Burning Roses

8|Kings and queens

●TOM●

"He wasn't breathing when we left." 

"And it was Dalayza who casted the spell?" Rosier nods. I steal a glance at Dalayza, who is currently bickering with Mulciber. Perhaps I under estimated her. 

"You may go."

"Yes my Lord." Rosier nods his head, scurrying off to do Salazer knows what. I strut over to Mulciber and Dalayza, she looked cute when she was angry. Like an aggravated little bunny, with her wide eyes and her nose constantly twitching. I clear my throat, which immediately stops their argument. 

"Mulciber, please make yourself useful." 

"Yes my Lord." Dalayza snorts, recieving a concerned glance from Mulciber. He walks off, heading to the boy's dormitories. There aren't much people left in the common room, a few annoying first years. 

"I heard about what you did to Hellen." I start off. 

"You gave me a task, did you not?" She furrows her eyebrows. My eyes widen a bit, suprised by her loyalty and determination. Dalayza doesn't seem like the girl to be ordered around, guess I was wrong. 

"Of course, I am happy with the result." I say, with a monotonous voice. She smirks proudly, her lips quirking up on the left side first and then slowly on the right. Peculiar. The setting sun gleams through the windows, illuminating Dalayza in just the right way. Her white hair glows, her brown eyes turning more soft and honey-like. Her demeanor changes, straightening her back and taking a glance outside the window. 

"Looks like dinner is about to start." She says, a hand over her eyes. And then, as if in cue, all the slytherin students file out of their dormitories, walking out to get to the great hall. 

"You coming?" Dalayza says, waving her hand at me. I pick up my place, falling into step with Dalayza's short steps. 

○DALAYZA○

I sit down beside Sierra, Xavier on my right side. I sit directly across from Tom, who has Luis and Mulciber sitting on each side of him, and Rowen sitting next to Luis. We all sit next to eachother in silence, small conversations sparking up with Sierra and Rowen. I've seen the way he looks at her- how he admires her red hair, her hazel eyes. I smile as me and Luis share a knowingly glance. Then, 2 large silver owls flap down infront of our group, one of the owls holding 4 letters in it's beak while the other carry's only 3. I notice the green paper and the gold initials on the letter, taking it out of it's beak and handing Sierra her letter. She groans at the sight of it, ripping it open. Every year, Slughorn invited me and Sierra, along with a few other students to a gathering. Sometimes he does Christmas parties, sometimes it's Halloween themed. I notice the boys open each one of their own paper, their eyes scanning the letters. Of course, Tom and his gang got invited. Slughorn views Tom as a god! No wonder. I shove the letter back inside the envelope, putting it in my lap so I can finish my soup. 

"You guys got invited too?" Rowen asks, his eyes fixated on Sierra. We both nod, and Luis smirks. We carry on with our meal, all heading up to the common room when we have finished. 

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I swipe the hair out of my face, my eyes glancing at the clock on my nightstand. 1:32. Why am I awake? I groggily sit up on my bed, hanging my legs off the edge. I pull up the strap of my nightgown, slowly walking up the stairs making sure I don't wake up Sierra. I hear the low crackles of the green flames, and a figure sitting by the fire. Tom. He's sitting on a leather chair, a book-no, a notebook sitting on his lap, while he stares intensely at the chessboard infront of him. I walk down the stairs, taking the seat across from him. He barely glances up, unbothered by my presence. 

"What are you doing here?" He asks. 

"What are you doing here?" I repeat his question, leaning back onto the couch. He turns his gaze back to the chessboard, his eyes analyzing every bit of it. I sit up, moving the white pawn forward. He raises his eyebrows, and I raise mine back. He then grabs his black bishop, moving it forward. He watches me take my rook, looking at every single move I make. We take turns like that for a while, both of our pawns almost reaching eachother's opposite sides of the chessboard. It's my move, and Tom's coffee eyes glint in the green fire. I take my knight, purposely moving it infront of his pawn. He smirks, taking his piece and knocking mine down, adding it to his side. 

"That was a bad move." He says, and now it's my turn to smirk. 

"It was a distraction." I say, moving my pawn forward, reaching the end of the chessboard. "So I could do this." I say, switching it out with the queen. I stand on my feet, walking back up into my dorm.