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[danika wilhelmina-marie selwyn]

For Danika Selwyn, life presented itself in a series of choices. Choices that the seventeen year old could not make herself, choices that she had no say it. Being a pureblood princess – if such a thing existed – the girl could not be trusted to make her own choices. She was simply too delicate to handle such things and viewed as too dim to be allowed the ability to do so. Once she was given the rare opportunity to choose a side. A thing of great importance in many people eyes yet she had decided to stay neutral. To stay in the middle of what would surely become a full blown war. It was a strange thing really. But really, there was a certain... intelligence to her decision. She would be undecided. Choosing to be neutral could be seen as a sign of cowardliness, and many in her family saw it as such, but for Danika it was a way to stay safe. Safe was a feeling that she liked quite a lot and it left her more room to think without judgement clouding her every thought.

The main reason why she chose to remain neutral was that it gave her a chance to escape those meetings that her parents had constantly. It gave her freedom, something that she did not possess unless she was at dance practices, and even then she wasn’t offered that much. When one belonged to a pureblood family who obsessed over blood nearly more so than vampires did, Danika always had something to do so she could please her mother and father. For growing up, the brunette knew nothing more then saying ‘yes mister something-or-other’ or ‘yes miss something-or-other’. She was raised to be a perfect housewife or very possibly a perfect slave. Both of them seemed to be terribly similar in her eyes.

At the moment though, Danika had just finished practiced in Muggle London – perhaps another reason why her parents disapproved her taking up the hobby – and had apparated to Hogsmeade. It was Saturday and she was going to enjoy herself for however long she could, but sadly she had no place in mind to go. The blonde sighed and tilted her head down so her hat shielded her face. The sun was bright and warm against her skin despite the cool March breeze. A few loose tendrils of her hair blew in the wind. If her mother was here she would criticize how messy her hair looked, but she was not here and she got a chance to enjoy some time by herself. She wore a loose black dress that came down just pass her knees. The hat perched atop her head matched to a tee.

Spotting Madam Puddifoot’s, a place where Danika absolutely detested with its obnoxious amount of lovesick couples, she decided to risk her chances. After all, it was simply too early for kissing and other displays of affection. With another small sigh, she entered the shop and took off her hat. She was taught that it was improper and rude to wear hats inside a building. Not to mention unlucky. She did a quick survey of the shop, and was quite glad that there weren’t any couples kissing. The girl decided to sit near the window, that way it wouldn't be that hard to escape when the numerous amounts of couples came in. When a waitress came to take her order, she decided to go with hot coffee. Soon her drink arrived. She flipped through the Daily Prophet, immersed in her own world, letting the hot coffee seep into her and warm her from the morning cold. She read the latest news with great enthusiasm. In a room full out adults, Danika seemed to be the most mature and adult like person in the whole room. Taking a sip of her coffee she was not aware of the chime going off by the door to signal someone else’ arrival.