Most slytherins were blood purists, complete twats, or worse, both. But, in the case of Eloise Havens, this couldn’t be far from the truth.

I mean—sure, she could be crude, or harsh at times… but for the most part, she was brilliant. The Afro-Italian was never one to shy away from an argument or from calling someone out.

But, currently, all was peaceful, for the most part. Eloise was sat in the Room of Requirement, hair products all over the desk in front of her as she braided her hair.

She seemed a bit… content, yeah that was the word for it. Content in sitting there and braiding her hair, giving herself a fresh hairstyle for the next few months.