I'm Better Off. You're Better Off.

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Rewritten: 1/15/2021

[Baie]

"You're not going to apologize to her?!" screamed Pansy as I walked right by Haven's bed. 

"Nope." I shot back and exited the Hospital Wing. 

"Hey, wait up!" Star called, catching up to me. "You fucked her up."

"Yep." I nodded, not seeing the point in bringing up what I already knew.

"I mean, really...her jaw is out of place." Star's eyes were wide and her jaw hung. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Well, Star..." I smirked, as we turned a corner and started back towards the dungeons. "...I've had going on lately, and I needed to release it - I guess I choose the right moment."

Star nodded and paused in the corridor a few steps behind before I stopped and turned to face her. She wore a confused expression as she pointed briefly behind her. 

"Don't we have class?" She inquired.

"Yeah, but I need a break." I shrugged starting towards our common room. 

"I'll cover for you!" Star called after me and as I nodded and threw up a thumbs-up, she clicked down the corridor in the opposite way.

I stepped into our dorm and glanced around the room. 

Haven's bed: made and tucked in all nice and neat, but her nightstand had a bra hanging out of the drawer.

Pansy's bed: made and tucked in all nice and neat as well, but her drawer to her nightstand was wide open with her Slytherin bag sitting open inside it - I guess she was planning on staying by Haven's side.

Star's bed: made and tucked in, but loosely, and her nightstand was organized with a picture of her and her brother, Brad. They were close, it made sense.

I moved to my bed: made, but mindlessly tucked in and far from nice and neat. My eyes drug themselves away from the three beds to my nightstand where a bottle of water sat. I picked it up and chugged it for a moment or two.

I placed it back down and sighed as I laid flat on my bed.

I closed my eyes, only to drift off:

"You brought me at MUGGLEBORN!" Voldemort shouted at my Mother as she coward over me. "You made me BRAND A MUGGLEBORN!"

"I know, my Lord...I apologize...but she'll be of service to you - whatever you want!" My Mother whimpered, shoving me forward. 

The little girl I was, I just held my right arm in my left hand. 

I gazed down over the dark mark.

"Miss Baie..." Voldemort whispered, kneeling down to my level. "...do like your new tattoo?"

I nodded silently as I glanced behind me to my Mother's whimpering. 

She was terrified.

"Why is Mom scared?" I questioned, turning back to Voldemort.

"Because you're the wrong blood status, my dear..." He explained rising to tower over me. "...so you have die."

"Die?!" I gasped, stepping back a few steps. "Look," I paused, looking between Voldemort and my Mother. "can I make you deal, my Lord?"

"My Lord?" He paused and looked to be amused at the fact a 'muggleborn' called him their lord.