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With the NEWTS and OWLS as well as the other student's final exams coming to a closer date, the final Quidditch game had been moved up to a Thursday. Giving the last weekend for everyone to find their bearings in these written and practical exams.

Rory had told her friends on the stunt Rabastan had pulled with going into the locker room, but it was Izzy's joke that she should send him one of her panties for good luck in his final match.

The jury voted...All three had agreed it would be a good idea, and the best of luck as it was indeed her own favorite and lucky pair.

"Merlin Rory, these are gorgeous!" Harper spoke, however it became the task of going through her panty drawer was beyond her, but the reaction of Clem's face made it all the more worth it as the poor girl was almost shocked at the results.

"Anything else I wear while playing just bunches up!" Laughter swelled into the room as book still littered the floor, bookshelves unorganized and stacked. Notes scattered in piles...It looked like a tornado came through here honestly.

"So what are you going to write on the note?" Harper spoke, she was currently on the floor trying to sort through her own things. But a smirk rallied on Aurora's face as she summoned a piece of parchment and quill.

Onyx was in the room as she was corresponding with other classmates and last minute questions. Her window was open to anyone at this point as it helped her study too.

"Does this really count as payback?" Isabella laughed in the background causing Rory to look back up to her friend.

"Yes, because now he'll be tormented until he gets the real thing." 

"NOT UNTIL MARRIAGE!" Izzy's temptation had gotten interrupted by Clemintine's reminder and Rory agreed thoroughly.

She reused one of the old packages and simply wrote 'Raba' on the small wrapping. With a wink Onyx knew where to send to her boyfriend down in the dungeons below, her heart was racing as this is almost as risky as the previous times in the locker room.

Apparently that's the only place morals fly out the window.

Rabastan was struggling with a practice potion assignment that Aurora had gifted him. It strained him as Rory was so bloody skilled while he was decent at the most.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed because his girl was too smart, personally it was an attraction. That she wasn't a dumb bimbo just wanting wealth? Of course it was an attraction, she gives him an honest run for his money.

His mates claimed that she would always be better at potions so he wouldn't need to worry about anything in the future of that sort. Why he took the class was beyond him, he just wanted a pass at this point.

However it was a sight to see Onyx just by his window fluffing his feathers drastically as he tilted up his head to offer the small package...it caused Rabastan to stand confused.

What could Rory possibly send him that—

Had he been anywhere else in the room the man would've fallen to the floor, but he managed to sit back into his seat with a loud thud.

Pulling out the silver thong further into the open he struggled immensely to keep his calm. Turning to the parchment rolled inside it did he frantically rip it open.

These are my lucky pair, thought I could spread the good fortune as well as feed your little addiction, mien liebling. -Rory

The blood was rushing from his face as he was struggling not to picture her in this, he wasn't shameless in having wanked off after seeing her in just a towel.

And even better he was blessed with the perfect dream in seeing the towel itself drop down to her feet.

Goddess, her plump and perky breasts out in the open? In the loss of focus had he been oblivious to hear his roommates come on in. 

Severus didn't rightly count as a member in this regard as he'd close his curtain whenever he was in.

That started after his little fall out with the mudblood. He thought it was ironic that it was the same one Aurora had defended twice on over, and the two were now no longer on speaking terms.

As far as he knows.

When his two best mates came on in they were already deep in conversation. Though it wasn't until Avery came over by the window to pet Onyx. "Did Rory answer that potions questions? Her worksheet is bonkers." 

"Probably harder than the actual exam." Both of them joked while Rabastan attempted to settle his sexual desires away from his all too knowing roommates.

But it was McNair who sensed something different.

"You aight Bass?" He closed his eyes, not knowing if drowning them out or focusing on them would make this arousal any better. 

"Sure yeah, fine." Was all he managed, already sending red flags to his friends that something was definitely out of the ordinary. So the wink McNair sent in Avery's way simply dictated him to sit on down in the center of his bed.

"So what'd Rory want?" Rabastan's eyes widened too easily, causing him to groan out loud to the point of him leaning back in his chair. 

"If I asked to let this one go, would you?" This perked their interested more than anything as they awaited for what happened.

