From the Stars to the Stars → Draco Malfoy

xliii. Triangulum Australe

French translation by boa_hankock 
and Latin curses provided by isgeorgeweasleyhere 
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     When you're a mortal, being in love and being loved by the deities always comes with a price.

     Icarus knew that, Achilles knew that, Psyche knew that, Hyacinth knew that.

     Adonis knew that, oh, sweet Adonis knew that. But then again, who could have resisted the charm of a Goddess? The story of the downfall of Adonis came with a lot of varieties, but the motive was and has always been one: jealousy.

     Some things are better left unsaid had been Hadria Shafiq's motto for the last couple of months. It would've been his motto long before that if only he didn't try to talk to his ex-girlfriend, Sendy Kim. He should've known that when it comes to this one certain Hufflepuff witch, she would do whatever she could only to prove her points. He should've known better, he should've never messed with jealous Sendy. He had seen it before, yet like a fool he was, he never learned.

     Blue Calamus was one of the main ingredients needed to make a Veritaserum.

     When consumed, both Blue Calamus weed and the Veritaserum itself had the same purpose with different methods of the outcome. Veritaserum gave people what they needed, the outcome of the serum was neat, you ask the question, the drinker will answer whatever it was truthfully, easy as that. Blue Calamus, on the other hand, as a raw plant without no taming ingredients, the outcome would be messy. Very messy. They would just start to let out all of their thoughts without even meaning to, high off of Truth Weed was mainly people's worst nightmare, least of all, Hadria Shafiq.

     His mistake wasn't trying to apologise and walk into her dorm, no–all that he wanted to do was make amends, he even convinced himself that what they had was enough. He didn't want to lose her, at least not like that. His biggest mistake was trying to confide in Sendy, trusting that she wouldn't push him into something he was not ready to do–into doing something that would cost him whatever he had going on with Orion.

     "Orion, please," Hadria once again pleaded as he followed the Mikaelson witch walking down the stairs towards the dungeon.

     "Oh for the love of God, piss off," the witch snapped without even looking back at him, walking nonchalantly as if nothing bothered her, as if no one begged her to at least listen to what they've got to say.

     Hadria had been waiting at the common room for the moment she walked out of her dorm, and when she did he wasted no time to approach her, yet, like always the witch acted like he didn't even exist. He wasn't even trying to get back into what they were before, he just wanted her to listen to him, just wanted to apologise.

     He tried so hard to refrain himself from grabbing her hand, knowing if he tried he would've ended up getting hexed by the witch. "Orion, please, I just want to talk, I just need you to listen to me."

     He could hear her scoffing before she abruptly stopped, stomping her feet on the ground as she turned around and folded her arms across her chest. God, he missed her.

     The witch tilted her head, eyebrow lifted as she gave him a bored look. "One minute," she said, her tone matching how she looked at him. "You have one minute to talk."

     Hadria was more than surprised when Orion stopped her steps, let alone that she gave him a chance to speak that he had to shake his head a couple of times. "What?" the Ravenclaw boy furrowed his brows.