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A Very Redwhisper What-If?
Every tiny little moment of our lives has the ability to make a profound impact on our futures. Every single action has consequences but the reaction is not always "equal and opposite," as it were. No, oftentimes the tiniest action we take can snowball into something massive. An unstoppable force that can change our lives forever without us even realizing it.
As was the case with our two sisters seen here. Growing up in the same household with the same parents in the same schools and yet so wildly different from one another. The eldest sister Riven was ambitious and determined, the perfect fit for Slytherin just like her father, grandmother, great-grandparents, and so on as far back as anyone could remember. Emily, meanwhile, was clever and wise and always had her nose buried in some book or other and would thus find herself quite at home among the learned in Ravenclaw tower.
So many tiny little moments led each of these children to being the person they were and caused the dusty old sorting hat to send the girls right where they belonged.
The sisters always had a rather strained relationship and this only became more severe once the girls started their lives at Hogwarts. Emily often called Riven out for some of her more unsavory slytherin behaviors while Riven would often push the younger girl beyond her limits and well outside her comfort zone in some misguided attempt at helping the younger girl grow.
Toward the end of Emily's first year, she found herself waiting in line to face her boggart and little did she know this experience would only further drive the sisters apart. When Emily approached, the room was deathly still and the first year could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Any moment now her greatest fear would burst out of the wardrobe to torment her but even after countless hours of speculation she had no idea what it might be. The moment stretched on for an eternity and just as she’d thought the boggart had given up for the day...
"Suddenly, there was a knock from the other side of the door. Slowly, it opened and a figure peeked her head out. It’s Riven! However, she looked a bit older as she stepped out onto the floor. Riven was dressed fairly nicely, albeit in very typical pureblood style like she’d been taking fashion advice from Octavia Dechants. The girl was eerily calm before smiling. She looked at Emily with a wrinkled nose as she spoke out. “I don’t know why you continue to befriend those filthy mudbloods, especially the ones causing issues for You-Know-Who! It’s awfully embarrassing to have to deal with a troublemaker you’re related to,” she tsks- scolding her sister as if she were a child. She pulled a wand from her sleeves and aimed it at Emily with a tight scowl, “unfortunately, if I want to prove my loyalties, I’ll have to get rid of you.”"
Emily shrank back when the image of her older sister appeared from within the wardrobe and whimpered a soft, “R… Riven?” This was her first time facing the dreaded boggart and she’d had no idea what to expect but this most certainly wasn't it. She shook her head and blinked, trying very hard to force herself to believe it wasn't real. It wasn't!! Right!? But what, exactly, was she seeing?? Emily seemed rather lost and confused. Was it a boggart? Was it a dream? Or was it some horrific glimpse of things yet to be. With a trembling hand, Emily raised her wand and squeaked a soft, "riddikulus..." but there was nothing. The tendrils of fear had driven far too deep around the girl's mind.
"The boggart-Riven looked surprised, then smiled wickedly and raised its wand. "You thought you could kill me?" it asked Emily, then started to chuckle. "That's...really..." it said, stumbling a little, as more laughter bubbled out of its own throat. "You can NEVER defeat me!" it shrieked, drawing back the wand even as more laughter spilled from its own throat. The laughter had the same effect on the boggart whether it came from the fear it's presenting or another, and even as the boggart-Riven shouted 'AVAA-', it was sucked back into the wardrobe which closed hard enough to rock the heavy wood on its feet.”"
The real Riven, meanwhile, stood in the back corner of the room with her Slytherin housemates glaring at the scene. The older girl had her arms crossed and was scowling at the first year, already plotting how she would make the younger girl pay for trying to tarnish her reputation in such a way.
But of course this was only one of many possible outcomes for the girls and fate saw fit to drive them down a different path.
A path that led to Riven being sorted into Ravenclaw and Emily into Slytherin. And it was Riven’s boggart that showed the twisted version of Emily instead, the protective older sister fearing what may become of the younger girl under the wrong influence.
We may never know what small and seemingly insignificant decisions, actions, or events led to the girls being who they’d actually become. We can only imagine and ask ourselves… what if?
Idea credit (stolen with permission): flickr.com/photos/194538309@N04/52776099920
Boggart text credit (altered to fit the reversal of roles): Mischief Managed staff: mischiefmanagedsl.net/
A Very Redwhisper What-If?
