Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Kurumi giggled. Yep, nothing unbelievable about it. Although, if you would have asked her back when she was eleven years old she would have had an entirely different outlook on the situation. Walking around with a bottle of black spray paint jingling around in her bag had been a constant reminder that she was different from everyone else. A freak and a monster as some called her. At least now, in the wizarding world, Hogwarts, and more importantly in the eyes of Treyen those she was close to she wasn’t seen that way. Slowly but surely, she was coming out of her spray paint shell, so to speak.

And at least he had played along with her feeble attempt at humor. Although, her oldest brother did have a rather large red streak in his hair, so it being black wasn’t entirely true.

“Do you think it is because Potions is always in the dungeons?” she asked looking at the picture of scary man. “It is always so dark and scary, so Potioneers become rather frightening by extension.” Merlin knew that Dragon Lady clearly had a grudge against the world – especially when it came to Gryffindors.

“You’re welcome,” she chirped. This time she did notice that he was blushing a bit and felt oddly proud that she had been the one to accomplish this feat. She swore that she had read somewhere that Lockharts were not ones to blush easily. She should earn house points for this. It was probably harder than Potions homework.

“It seems like it,” she nodded. “Although, father seemed to be rather upset when this other man began going on and on about the band. Perhaps father is a bit shy about his younger years?” That was possible, until she reminded herself of the title she had just seen moments earlier.

Kurumi noticed when the Yearbook Head came walking into the library, humming a VERY familiar tune. Where had she heard it before? His version seemed a bit upbeat from the one that she knew, but the rhythm was the same. She snorted when she put two and two together. It was the lullaby that her father had often sung to her to put her to sleep. Well, the chorus at least.

Staring at the older boy with her mouth hanging open wide enough for a kneazle to prance his way through, she shook her head when she heard Treyen speak to her again. “Whaa…oh, um…she said that there was an attack involving his family,” she explained flicking her eyes down at the paper as she skimmed the description. “Said to have found the body of Charles Gaunt in Gaunt family home, it was deducted that the use of all three Unforgivable Curses had been used.” Kurumi paused for a moment, flicking her violet gaze at Treyen. “When Aurors arrived on site, it was already too late. The family was taken to Azkaban and the last words uttered by Mr. Gaunt senior are quoted as being ‘That’ll teach you to dirty the noblest of bloodlines.’ There was no official statement as to what he was referring to, however, another wand was discovered at the scene that had performed the Cruciatus Curse, but had not been used on the late singer.”

Kurumi’s eyes widened and she gripped the arm of the chair.