He handed over the small slip of parchment that came with the gift as he hid the thin silk fabric in his hand. He wouldn't show them the actual piece...But getting the idea on the other hand?

That'd be all they were getting.

"She—SHE GAVE YOU HER PANTIES OH THIS IS RICH!" Avery laughed, leaning back in his bed before passing it to McNair who chuckled himself. 

"Lucky pair?" His brow wiggled in amusement.

"I hear that's what the professional players all carry in their uniform. Could really give us some good luck?" It hadn't. In fact they had gotten slaughtered by the Gryffindor team.

Rabastan was still thankful for the panties though, he said the luck would carry over for his exams and soon enough it was Monday morning.

The first exam of many.

Then the next...Then the next...


And all of a sudden Aurora had walked out of her Alchemy final knowing that there would be one remaining. Potions. Aurora knew Otto was going to make an appearance, one of his colleagues managed to come over and inspect her work. Even stating: I wouldn't expect anything less from one of Otto's star pupils...Perfect. Utterly Perfect.

It was a shame she received positive support from everyone OTHER than her mother, because god forbid the women says a kind thing in her life.

She was just walking down the hallway running over a few plans she had in term of what to expect in the potion practical and written portion, so far she barely managed to second guess herself like in her OWLS.

This time there was no doubt, but the doubt steamed when she witnessed all four of the marauders walking down the steps of the headmaster's study. Smiling all proud and happy, which alarmed her in two regards.

Either they got caught for their final prank, or...The Order.

She was far too intrigued by the notion that it fell on both guilt and sense of duty to protect her brothers. To watch the Dark Lord fall swelled her heart, but it shattered too quickly when the fear of what could happen to those around her took lead.

She needed to think of this properly, but who would she go to for advice? Her brother and his mates were out of the question. As were her friends.

Maybe Wesley?

She didn't trust anyone enough with these issues that she resorted back to the one bloody thing she had going for her. Her head of house, and she wasn't talking about Professor Flitwick.

Hurrying along to the 7th floor was a bit of a challenge as she assumed Rabastan would be looking for her soon. But never the less she managed to conjure up a room of requirement conjured up another version of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Aurora looked up to the large picture and sighed, but the stress of it had her fall back to sit on the small table. "My child...What is wrong?" The women questioned, and it felt like a warm hold on her shoulder...Guiding her through the endless waves but when Aurora opened her eyes that warmth cleared.

She was just a sketch of oils and shades.

"I don't know what to do...After graduation I mean." Aurora ushered the final words in order to explain the situation in a timeline, the women was patient as she nodded ever so often in assurance to the frantic young girl before her.

"You are looking for confirmation aren't you little one?" The young witch smiled up to her houses' founder and nodded, she was eager and nervous in terms of properly hearing what she needed to do.

But who else would wiser than Rowena Ravenclaw herself?

"To join the Order and fool those following Voldermort or to stand idly by? My dear, you could possibly imagine yourself sitting aside while all this is happening?" Aurora shook her head, running a shaky hand through her hair to calm her nerves.

But it heightens them entirely.

"If you are afraid to act, how do you plan on joining a cause you don't agree with...My child, I cannot tell you what to do with your life...But you are so much smarter than this, you are right in one regard." The girl's eye narrowed to the women above her, confused as could be by the last statement on what she had been right about.

"They get their hands on you darling, it's dangerous. Perhaps your mother's vision wasn't all wrong." Her mother wasn't a seer and nor was she a prophet, she refused to believe that was the case her.

"On either side you chose Aurora, it gives a boost to the reign or the resistance. You are filled with good, but if you don't stick to your roots the reign will consume all that is left...You brothers both need you. Your loved ones." Ms.Black closed her eyes and held them closed for a few counted seconds, attempting to picture the future like she had in her dreams.

All she could see was a large bed as if she was waking up in a home, it wasn't the bed at her parents manner which gave a risk.

"I can't run away like my brother had." 

"Neither side expects that of you, use that to your advantage as an insider you can aid the resistance. Your brother, while protecting your remaining family you pretend to stand by." She nodded, but seeing the women starting to become three dimensional to drop another object.

"My daughter never accepted this from me, wear it in doubt...Wear it when you're lost and confuse and need a comfort. May we meet again." Aurora leaned down worried that the blue sapphire had broke, but it had survived the fall never the less.

