𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 || T.M.R [discontinued]

VI

"Asterope."

"My lord." The black haired witch greeted with slight vile tone most might not pick up upon. They way she greets him using the words as others use, she says as if it's poison rolling off her tongue. She doesn't say it out of respect for the Dark Lord that many worship, no, she says it out of self-preservation.

Asterope may be what most perceive as the epitome of a pureblood witch. Powerful, mesmerizing, perfect etiquette, but that does not mean she holds every view that the ones who surround her does. She may not be a fan of muggles nor does she want to understand them and their ways, but that does not mean she wants their blood to rain upon the streets.

She personally does not have any ill towards the all muggleborn, just the ignorant ones who don't bother to learn the way of the magical. For instance, Christmas replacing Yule, how utterly revolting. Celebrating the birth of man (How muggle always come up with such... creative stories we may never know) and not appreciating mother magic. How the light see us purebloods as evil because of our magic, always claiming us to revel in dark arts when they refuse to respect tradition and weaken their own magic because of it. Pathetic.

But alas magic blood is still magic and recklessly spilling it is only going to lead to our extinction.

She knew she'll eventually have the join like Regulus, their parents already forced her twin to get the mark last summer, and Asterope knew it was only bound for her to receive the same fate.

But this is not how she imagined she meets the Dark Lord. She isn't bowing with her arm out having the man cast a spell to leave a permanent brand on her. No, they danced and her magic sang upon his touch.

She read something similar once in the private library of her Grandfather, Arcturus Black III. A soulbound, a occurrence not many facts are known about. Many believe it's a myth, some are convinced it's the same as a soulmate. A soulmate is a more muggle term of describing one's love, it's a metaphorical term, a term not magic. A soulbound on the other hand is said to be one strongest forms of magic gifted to those by mother magic.

Currently, Asterope can't tell if it's a gift or a curse considering the man before her.

"Marvolo, address me as Marvolo." Lord Volde— Marvolo's velvety voice rang through a private study in Black Manor, the home of Cygnus Black and Druella Black née Rosier. "Tell me, Miss Black, are you aware of the occurrence in the ballroom?"

"Yes, Marvolo." Asterope replied holding the Dark Lord's gaze. At the use of his name, the conners of lips tugged up slightly.

He strode across the study to minimize the space between him and the young Ravenclaw. "Intelligence,beauty," He praised, he hand went to brush a piece of her hair back and he brought his lips to her ear. "And mine."