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Technically, the school year hadn’t been that long for Eugenia for her to feel that relief coming from the end of the year, since most of the time, she had been in hiding. The Smyrnidi heiress was, actually, rather perturbed by the fact she would have to remain out of school for the next two months, because even in the summer camp she didn’t feel safe. After arriving at King’s Cross station for, unfortunately, the fourth time, she was picked up and hastily taken to the London estate. In a hurry, she was told to pack her things or, at least, some clothes, as the family would be heading to Greece for a week or so to manage some affairs.
The heiress did as she was told and did all she was subsequently asked for, for the week of reforms. The shipping company needed insight from her father and apparently, some matters were to be discussed with her as well. Delighted with the fact her involvement was important and thus her presence wasn’t a simple nuisance, she partook actively and tried to commit everything said to memory. One day, she would have to lead two business empires, and if she forgot, then maybe she wasn’t cut for it. But it wasn’t real, as the purity they truly prided themselves of having was fake. So maybe she wasn’t worthy at all of leading as she was a fraud, and all the others weren’t… weren’t. These thoughts gripped her at night and would have during the day too, if not for her sister’s constant presence, the ten year old tagging along, with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. It seemed that maybe she was capable. An illusion until she was left alone.
Still, the Greek felt quite unsafe there, knowing that a death threat could be just around the corner, only maybe less plausible. Not really comforting. There was however, no relief again as she arrived back at London on the 8th. Not that she had time to think about it, anyway. The Annual Summer Pureblood Ball was being hosted at the Van Elst home that day, and they were dressed in an impeccable fashion, ready to socialise. Eugenia had been given a dagger with her, that day. It was still unsafe. Nothing could quench the unease in her bones. And so they did. That night, they met with the British Astor family, and talked with their heiress, ms. Skylar. An interesting girl.
When the two sisters crashed on their bands late at night, they didn’t expect to be greeted by their father in formal clothes first thing in the morning when they stepped down the stairs to take breakfast. Apparently, an owl from the head of House Mercier had arrived in the early morning hours, requesting their presence at the Mercier family estate near noon, so that the two families would converse and later dine together. With no other option but to accept, the two girls whispered on what they possibly were summoned for.
First, there was no way the Mercier would reveal some truth about them they weren’t supposed to know, because no one said anything ever. Secondly, they were definitely not in need of a potions supply, or their mother would have been called separately. After that, their conversation spiralled, reaching no specific end. Amidst the preparations, Eugenia had absolutely no time to think or to remember, as there was always a task at hand, fortunately for her, as she had seen a nightmare that night. One of the most common ones by now: the heiress herself running, being caught by the neck, and then being suffocated as her sister was made to watch.
But what really kept her from falling into a memory haze was her father’s summons before they left, detailing her job: make sure that the Mercier heiress knew that she would be under her surveillance, if she went at Hogwarts. This was a firm request off the Mercier patriarch detailed in the owl. And despite the fact that the two Houses had distant familial relationships, this didn’t make Eugenia feel less wariness by that statement.
Soon enough, Floo powder in hand, the family arrived at the Mercier house. Eugenia’s dark green dress was adjusted, before the hosts came into the light. The men shook their hands as the women kissed each other’s cheeks in greeting. The Greek dropped in a curtsy. “Mr. and Mrs. Mercier, we are most delighted to have been invited to your home today.” Ifigenia then followed her lead and spoke after her mother beckoned. “Indeed, it is a grand honour.” The genuine smile their parents offered meant they had done well, and Eugenia felt a slight nudge in confidence. Pity it was short lasted. The two sisters greeted Danae as well, who was apparently to return to her room to finish studying. Internally, the statement was met with disbelief, as the controlling nature off the Mercier parents was not invisible.
When the greetings were finally exchanged, at the order of the Patriarch, the two sisters were led by a servant from the main parlour to Electra’s bedroom. The children had met on various occasions and secretly, Eugenia admired the girl’s rebellious spirit, even though that got her punished and sent away from home, as her parents once told her.
The grandiose room they were told to enter was beautiful. In the middle sat Electra, engrossed in something that looked like a sketch. Ifigenia spoke first. “Hello, Electra. How have you been?” Oh, that curious, adorable and fierce socialite sister of hers. It was only natural she had to take the lead after. “Greetings from me too. Long time, no see. I heard you’ll be attending a school this year. I suppose you’re excited for the new experience.” Eugenia smiled softly. She would have to break the news slowly.
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@electra mercier 
date: 9/7/2026
place: mercier manor
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