"May we meet again." She whispered back, though she had not yet put it around her neck...The girl had to be careful, this was a visible resemblance rather than just the pin from the last encounter she had with the painting.

The task would be simple enough, but it was forcing herself to get up those damnable stairs that made it all the worth pinning over.

First things first, she wanted to get through the potion practical. However getting caught sleeping at a table in the library surely wasn't the right way to go.

"Rory...Rory?" The voice nudged, but she tried to beat them away with leaning down onto the book for support. Lucky for her the book itself was comfortable. And the voice was non-other than Rabastan.

"I'm never reading another book again after this." His laughter donned into her ears as he sat down beside her, an arm squeezing at her waist. Leaning down beside her ear did he simply give her a timeframe of when she would crack.

"Not even a mythology encyclopedia? How about...That limited edition Salem print you were begging your father for the last—" She shot her head up with an accusing look and finger pointed at him.

"I'm giving myself a week break from books...It should be delivered by then anyway." She squealed, daydreaming on what the context of the book could hold.

"Rory, come on...You could do this in your sleep." 

"But Otto's coworkers are going to be there....They already made it clear they're going to be watching." He was proud of that notion as well, on top of his acceptance into his father's program. Not just because of the family connection, but because of his grades and previous internship that truly made him stand out from the rest.

But it wasn't as self-made as Aurora, she has no ties with the medical world through her family but made herself known. He smiled as she wrote the same formula over once again to secure it in the back of her head.

It was as if the world wanted to speed up her impending doom. Her Hogwarts career had ended in a swift hour and a half potions exam and practical.

After a conversation with those overseeing the examination, she made further connections and making herself known around other inner circles. Had she been a Slytherin most doors would've been cracked a smige and perhaps even locked due to her last name.

But since she was a Ravenclaw, others seemed more interested and involved with making invitations and extensions to get her into classes this next semester.

It was odd, because they expected her to be able to say yes on her own accord. She wanted to run it by her father who would eliminate which choices to avoid to those to agree to.

Her father was always a good at sifting through and finding the right choice.

Finally out of the testing rooms did she reward herself with a breath full of fresh air. It was just outside the corridor and she already told everyone to not wait for her in regards to how she or anyone else did.

Instead, she sat down in the grass field and closed her eyes, as if the comfort of the wind gliding through her hair would be enough to properly calm her nerves.

Reaching into the pocket of her robes did she pull out a golden snitch. Regulus had given it to her the morning before her first exam as a blessing of good luck.

She wanted him to keep it considering it was his first introduction to OWLS himself, but he claimed she needed it more. It was the snitch of her last ever game, she rubbed the small weighted ball to unlocked the wings. The small thing started to flutter around her, since it had been caught it was more or less inactive. But it still acted for Rory in a relaxing tune right beside her ear.

"Suppose now is a good time as any?" She whispered, reaching out her hand for the snitch to drop on into her palm for her to close tightly. Her satchel was yanked up by nothing more than her hand as well. There wasn't much in terms of contents in there, a simple book, quills and a folder of extra parchment.

While walking through the halls did she get the sense of sickness, paired with tunnel vision as the door to the Headmaster's study seemed farther than what she counted in the steps before her, and yet when the statue started to twist in recognition to her being she huffed.

This was it.

Knocking fitfully on the door did she straightened her back and presented her shoulders backwards. Though the second she heard her acceptance of entry, did she come straight through into the familiar scented office to sit down in the seat just before his desk.

If he was surprised by her appearance, he certainly didn't show it. Taking the offered lemon drop and allowing herself to enjoy it for the few given seconds before she smiled.

"I want to join the Order." Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was considered many things in the Magical world, but that had taken him by surprise as nobody simply asked for membership, it's always been referred to and gone through him.

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And now with him caught off guard, she knew she had him by the reigns. So as the young women she was she nodded. 

"I'll most likely be married to a Death Eater, and with either my maiden name and my future name I'll surely be known...Outsiders will take my house lighter than Slytherin. I could be an asset." She licked her lips as she tilted her head.

