"I write her a letter
just a few short lines,
and suffer death
a thousand times."
Asteria O'Connor, sole heir of a prestigious wizarding family,
has other plans when the self-proclaimed Marauders decide to
torment her and her housemates.
It's abo...
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"She loved the perfume you got her, Aster," Cyrus informs, picking at the grass beneath him.
Myself, Cyrus, Chris, Anthony and Severus sit on the grounds of Hogwarts, well rested from our Christmas break. Honestly it may as well be like we never left because in just four days the schoolwork has easily piled back up. Charms class made us realise we wanted to get outside the stuffy castle grounds so a free period was very much needed and welcomed with open arms. The weather is still chilly so we're well wrapped in layers of clothing topped with wooly jumpers. The sun pokes through the clouds but it may as well not be there because of the never ending breeze. Still, we said we'd spend the day outside and us Slytherins are very adamant.
Anthony blows warm air onto his fingers as I reply, "I'm glad. How is your sister anyways? Finally settled down with the one she's been courting? Hendricks or something like that."
Cyrus lets out a sharp laugh. "As if. No man is good enough for her and she knows that. She even has this plan that her children will take her name instead of his."
"How's she gonna manage that?" questions Severus.
"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if she 'disposed of him' and he was never seen again."
We all nod our heads, unsurprised, knowing well what Karla Zabini can do.
"So Christopher, how'd that dance go?" Anthony asks, his eyebrows wriggling suggestively. Chris buries his head in his hands and lets out a deep groan. "Not good then?"
"Fine," breathes the aggravated Slytherin. "Just the first of twenty girls I was partnered up with that night. I genuinely think my mother believes I have fifty pairs of feet and that I can actually talk in social situations."
"Ah sure, you'll be a natural in no time," Cyrus coos. "Soon we'll be calling you Casanova Nott and you'll be batting away the ladies who flock your way. Sure you'll have your own fucking fan club like Black the blood traitor."
I hit Cyrus on the shoulder for that last line and scoff at him playfully – for the blood comment not about Sirius. Cyrus laughs and kicks my knee lightly. Our group really couldn't care less about blood or any of that dumb shit. As for Sirius.. I haven't told any of them about what happened those two weeks ago. I don't even completely understand what happened between the two of us myself. I'd prefer to sort it all out in my head first.
However, I did share my newfound ease with wandless and non-verbal magic with the group, mainly looking for answers but also because I'm slightly proud. I'm well aware how difficult that kind of stuff is. It makes me wonder if the blooming abilities have anything to do with the blooming bruises that keep adding onto my skin every day it seems.
"That's me," chuckles Christopher, shaking his head.
"Yeah let's keep telling lies," Severus urges sarcastically as we all laugh.
