HP: Spirit Talker

POV Lilianna Ternier

Again, and again, and again, and again, and for as long as she could remember, the girl had been hanging around high society since her earliest years. Her mother, a master potion-maker, had taken a firm hand in her upbringing, as the last of her kind should.

Her daughter was her main concern, the meaning of life after all hopes and aspirations had been shattered by the loss in a cunning game, the family lost all its members, surviving only Antoinette Ternier — her, Lilianna's, mother, in the last month of her pregnancy.

Long years of butchery, of twisting logic, of rather brutal lessons in living examples. After thirteen years of harsh upbringing, Antoinette could proudly say, "Lilianna is the true legacy of the Kin!" and she was. The girl took to the family business with a vengeance, and even managed to come up with a few new poisons and drugs for seduction, as well as some clever ways to get them to their targets.

The girl wiggled her sharp chin, making her hair shine just right for the group of men who involuntarily admired the young eighteen-year-old Veila. A slight smile never left her face most of the time. Fools. Old horny bastards, Lilianna thought to herself. How many had failed to live up to expectations?

No, her Vayla gift wasn't as strong as it could be, but that was a good thing — it was easier to control, it was just a pity that her magical powers were also less. But that wasn't fatal either. Lilianna is pure-blooded, well-bred, very beautiful, and the fact that she has not been innocent for several years — so in the heat of the men it is not noticed, and after that it is not difficult to sprinkle something somewhere.

A little bit of magic and the handsome young wizard is already "floating". Yuck! Weak! The girl even snorted in annoyance. How many of these receptions, balls, buffets, hunts had there been? How many of those handsome men had there been? And each, each(!) of them was starting to lose his mind in bed, not withstanding all her pressure!

Lilianne even pities poor Delacour a little... just a little... somewhere in the depths of her fiery soul. After all, if it was so hard for her to find a decent husband, what could she say about that stupid blonde? The girl involuntarily twitched her slender shoulder in annoyance, but like everything else about her, the movement was trained and meant only to seduce.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a fat man staring at her with an oily look in his dull, faded, watery eyes. Like a sheep, really! Ugh! Well, at least Maman found a new husband, he is a dirty animal, but he can withstand the pressure of a generic Veila...., but afterwards I have to give him potions to make him come to his senses.

At the moment Lilianna has a little brother of one and a half years with dark skin. Well, there's nothing you can do about it, because the father is an Arab. So after the birth of her brother, she was not obliged to find a strong husband and continue the family. However, the girl has already gotten used to this race, and the search has become for her not a necessity and duty, but a fascinating, favorite game.

I wonder if silly Delacour is here somewhere, or is she hiding in the garden again? Probably the latter. Well, I must get out and dance with someone young and cheerful, for this crowd only makes me sad. Lilianna shook her curly, fiery red hair again and made her way to the other hall, to the young people. It took her twenty minutes to get there, being a model girl was a lot of work, so she couldn't pretend not to notice anyone, hence the delay.

Entering the hall, the girl immediately noticed that it was definitely more fun here... and easier. The large hall was divided into sections for dancing, resting, with tables and chairs, tables with food and drinks, and a few special tables for card games with everything you need, including a croupier. There were many children among the young people, watched over by servants or invisible house elves.

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