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selene o. greengrass

22 YEARS OLD. THE SILENCE. LOOKS LIKE GABRIELLA WILDE.

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I was born into a family of prestige and power. Greengrass – one of the sacred twenty-eight pureblooded families. Ours was a great tree with many twisted and tangled branches that held true to the blood line. Its roots were deep and strong, but any seedlings that saw fit to betray those roots – the blood traitors – were wiped clear and forgotten. It was of utmost importance that the blood be kept clean and pure.



The significance of our blood lineage was a lesson that my brother, Ramsay, and I learned at a very young age. We would sit in the library in the early morning with Father before he left for work, our tiny feet dangling high above Parisian carpets that Mother so adored. I was just learning how to read, so I followed along the best I could as Ramsay recited the histories of the wizarding world from the literature of our ancestors.



Then the tutor would arrive as Father floo’ed to the Ministry. Mr. Alphonse Christoph was ancient. The only hair he had left appeared to sprout from his ears, and his method of teaching was as dried up and outdated as he looked. Arithmancy and Ancient Runes were among his favorite subjects, but Defense Against the Dark Arts was his precise area of expertise. The latter being a subject that the Ramsay and I dreaded the least.

The tattered old hat shouted out ‘Slytherin’ just as it touched the golden hair upon my head. I can’t say that I expected any different, but I was slightly irritated that it hadn’t even taken the time to sort through my mind as it had the others before me. None the less, the table donned in emerald and silver erupted into cheers as soon as the first syllable left its frayed seams that served as a mouth.



Mother and Father were quite pleased with my placement, but my brother seemed annoyed about it. He said he didn’t want his dopey little sister following him around and pestering him. So naturally I had to do just that. And I’m fairly certain that Ramsay wanted to hex me into oblivion by the end of my first year.



The noble house of Slytherin did suit me well. I was, indeed, cunning and had a penchant for pushing the boundaries as far as any rules were concerned. My group friends and I seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble, but it was all in good fun, of course. We were too young to fully understand the burden of our heritage, but, at that time, and we thought we were invincible.

I detested the dungeons. They were dark and clung to the scent of rotten mildew, in my most humble of opinions. It was also the only good reason I had to blame for my dreadful marks in Potions, a subject for which I had absolutely no natural talent in. It simply had to be the dreariness of the dungeons that caused my mind to wander during that particular class.



I much preferred the library to the Slytherin commons or even the dormitories in general. It was a quiet place to escape to without the threat of the aimless gossip and chatter that my girl friends were constantly yattering on about. That changed around my fourth year, however, when I became more preoccupied with boys rather than books and school work.





I graduated with agreeable marks at the end of my seventh year at Hogwarts. And just as soon as I was out the doors of the school, Father whisked me away to begin working under him at the Ministry of Magic until it came time to become a full-fledged employee. It had been long since been decided that this would be my path; I would be integrated into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and would then work my way up to being a part of the Wizengamont.



This was the great responsibility that came with the name Greengrass. I was to obediently do as I was told or suffer the consequences. Naturally, I sought out a loophole. I quite liked the Ministry, but I had absolutely no interest in the enforcement of magical laws. I decided to set my sights on becoming a member of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.



I politely introduced myself to a majority of the high officers of the department and gained a good standing with them while subtly expressing my interest in their field. I was determined to mingle and schmooze and kiss as much ass as necessary to get any sort of job offer before my father decided I’d had enough training with him. Lo and behold, my efforts paid off.





My position within the Ministry requires a certain amount of discretion as to where my loyalties truly lie. For all intents and purposes, I am a neutral party. No amount of pestering about my family or my blood status will change my answer. It is what is required for my job.



Mother and Father are accepting of my stance, though they are under the impression that if and when the time comes, I’ll be quick to join the righteous side of the battle. In all honesty, I just want to have my own opinion for once in my life. And I finally feel that I’ve gained some sort of control, which is all I’ve ever wanted for myself. I’ll let my parents continue to believe that they have firm grip on me, but the truth is that I’m going to do what I want regardless of their influence.

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