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Part 31

Five and Cicero both sat down on one of the dark wooden chairs that surrounded a table, which held an intricately decorated moss green table cloth - a selection of expensive looking desserts and drinks sitting in polished glass cups.

They were the second group to arrive, Abraxas, Avery and Riddle already seated on the opposite side - Slughorn happily placed at the head of the table, all the students dressed in their pristine Slytherin winter uniforms - green seemingly shimmering in the brightly candle lit room.

Moments later two other dark haired boys walked in, the other two Slytherins that Five had encountered on the train many weeks ago.

They gave a nasty scowl, hidden from the jolly professor, and sat on the same side as their Lord.

"Professor, I'm sorry to say that my sister - Camilla, won't be joining us this evening. She's scheduled to be giving tutoring lessons to her friends at this time and day of the week."
The platinum blond beside the little assassin said, the large man replying with a mellow 'how unfortunate', not sounding as disappointed as he should have.

The professor obviously felt the growing tension between the group of Slytherins, speaking up in the hopes of breaking it - or at least making it less intense.

It had partially worked, the next half hour consisting of chatting and eating - Five not touching the food and instead taking little sips of butter beer.

The two dark haired boys were introduced as Antonin Dolohov and Mulciber - giving a forced greeting to the old teen in order to not be scolded.

The little meeting seemed to of lasted hours to Five for them to be finally dismissed, gaining little valuable knowledge during the discussions, other than the latest gossip of teachers retiring, or people mysteriously vanishing or found brutally tortured and killed - the boy already knowing that at least half of it was caused by the Temps commission.

They all politely said their goodbyes to the professor, the old teen promptly dispersing off to the library - unknowingly earning the attention of a specific snake.

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It had been three hours, and Riddle had just finished patrolling the dark and mysterious hallways of Hogwarts - deciding on visiting the library in the hopes to find any interesting books in dark arts, the best subject in his opinion.

Cicero on the other hand, had become a little bit worried and went to the same place in the hopes to find his assassin friend - Five, after finding that a bottle of his pure malt fire whisky (that he had somehow bought off the barmaid) and his pillow missing from their dorm.

Riddle had walked in - the library remaining available until ten thirty on the weekends - greeting the kind old librarian before vanishing behind the tall filled shelves.

Cicero also greeted the librarian, entering about a minute or three after the prefect - searching for the brunet.

When the raven haired boy had reached the final shelf in the non-restricted section of the large place, he had come across an old greying wall of complex equations that were nearly impossible for him to decipher, all neatly scribbled on, and a little boy with an empty glass bottle and a clean white pillow - loosely held in his hands as he leaned against the corner wall.

Riddle sighed, and before he could do anything else the sound of a familiar voice and footsteps neared.
He slid into the shadows and out of sight, Cicero laughing slightly at the sight of his wasted friend - the loosely clutched bottle rolling out of his grasp.

"There you are." He looked around for a bit, before bending down and attempting to pick up his friend - failing miserably no matter how light he was because of his small slightly weak frame.