five seconds – potentially even got into a row with one of Bianca’s friends who was in the same year as Zen herself. Also unlikely considering Zen barely spoke herself. It was hard to even approach her friends Ellie and Kaylee about something like this, knowing that half the school was most likely watching her with prying eyes, ready to tell Bianca that the brunette was indeed a snitch. So she stayed quiet instead, refusing to even speak on it.

But a night spent crying and sniffling led to a plan being drawn out mentally. Perhaps this would be the day she would stand up for herself. Even throw a punch if necessary. Oh, who was she kidding. She would probably allow anything to happen to her. Walking down the halls of the Ilvermorny school in hopes to hide out in the Courtyard for the millionth time that year, Zenevieva held a book close to her chest – one that she had read many times and used it as a form to calm her emotions. Clear her mind and process things a lot easier.

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[attr="class","next"] The fifth-year already had a name for herself among the Ilvermorny students, both newcomers and the ones that have already been here. While she was only a fifth year, many people were fearful of her wrath and the friends that she kept. Many of the older sisters were over her attitude and just knew to stay away from her when she was angry, but there were some that tried their luck. Younger students seemed not to get the message, or had and tried their luck as well—they all knew now to keep away from her, primarily when she was PMSing. One student, some half-vampire freak had gotten on her bad side the day before as the cramps started and threatened to overtake her. She had screamed, and the rest was history, now she hated the girl with a passion. At least they weren’t in the same house or year, because she could not deal with seeing her all the time.

Most of the moments she seemed to be most proud of were when she was PMSing, that was when everything started, and after that she just disliked you. Many students had met their mental demise at the hand of Bianca Riley Daniel, and there would be plenty more in her lifetime. Blame it on the way she was raised or the abuse that she felt at the hand of her step-mother, whatever you will, the brunette was a bitch and hung out with a bitch crowd.

She found herself in the Courtyard that November afternoon, her shoes padding against the stone ground and her uniform blowing in the gentle breeze. Her hair was up in a tight bun and was causing a headache to form, but she didn’t dare mess with it. It was then that she noticed the very girl that she disliked the most as of right now, a smirk grew on her face much like how the Grinch’s does in his movie, and she made her way over to the girl. “Well if it isn’t the crybaby…feeling better?” she questioned, a fake pout on her face and her tone annoying.

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NOTES why yes, yes i did just blame the start of bullying on bianca's menstral cycle!

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alarms will sound .

The young fourth year didn’t fear many things and while she was sure she didn’t fear Bianca before even meeting her, she feared what the current direction of the future under Bianca’s teasing and cruel words, even her tendency to use her hands or her wand for actions too had in store for her. Bianca, to many was known for her anger; something that Zeneveiva wasn’t aware of until she was roped in, too close and too soon. Zen couldn’t even remember what happened, or why it even happened. But she crumbled under the sight of the fifth year. And things were never the same.

The Courtyard, while filled with students – Zen was apparently still easy to pick out. Quite easily since she stood out in the crowd, back pressed against the marbling of the fountain while her book, which was finally open, rested in her lap, her fingers skimming past pages. But her quiet enjoyable finished so soon, with the words of Bianca leaving her mouth. She looked up to the voice, her eyes widening at the sight. ”F-Feeling better?” She repeated the girls words, feeling small in the place she sat in. ”W-What do you want?” Stammering wasn’t normal for the young Novell, but in this case it was simply natural.

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[attr="class","next"] Bianca was mean to everyone, that much was certain, her bullying reign had spread like wildfire once she entered Hogwarts. Slowly over the years, she made a name for herself, and once she hit her fifth year at Ilvermorny, people knew who she was and what she was capable of. Usually, she just bullied everyone and everything that crossed her path equally, but sometimes she just needed to get her anger out. She influenced people and could usually persuade Katie and Ash to follow in her footpath. She wouldn’t say she was the leader of the group of meanies at Ilvermorny, but she was probably the bitchiest of them all.

Once she laid eyes on Zenevieva Novell, the half-vampire slut, she knew that she would be easy prey. People were already rude to her for her being different, having tainted vampire blood running through her system. Hell, Bianca was even considered contaminated due to having a muggle for a family member and being only half as pure as a pureblood, but the vampire was different. She drank blood, having to sneak away to the nurse’s office here and there to take her fill, so she didn’t attack anyone. And because of it, many hated her—Bianca couldn’t care one bit, but she enjoyed watching the brunette squirm. From one of her Horned Serpent friends, she had heard that the girl had been crying the previous night, and she let it show that she knew.

