BLACK; regulus arcturus

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Trinity sat quietly as she peered across the Great Hall from her seat at Ravenclaw table. First day lessons had concluded just a mere hour ago and here where the majority of students enjoying their first day dinner. It had amazed Trinity how everyone had appeared to be in a good mood despite the various amounts of assignments that the professors had given out today. Trinity had been given two, one and a half page essays for Potions and Transfiguration, a two page essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and a Divination chart to fill out. All of which were due by the end of the week. No doubt she would be spending a great deal of time in the library in the upcoming days. Taking note that a few of her fellow Hufflepuff peers had given her a quick glance before turning back to their conversions, Trinity sighed.

"Aren't your going to eat?" inquired a brave younger year male. Looking down upon her empty and untouched plate and goblet, Trinity gave a slight expression of disgust. The food tonight was not of interest to her. Sure there were a few items on the table that had appealed to her, but the rest made her stomach slightly nauseous. Turning her attention back to the boy, she smiled and shook her head 'no'. Watching him shrug his shoulders and tune back in to a group conversion about Quidditch, Trinity rested her head upon her hands. Across the room, she could see her younger brother picking away at his food as well. 'Seems like I'm not the only one,' she thought. Raising her goblet to her lips, she took a long sip of water. Hopefully breakfast would prove to be much more appealing in the morning.

Deciding that she could no longer stand being in the presence of her peers and their semi proper or semi disgusting eating habits, Trinity politely excused herself from the table. As she walked through the Great Hall doors, she was sure that the majority of students and professors were wondering where she was off to. Squishing her sense of curiosity to take a look back over her shoulder, Trinity made her way for the castle doors. Fresh air would certainly do her some good. After all, she had not been outside since yesterday morning. Pushing one door open, she walked over the thresh hold and onto the stone steps. A gentle breeze had greeted her like a long lost friend. Taking a deep breath, she made her way down the cobble stone steps and towards the castle grounds.

Having been at Hogwarts for no more than twenty-four hours, Trinity held a desire to re-explore her old surroundings. Kicking up loose stones as she walked along the cobble path, her hazel eyes swept left and right taking in the vicinity. As she reached the point where stone became grass, Trinity stopped briefly. Looking off to her right, she could see the school's Quidditch Pitch. Yellow, red, green, and blue columns stood out with the pride of representing one of Hogwart's four houses. Six steel goal hoops; three on each end of the pitch, shined brightly in the setting sun. Scanning her eyes slightly towards the left, the darkness of the Forbidden forest came into view. A small stone cabin; home to the Gamekeeper, Rebus Hagrid lingered just outside the entrance of the dangerous forest. Keeping her blue eyes moving, she saw the beauty of the mountainous range and the shimmering of the Black Lake's watery surface.

Continuing on her way, Trinity had made a pass towards the lake, but decided at the last second that the Clock Tower would be a better choice. Retracing her steps back towards the castle, Trinity followed the cobble stone path to the entrance of the Clock Tower. Walking slowly up each wooden plank that served as a step, she sighed. She had managed to get pass her OWLs examination with flying colors. Now all she had to worry about were her NEWTs, which she would be taking next year. In truth, she had not yet started to study for them. After having spent all of last year preparing for the OWLs, Trinity had welcomed her sixth year with open arms. It meant that she could allow herself to slack off a little bit here and there, but not too much. She still did have a lot upon her shoulders outside of the castle walls of Hogwarts.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, she ventured over to the balcony that overlooked the grounds. The view was absolutely stunning. Propping herself up and against the stone wall on top the slim iron bar, Trinity allowed her thoughts linger to the past summer. Her mother, younger siblings, and her had returned to Sibiu, Romania to visit her father and older brothers; Velkan and Stefan. It had been so wonderful to be back home and with her entire family. However, that had been short lived. Her father had pulled her over to talk to her about her future. Having been the first daughter and holding the title of Princess of Sibiu, he had expressed that it was nearing time for to consider her options for marriage. He had told her of a few offers that had been made to him who would welcome her with open arms despite her lycanthropy.

Bloody hell, some had even had gone as far as to get bitten themselves if it meant that they would have her hand in marriage. To be completely honest, it made Trinity sick to her stomach. Who would want to condemn themselves to this type of life? But then again, she did grow up in Romania, where a lot of history in Vampires and Werewolves had risen. Hell, she had a few aunts, uncles, and cousins who had become or marriaged into a family of Vampires or Werewolves. So, it was certainly accepted in her family and in the Wizarding world of Romania. However on the negative side, none of her relatives held a high title like her. None of them were viewed with such high standards as she. "Oh, bloody Morgana. Screw my life," she yelled out into the approaching night.