antebellum [t. riddle]

viii.

october 1944

after the events of the herbology class, sicaria disillusioned herself in the hallway that most students took from the greenhouses back to the castle. based on the time of day, sicaria made the assumption that malfoy would take the route back in the direction of the slytherin common room. there was an abandoned classroom there that she could use.

she stood, invisible, leaning against the wall, waiting for malfoy to come down the hall so she could follow him. they were partners, so he left soon after she did. she ran her fingers through her coiled hair as she waited, getting frustrated when her fingers got caught. she did nothing to alleviate the stinging when she ripped several strands out. you're losing it.

soon enough, he rounded the corner of the hall, his strides long and confident even though no one was around to see. she tore her fingers away from her head as she moved from the wall and followed behind him in the corridor that he thought was empty. as she had guessed, he was walking in the direction of the common room. since classes were still going on right now (few teachers let their students leave early), the halls were near-empty, making it easy for her not to be caught.

this didn't matter though, because she tripped slightly on a quill someone had left in the hall, and landed against the wall with a small thump. at this noise, malfoy quickly turned around, eyes grazing over the hall behind him. he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, which was suspicious. it was at this moment that she realized that she had forgotten to cast the silencing charm on herself.

malfoy was still staring around the corridor, looking for the source of the noises he had just heard. the wind whistled around them, giving the entire hall a suspenseful aura. surely he wasn't going crazy, he was far to young to be losing his wits. he pulled out his wand and sicaria readied hers.

fuck.

"hormenum rev-" he started, but she had stunned him before he could finish. he fell to the ground, and she cast a disillusionment charm over his body before levitating him and walking in the direction of the abandoned classroom she had chosen when she planned out her interrogations for the day. his long(ish) blonde hair flowed below him, though no one could see it, and his face looked rather calm, unlike most after they were stunned.

she opened the door and flicked her wand to swiftly move his unconscious body into the room and land not softly, but not violently on the ground. she then threw off the disillusionment charms on both of them, before administering the potion, conjuring the hourglass, and casting the memory and compulsion charms on the boy. she rennervated him, and did not give him a bench.

"you've lost your bloody mind." he slurred when his chalky white eyes met hers. the effect of the memory charm was creepy for sicaria to look at. "i swear to merlin, i'll-"

"stop threatening me." the compulsion charm caused him to shudder slightly before returning his scowl at her and sway slightly on the ground. "you wont remember any of this anyway."

"what-"

"what is your name and age?" she cut him off. he was much more talkative than the rest. she assumed that maybe he would be good at fighting the imperius curse. it was always interesting to see how peoples personalities clashed with the compulsive magic at hand.

"abraxas malfoy. 17." his tone suddenly became crisp. his features still set in a scowl, but the expression looked gracefully angry on his face. if he wasn't such an asshole, she would think he was attractive. at the word attractive, her mind started to slip elsewhere, but she shook her head. focus, compartmentalize, think. it was hard not to give in when her thoughts wanted to take her somewhere.