𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃; ʜᴘ

𝟎𝟕𝟗; ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜ ᴛʀɪᴏ

OPHIUCHUS STARES AT NARCISSA.

"Rest in Peace."

Merlin, he wanted to kill her.

Narcissa looked at Ophiuchus wearily.

Ophiuchus reframed himself from doing so, deciding to torture her first.

Narcissa had decided.

When Bellatrix gives birth to Ophiuchus this time, she'll stay on his goodside.

Maybe a bit of traumatization as well.

Many turned to Ophiuchus.

Wondering, what goes on inside that head of his?

'I'm tired. I want my bed. Can I sleep?' 
Ophiuchus thought...

"Lady Malfoy." Ophiuchus spoke up, his voice was cold— colder than anytime they heard before.

"Well not anymore." The court said, with a slight shiver in remembrance.

Making them flinch.

Save for the twins.

"Do you need to go to St.Mungos for an eye examination? Because your eyes must be faulty if you are able to mistake me for that woman." He smiled sharply.

"Looking at you and your mother now, pre-Azkaban, you really are her replica." Ophelia said.

Ophiuchus glared at her.

"Pot meet kettle, Evans." He scoffed.

Ophelia wouldn't deny.

Just like Ophiuchus, she was her mother's copy.

For a moment they swore he was a basilisk, as his words were laced with venom.

The twins knew Ophiuchus was holding himself back from murder.

He the moved closer to her.

Just a feet apart.

His lifeless eyes met her own.

Making her realize.

Those eyes were nothing like her sister's.

They belong to the Boy-Who-Died, as he had been named by the public.

"Don't remind me of that Merlin awful name." Ophiuchus sneered.

"The Boy-Who-Died and The Girl-Who-Lived.
How perfect." Eveningmoon shippers cooed.

Ophiuchus had then spoke loud enough for only them to hear.

"Who knows. Next you may mistake Draconian here for, Narcissus."

"... You didn't."

"I did."

Narcissa who had just collected herself,
had lost her pureblood mask completely
this time.

"Y-You..." Narcissa was simply just at a
lost for words.

A cruel gleam in his normally dull eyes.

Many felt unnerved by this.

"Goodbye, Lady Malfoy." He then turned away from her.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Lady Zabini." He smiled accordingly to her before looking at the rest. "I'll contact the rest of you later. Enjoy your Yule, My Nestlings."

"Silas, Elias, lets go now." Ophiuchus told the twins, before he took each off them by the hand and disappeared, before Narcissa could get information out of him.