‘F-Feeling better? W-What do you want?’ was all she had to say to get the brunette started. She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Wha—what was that? Sorry, couldn’t hear you over that st—st—stutter.” came to her reply with a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Why do I have to want something to talk to you Zen? I thought we were friends—a little birdy told me you had been crying all night long. Are you okay? Someone break your heart?” she asked teasingly, her pounding headache disappearing with each word that left her lips.

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Zenevieva had been in Ilvermorny since her first year, and had simply kept to herself within classes. It was strange that the bullying came out of no where, simply because of an accidental collision that could’ve been resolved with a simple apology. But with the person Bianca was and the person Zen slowly grew to fear, she knew a simple apology just wasn’t enough. In just a few short days, Zenevieva discovered that those who were picked on by the Wampus and her friends were just like the Horned Serpent herself. Reserved, usually intelligent and doesn’t seem to fight back.

Being a half-breed was usually accepted in America, or so her mother used to say before she enrolled in Ilvermorny, but even as she did so, people judged her rather silently. Though, Zen was glad that her friends didn’t judge her. Surely, they were afraid at first, but as a half-vampire the Novell was pretty useless. She had no special powers like her mother, or the ability to turn into a bat, she was just cursed with the need to feed on a small amount of human blood in the nurse’s office or in a small location away from the wizarding school. But with Bianca face to face, her smirk only growing wider and a laugh leaving her lips while she mocked Zen’s speech, her own green eyes looked to her left and her right, away from Bianca’s stare.

”Friends…” She repeated with a whisper. The two of them could never be friends. Bianca was a simple bully, gaining entertainment from the information that her followers fuelled her. But when Bianca revealed that someone had informed her of the tears she shed, the brunette looked up, eyes blown wide and rimmed with tears. ”Who…Who told you?” She questioned, ultimately revealing that it was true. Zen felt a side of herself that was willing to challenge against her bully, but as usual she resulted to her quietness, biting on her tongue that was tempted to fight back. ”I mean…Who told you…S-Such lies…?”

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[attr="class","next"] ‘Friends…’ Bianca wanted to laugh at the half-vampires face as she tried to grasp the idea of being friends with Bianca. Bianca internally wrinkled her nose at the thought; she could never be friends with the likes of her. Sure, the brunette had her tainted blood, due to the mixture of muggle and magic blood that ran through her, but Zen was filled with vampire blood—she was tainted even worse than someone like her could imagine.

And then came the scared look in her eyes as she realized what Bianca said, that someone said that she was crying and by the look in her eyes—she was right. She smirked, “Is it lies though Vieva?” she questioned with a pout on her face, putting her chin on the back of her hand as she looked at the younger girl. “Looks like you’re about to cry again…I can see the sparkle in your eyes,” she started, her eyes widening as she looked at the half-vampire. She let out a laugh that sounded like a crack of thunder. “Oh-my-God, why didn’t I think of that before?” she questioned more to herself, not revealing what had come to mind in that instant.

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FRIENDS WASN'T EXACTLY one way Zenevieva would look at her relationship with Bianca. It was nothing more than a hatred for one another. Bianca more so than Zen. The fear for the Wampus girl was stronger than her hatred. But others viewed their relationship as bully and victim, as Bianca had been cruel for reasons even Zen couldn't think of. The bravery cover the Novell attempted to pull had been ripped to shreds, seen through because of her own questioning and facial expression. Her bottom lip was pulled inside of her mouth, teeth biting away at the dead skin that remained from her previous chew - perhaps a hour ago as her mind wallowed in the world of anxiety. The nickname Bianca had given her was new...but not entirely welcomed.

Zenevieva's name had always been a mouthful, a repeated question over the years as to why she was named it; while she begged her parents to change it to something shorter. The request was always refused, along with the usual reply of 'it's unique' being the only answer. Zen's face turned into one of grimace as she watched the pout form onto Bianca's lips. Inwardly, she winced once the older girl claimed she looked like she was about to cry again, but on the outside, her face remained rather...plain. "No." She objected, knowing it was a lie. "I'm not. Nor did I cry last night." Truthfully, Zen was a sniffling mess the night before.

The laugh that filled the void in the air frightened the Novell, her own fingers lacing together so she could press her finger nails into her skin, something she did to divert her attention and anxiety elsewhere. Think of it before? Zen thought, her brows softly furrowing together. What did Bianca have up her sleeves?

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