Every tiny little moment of our lives has the ability to make a profound impact on our futures. Every single action has consequences but the reaction is not always "equal and opposite," as it were. No, oftentimes the tiniest action we take can snowball into something massive. An unstoppable force that can change our lives forever without us even realizing it.
As was the case with our two sisters seen here. Growing up in the same household with the same parents in the same schools and yet so wildly different from one another. The eldest sister Riven was ambitious and determined, the perfect fit for Slytherin just like her father, grandmother, great-grandparents, and so on as far back as anyone could remember. Emily, meanwhile, was clever and wise and always had her nose buried in some book or other and would thus find herself quite at home among the learned in Ravenclaw tower.
So many tiny little moments led each of these children to being the person they were and caused the dusty old sorting hat to send the girls right where they belonged.
The sisters always had a rather strained relationship and this only became more severe once the girls started their lives at Hogwarts. Emily often called Riven out for some of her more unsavory slytherin behaviors while Riven would often push the younger girl beyond her limits and well outside her comfort zone in some misguided attempt at helping the younger girl grow.
Toward the end of Emily's first year, she found herself waiting in line to face her boggart and little did she know this experience would only further drive the sisters apart. When Emily approached, the room was deathly still and the first year could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Any moment now her greatest fear would burst out of the wardrobe to torment her but even after countless hours of speculation she had no idea what it might be. The moment stretched on for an eternity and just as she’d thought the boggart had given up for the day...
"Suddenly, there was a knock from the other side of the door. Slowly, it opened and a figure peeked her head out. It’s Riven! However, she looked a bit older as she stepped out onto the floor. Riven was dressed fairly nicely, albeit in very typical pureblood style like she’d been taking fashion advice from Octavia Dechants. The girl was eerily calm before smiling. She looked at Emily with a wrinkled nose as she spoke out. “I don’t know why you continue to befriend those filthy mudbloods, especially the ones causing issues for You-Know-Who! It’s awfully embarrassing to have to deal with a troublemaker you’re related to,” she tsks- scolding her sister as if she were a child. She pulled a wand from her sleeves and aimed it at Emily with a tight scowl, “unfortunately, if I want to prove my loyalties, I’ll have to get rid of you.”"
Emily shrank back when the image of her older sister appeared from within the wardrobe and whimpered a soft, “R… Riven?” This was her first time facing the dreaded boggart and she’d had no idea what to expect but this most certainly wasn't it. She shook her head and blinked, trying very hard to force herself to believe it wasn't real. It wasn't!! Right!? But what, exactly, was she seeing?? Emily seemed rather lost and confused. Was it a boggart? Was it a dream? Or was it some horrific glimpse of things yet to be. With a trembling hand, Emily raised her wand and squeaked a soft, "riddikulus..." but there was nothing. The tendrils of fear had driven far too deep around the girl's mind.
"The boggart-Riven looked surprised, then smiled wickedly and raised its wand. "You thought you could kill me?" it asked Emily, then started to chuckle. "That's...really..." it said, stumbling a little, as more laughter bubbled out of its own throat. "You can NEVER defeat me!" it shrieked, drawing back the wand even as more laughter spilled from its own throat. The laughter had the same effect on the boggart whether it came from the fear it's presenting or another, and even as the boggart-Riven shouted 'AVAA-', it was sucked back into the wardrobe which closed hard enough to rock the heavy wood on its feet.”"
The real Riven, meanwhile, stood in the back corner of the room with her Slytherin housemates glaring at the scene. The older girl had her arms crossed and was scowling at the first year, already plotting how she would make the younger girl pay for trying to tarnish her reputation in such a way.
But of course this was only one of many possible outcomes for the girls and fate saw fit to drive them down a different path.
A path that led to Riven being sorted into Ravenclaw and Emily into Slytherin. And it was Riven’s boggart that showed the twisted version of Emily instead, the protective older sister fearing what may become of the younger girl under the wrong influence.
We may never know what small and seemingly insignificant decisions, actions, or events led to the girls being who they’d actually become. We can only imagine and ask ourselves… what if?
Idea credit (stolen with permission): flickr.com/photos/194538309@N04/52776099920
Boggart text credit (altered to fit the reversal of roles): Mischief Managed staff: mischiefmanagedsl.net/