Post by FP admin on Jul 5, 2007 23:53:48 GMT -5
The year is 1979. The Dark Lord's power is undeniably growing. People who don't join him are starting to wind up dead, with the Dark Mark hovering over the scene of the crime in a sickly green glow. His followers are growing more bold as his enemies prepare for the worse. Something big is going to happen and soon.
The Wizarding world has been thrown into chaos by the impending war. Fear and suspicion have taken over. Most people don't want to walk the streets alone, particularly at night. Everyone wears heavy cloaks and hides their faces. The anonymity of these precautions only further encourages the rumors and fear.
The world of the pure-blood elite are the only ones who seem thus far unaffected by the growing turmoil. Oh, but appearances can be quite deceiving. They smile their smug grins as they walk down the streets freely in rich robes and a grand display of arrogant indifference. They spend money as if it were grains of sand, slipping through their fingers. They throw lavish parties. Once a week they get together with their families for elegant banquets.
In the past decade, Hogwarts had seen the peak of most of the pure-blooded families. What could possibly be considered the school's greatest generation has mostly graduated and taken a side in the war. Now they are no longer just kids with childish fights and house rivalry. Now they are preparing to fight in a war, a war that will have high costs.
Friends turn on each other. Families are ripped apart. The noble and ancient bloodlines never let on that it's effecting them. Unless you've been completely disowned, every time there is a family gathering, you are expected to be there, dressed in your finest attire and smiling as if you had no where you'd rather be. That's until the guests and older adults are gone. Once left to their own devises, the polite smiles and conversation fade into oblivion.
Welcome to hell. This is the upper class' underworld. Pride. Envy. Greed. Lust. Gluttony. Wrath. Sloth. These witches and wizards are not to be messed with if you value your life. Nearly every night, their out in nightclubs. If you don't see them there, well then you better pray that they're off at family parties. If they aren't well then, the next morning the Daily Prophet's headline will declare in bold black ink a new set of murders with a photograph of the Dark Mark floating ominously above some old manor.
They're fighting to save the pure-blood families from the muggle filth. What they don't realize, is how much they are destroying it. They're so busy protecting their names, they've all forgotten about preserving them. Most of the young women are too independent to settle down. Even if they're married, most of them would never dream of having children. How can they fight a war when they're pregnant? Children generally aren't part of their plan. They've got other plans right now. Once the war is over they can start a family. After all, who'd want to bring a child into this dark world? Unfortunately what most don't know yet, is that they're going to wind up dead or in Azkaban.
For now though, they are content to pretend to be above the Wizarding world's turmoil. They'll pretend to be unreachable in their large, elaborately decorated manors. They'll continue to smirk and walk with their heads held high. They'll hide their anger and their sins behind fake smiles worthy of the large family portraits that hang in the entryways.