The following days and weeks were riot albeit a quiet one. The silence in the Villiers Estate was deafening. Eliza had never been as glad for September 1st to roll around so she could make her sweet escape from the rolling English countryside.
Upon her return, however, Eliza's mind had only been on that of the affair. Her focus on her studies was at an all-time low. Multiple teachers had commented that the young Slytherin did not seem herself and she had heard a few of the girls whispering about her family in the corridors between classes.
This was Eliza's final year at Hogwarts. This was meant to be her year. The year where everybody in the school knew her name and adored her. She needed to get back on top, quickly.
Eliza sat in the Great Hall, Potions books scattered around her as she tried but desperately failed to complete the essay assigned to her the week before. She tapped her pen on the table repetitively, her eyes staring off into space.