[Alvynear & Vervatine] Harry Potter and the Book He Doesn't Appear In
This summer had been hellish, a true nightmare for one Lysandre Pravery. His parents seemed to reproach him to have stopped his relationship with a girl that had finally revealed herself to be only with him for his money, status and bloodline and had pushed him into all sort of social gatherings, from balls to tea parties in hope of setting him up with some money digger or one kind or another to 'preserve their noble and pure line'. He didn't care for the status or the purity, the only thing he wanted in a lover was honor and a sense of traditions, a thing that most girls thoroughly lacked, it seemed. This pitiful summer was the reason the dark blond haired young wizard found himself alone in an isolated compartment nursing a killer headache after a shouting match with his mother when he refused to date one of her friends' daughter.
Leaning his aching head against the cool glass of the nearby compartment window, Lysandre issued a long sigh as he tried to not think about anything for once, for, in his state, thinking brought hurt. It was remotely quiet here, and, with the sky being overcast today, no pesky ray of sunlight was piercing his sensitive eyes. Relatively unmolested, he slowly relaxed and bought himself in a doze, his handsome visage becoming soft and peaceful in his slumber. He needed to sleep and recuperate before the hellish chaos surrounding Hogwarts would reach his pounding skull, after all, and was nearly completely asleep when his oasis of peace was trespassed by the loud bang of an open compartment door – his compartment door, and the loudness of the train reached him, along with the voice of a young witch who he did not know.
Fantastic, it was just his luck...