"Or did I miss the hiring session? Seems like it was a little bias with all the Gryffindors Headmaster. Little exclusive, am I still caught in the middle?" Alastor had been on the floo call just at the fireplace and refused to hang up after Albus claimed that it was Ms.Black coming for an unscheduled meeting.

But that was how most their meetings go.

"I'm sure that is why you taught me Occlumency and Legilimency, Headmaster." That was the final calling, Alastor couldn't wait to meet Ms.Black in person.

Thus prompting him coming through the fireplace without a care at the disapproving glance he received from Albus. His entire focus had been on the petite girl that barely fit into the seat she resided in.

Turning around she caught a glimpse of the new person in the room, but then smiled in recognition. "Darlin', my name is Al—" 

"Alastor Moody. The pleasure is all mine Mr.Moody." She beamed, coming to shake his hand to establish just a bit of trust and temptation on whether he could trust her. She knew they would hold reservations on all accounts but it would still work in either favor.

Aurora didn't join to know what the Order was doing, she wanted to funnel information so they could deal with the issues at hand.

"Been watching you for awhile Ms.Black, curious little thing you are...Albus here recommended you long ago." A glint in her eye formed as she suspected correctly then. 

"And the recommendation fell through when I got possessed?" Dumbledore nodded softly but stared through to decrypt Aurora's soul.

There were no secrets that she held, nothing more than the motivation to keep those around her safe from harms way. Both her brothers, Rabastan and the Gryffindor clan that he had just enlisted just the day before.

"Saw a game of yours...Reckless, creative...Fell down off your broom you did. Quick thinking, could use you on the Order." She looked back to Alastair once again, so it had been a while ago that they were scouting for members. Curious, curious indeed.

"I wish I could be of better use as of right now, but my position isn't more than just an unmarked member. No student now has the mark, the Dark Lord wants them eighteen and graduated. But that doesn't mean he won't get desperate in the future." Dumbledore continued to nod intently as the two were going back and forth in front of him, he was contemplating while Alastair was close to signing away right then and there.

The two males in the room seemingly looked at each other for confirmation to the entire situation. And when the Headmaster gave a slight nod Aurora smiled.

"Anything we should know Ms.Black, talents?" Since he only knew what was told to him Aurora smiled. Claiming that her internships and everything that followed suit would be useful.

The number of death eaters compared to that of the Order or Aura office was lower than what the Dark Lord has at his command. But how easy would it be to gain the unknown information from Rabastan's head?

Forcibly or in the midst of a conversation.

"Self-studied Animagus sir." Now that was surprising, a great asset. However, part of him didn't believe until the enlarged black cat sat before him in the center of the room.

"Ms.Black decided that it would be best to accommodate Mr.Lupin on his most vulnerable nights." Her eyes held guilt when she formed back, but there was the dedication that Alastor favorited in the members he trained.

"The Dark Lord tutored me in a few dark curses, they burned my hand sir...I was wondering if you know what that means from the work you do?" Her question would need some investigation on his behalf, but it could be the fact her heart was in the wrong place during the casting.

She concluded the same already, and the scar was faint. But in the background of all of this, did Dumbledore start to see the beginning of what could potentially be the beginning of a good friendship.

An alliance.

"I'll be unreachable for a while, my summers usually don't have a schedule other than my internships and such. The meetings are never planned and if they are, Bella or Rabastan come to pick me up. I don't know if it's a trust issue or the idea of vulnerability." Alastair could tell the girl would play well to win this war, a footing in the snake pit as either of them can conduct.

"We'll figure everything out in due time, you're brother will be proud of you Ms.Black." 

"I rather keep that part in the dark, just for a while. He'll be worried and until we figure out means of contact then it'll be pointless." Alastair saw where her loyalties lied, it was very Gryffindor of her. But also very Slytherin to be sneaking about like this.

"Very well, enjoy your final days in Hogwarts Ms.Black." Professor Dumbledore had ended the meeting, but Mr.Moody could not allow her to leave with the comment of 'constant vigilance' to promote her new status in the Order.

When she finally left the room, both wizards smiled at the good fortune that Ms. Cassiopeia Aurora Black was born with a conscious and didn't agree with the sadistic mottos of her family.

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Date Posted: 04-16-19

Time:  12:18

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