Who: Ava and Salazar Slytherin What: Talking Where: Into the woods? When: Wednesday evening.
Ava had a lot of things on her mind. It had been an honest relief when the moon came and went with nothing but an increase in restlessness. She’d been lucky in that sense, that Frankie had got her to come out with him the afternoon of--shooting the arrows, and simply physically exerting herself had made her feel a little more calmer than the others when it came down to it. Of course, her encounter with Frankie left her with more than a few questions of her own.
But Merope left her no time to think on them. Merope was of her blood, but the two could not be more different. And in that way, knowing their relation and the older girls history, Ava felt a compulsion to protect her. She armed the girl with a blade, and they would begin training her with more complex things soon. Plus, Ava was going to take time to help her with her magic too. But she felt her blood boil when she thought of the men who had raised Merope, and how they were a simple disgrace to their line.
And more than that, she thought of how, like Merope, she’d grown up with her Father and elder brother to guide her and thought more than ever before how lucky she’d been that they loved her, and that they did what they could not only to protect her, but show her how to protect herself. Seeing her father, she was quick to hug him, thankful for his ever constant presence.
Ava mounted a horse, one of her favorites in the stables, and sighed slightly. “Have you spoken to her? I fear if her family shows up, I’ll kill them myself.”