"Sirius it's getting late, the ball will be ending soon." Guinevere whispered softly, wiping a small bead of sweat from her forehead.

All Guinevere got in response was an abruptly loud snore. Sirius had fallen asleep on the sofa. Guinevere slowly stood up working her way out of Sirius's grip, stepping back into her dress and zipping herself up. Then grabbed a small piece of parchment from the desk by the fire.

Snuffles,

Remember this was a fling, don't go catching feelings for me Black. I had a good time, but if you ever repeat that to anyone, I will hex you into oblivion.

Sleep tight

Blondie

Guinevere half smiled as she finished the note and walked back into the kitchen to find her house elf.

"Good time miss?" Olive piped wobbling over to her.

"You could say that" Guinevere smiled to herself, "Wake Mr. Black up in 10 minutes and give him this note" Guinevere held out the small note.

"Of course Miss" Olive nodded taking the paper from Gwen.

The girl nodded and walked back into the main part of the manor and headed upstairs. Passing her sisters on the way to her room.

"Where were you?" Diana questioned harshly.

"Why should I tell you?" Guinevere continued to walk not turning to face her sister.

"We are your sisters" Grace prodded snidely,"You should tell us"

"That changes nothing" Guinevere opened her door to her room.

"She probably was alone, so she's being a prat to cover it up" Diana suggested walking out of her room, joining the conversation. Both her sisters now standing in their respective doorways.

Guinevere tried to contain her anger, but let it get the best of her swinging around.

"For your information I wasn't alone," Guinevere turned,"And believe me, I had a wonderful time."

As her sisters flushed, shocked at her words. Guinevere turned on her heels and slammed the door behind her.

Sure she may have been exaggerating at what had truly happened hours prior, but what her sisters didn't know, couldn't hurt them. And more importantly annoyed the hell out of them, much to Guinevere's pleasure. So Guinevere left it at that without another word.

For the blonde girl the night was confusing, she always knew the Black family was pureblood but she didn't know they would attend the ball. So spending the night with Sirius was unexpected. What was even more expected was that she enjoyed herself. She enjoyed a night in Sirius Blacks company, well somewhat company. That's something Guinevere never thought she would ever say in her lifetime.

But the boy she had spent the ball with didn't seem like Sirius Black. If he hadn't removed his mask, Guinevere would have never known it was the same arrogant prat she had known at school. Talking to the masked boy felt like an old friend, but that didn't add up because everyone knows the two have hated each other since the dawn of time.

So Guinevere promised herself she would never date Sirius Black.

Ever.

But once again she found herself longing for another kiss as she did the first time the two locked lips.
These knew feelings confused Guinevere, she had never felt this way in her lifetime. No boy had ever been worthy of her attention.

So she dealt with it the only way she knew how, Hexes.

She picked a target in her room, which ended up being an old spell book sitting on her desk. Guinevere shot a few hexes at the book causing it to disintegrate in front of her. She had always enjoyed hexing, it was one of her favorite magically abilities that she could get away with outside school. If she used more powerful ones, on her sisters per-say, she could get in major trouble. Guinevere was almost certain the reason she could perform small spells here and there was because of her families status.

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"Guinevere, your dress is wrinkled!" Cried a younger Diana wincing at the sight of her youngest sister.

"We must fix you up" Grace shoved the small girl into a chair forcefully, earning a grunt for Guinevere.

"Why? I don't even want to go" An aged 10 Guinevere pouted.

"We must" Grace spat, tugging extra hard on Guinevere's hair,"Its what Avalon's are supposed to do"

Guinevere hated this very much.

"Suppose I don't want to be an Avalon" Guinevere fought back,"In fact, I wish I wasn't"

"Don't let mother hear you say that Guinevere" Diana glared applying her lipstick.

"I hate this, all of it"

"We don't exactly care for you either Guinevere" Grace tugged further,"But we are still here aren't we"

"But-" Guinevere started.

"Silencio" Diana whipped around placing the charm on her smallest sister.

Guinevere put up an obvious struggle, trying and failing to speak.

"You forget I am of age" Diana teased twirling her wand in her long, painted finger tips.

"Not that it changes much, we could still get away with it" Grace chuckled.

"Now pucker up!" Diana giggled snidely bringing the lipstick towards the little girl who had fire in her eyes.

Guinevere shuddered at the memory. That charm Silencio used on her so many times in her childhood. Guinevere was to be seen, not heard.

Pretty face, daft mind.

But Guinevere refused to be another pretty face in the Avalon family, used as a statue of how pureblood royals were supposed to be. She was going to get out, she just didn't know how quite yet. Murmurs were going around the wizarding world of a new threat. The people called him You-Know-Who. Those who didn't fear him, called him Voldemort. The whispers had made their way through Avalon manor. Not to Guinevere's surprise she began to notice her families drift towards this dark force. She could overhear her sisters as they joyfully talked about him and serving him alongside their friend whom they had met in their last year, Bellatrix. From what she overheard the girl was horrible. So naturally Guinevere could see her sisters getting along with her. But Guinevere wanted no part. She didn't want to serve this "Dark Lord" because Guinevere Avalon serves no one, and not only that her best friend in the entire world was a muggleborn. And they were his targets. This only made Guinevere's situation more dire, in that she needed an escape. The blonde thought ahead and began to put a bag together, if she needed to make a quick escape. She put an extendable charm on it and began packing. The last thing she put in was a small pouch, filled with galleons, sickles and knuts she had withdrawn from Gringotts. For she figured that once she left, her account would be drained by her mother.

After finishing her bag, Guinevere collapsed on her bed, still in her gown and found her mind wandering back to Sirius. Even with all that was going on she couldn't help but think about him. Wether it be good or bad thoughts.

But she couldn't help but wonder, did she really hate him after all these years?