Serena Black || 𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂

Sweet dreams are made of this

• Serena Black •

"It's a tragedy, the way our story goes.
It was a maybe.
A perhaps.
An almost."

Serena still felt dizzy, but the fact that she would have very little fresh air in this place had not escaped her. Meanwhile, the Slytherin pulled her mercilessly onwards to an empty dormitory, whose occupants were presumably still at the party. This time, Serena managed to free her hand and organise her thoughts. "Are you kidding me?" she finally managed to say, trying to enunciate every word as clearly as possible.

Hall stopped and scrutinised her for a moment with a furrowed brow before the familiar grin reappeared on his face. But he didn't leave it at that. To make matters worse, he came towards her the few steps that had separated them. The tip of Serena's nose almost touched his chest and as she looked up into his turquoise blue eyes, he brushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "You still don't trust me," he stated calmly and even as he turned away from her again, she thought she could hear him laughing softly.

Serena stood rooted to the spot and watched silently as he walked to a very rotten-looking wooden door at the end of the room. In fact, it seemed to be used so rarely that it let out a loud squeak through the hall when it opened. The Gryffindor couldn't help but stretch her neck curiously to see what lay beyond. Stairs. Many small steps crowded together in a narrow corridor, the stone walls of which were covered in moss due to the damp.

"Do you still want to go outside or would you rather stay here with me?" The insinuating smirk got Serena's legs moving again. Careful not to stagger too much, she stumbled towards it and started giggling like a little kid for no reason, "Is that a secret hiding place?"

She heard a grunt and felt an arm wrap around her waist at the same moment. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Serena was pushed into the narrow corridor and after the door had slammed shut, she realised what the arm on her hip was for. It was pitch black, she wouldn't even have been able to recognise her palm if she had held it directly in front of her eyes. But even with a light source, she would probably have promptly tumbled down the steps again, as narrow and uneven as they led upwards.

Serena let herself be led up without protest, because she was far too curious to find out what was at the other end of the stairs. Probably an exit. But her drunken self didn't think that far ahead and so she remained tense. She didn't know how much time had passed, because to her it felt like an eternity, before Hall stopped and opened another door.

The cool wind whipped through her dark hair and the fresh air partly chased away the swirling fog that had settled in her head. Cautiously, Serena stepped onto the small platform that was directly above the shallow waves of the black lake that lay dark as night below her.