Julia plopped on the couch, nearly out of breath from retreating from the Great Hall. It was a dumb idea to wear heels as high as her's were, yet she still succeeded in making it to the couch without breaking a leg. Julia ripped off her shoes and tossed them against the wall next to the fire. Graduation was a total failure, but the attack went great.
Julia never wanted to be a Death Eater, but her mother was, and her grandparents, and her great-grandparents and so on. In spite of that, Arthur was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, so that pretty much ruined everything, though she hoped it would be fine. She felt bad about everything, and she just wanted to break down and cry. She was under so much pressure by her family to do no wrong against the Dark Lord, but, honestly, she despised him greatly.
Julia put her legs up on the couch and relaxed, resisting the urge to break down. Most Slytherins were followers of the Dark Lord, or presumably evil, so if she was to break down, she would regret it sooner than later. She hoped someone would come along, someone who hopefully understood her position.