Beautiful Mess PV Eugenia

Lives change every day and we don’t know they do. Or we know they do, but not in the degree, or in the way we anticipated. Or we just don’t know. And as much as we may think we know, it is always an issue. This unexpected change. And one day, you learn to live with it. Eugenia had lost family members more than one time. She hadn’t felt the true slap of it until she lost her grandfather. A man of quiet dominance, who did not love openly, but would do anything for his granddaughters. All cousins were viewed as equal, but the girls would swell hearing his praise. One summer, they were together. The next, he was gone.

The old man’s birthday would have been approaching, if he were alive. In just three days, there could have been a large family gathering, celebrating another year to the Karageorgiadis patriarch’s life. Eugenia Smyrnidi couldn’t have possibly thought of the disastrous tangle fate left them in after May the Fourth of 2022. But she had to keep going, and to wallow in misery was not acceptable. From her neck hung the reputation of two grand families of Greece, and if she even wanted to survive, she would be careful not to mess up. The slip up of any pure blood could throw the family in a tabloid, and she had to behave like the perfect pure blood heiress. (Lest they learn about the impurity. If they do, the families are doomed. Dead in days.)

Since the beginning of fourth year, Eugenia had been working herself dry trying to get an early start on the material provided. Should something like last year happen, she wanted to be able to have as much knowledge as possible already, so that catching up doesn’t require as much time and effort as it would have otherwise. But that was definitely not easy. Between the many new books, her intense programme, duelling training, the Patronus charm, other gatherings and her perfectionism, this task was like a steep mountain climb. It progressed slowly and torturously.

Thankfully, some days things were better than others and Eugenia could feel a little more human and a little less like a machine. Today was not exactly one of them, but Eugenia was at least not experiencing an emotional rollercoaster this day. It was extremely difficult for the young girl to keep her mind clear, and she wasn’t really successful. Today though felt less like a drag and more like walking around with a gaping emotional void. She knew her grandfather’s birthday was in two days and back at her dorm, she was at the middle of crocheting a jacket for him. (What use is giving a dead man presents? Tradition and closure.) She would send one of the school owls to deliver it to his gravesite in a day or two. Greece is far away. The poor owls need to rest.

She had copied down the homework from her lesson and exited the room among the last, taking more time to pack her things to hear the questions students asked after class. If it were about advanced material, maybe she could make use of it. There were no questions this time though, and she couldn’t make her hands go faster. Routines had an important force. Her head was thinking, once again, at lightning speeds, but at least it wasn’t hurtful. Some days, it was. The realisation that she had no more classes for the day struck her suddenly and like a bullet in the back. Time had passed so fast, she hadn’t realised the sun was starting to fall. Mind electric, she strapped her enchanted satchel on her shoulder, her hand stiffening from carrying it like a purse. She had not realised that either.

The hallways felt for once, strangely empty, almost like the own burning hole of her psyche inside. But her head, was full. Not emotions and memories this time, but of some mundane thoughts that were threatening to enlarge and consume her. So she kept on walking.

As opposed to common knowledge, there are staircases in this school that didn’t move. And that was a gift. So, Eugenia reached one of the spots she had found in her thorough exploration of the place three years ago, in a seeming hurry, which completely disappeared once she sat down at the foot of the stairs, head leaning against the polished banister. That was when she noticed a girl, she seemed to be a lioness. And from the familiar feel to her face, she was either from her year or a quidditch player. It was the familiar of having one or two meaningful interactions, but not much.

So, the Greek sat there. She didn’t speak for she chose to wait until she was noticed.
¹: translation:

english - #194935 russian -#9F263E greek - #3E4FA5 french - #B25F5C

@avery gray date: 27/09/2026 place: corridors phantom returned

mentions ; @Eugenia Smyrnidi
notes ; none

abilities ; 1. ’s Grace ; 2. Fearless ; 3. Keen Eye.
statistics ; sta 7 ; eva 8 ; str 7 ; wis 8 ; arc 6 ; acc 10