Lies and falsehoods, armour made of ambition and cruelty. Irremediably, Tom Riddle's destiny has been written from the beginning, foreseeing a dark and deviant path. But to everything there is an exception, and Anastasia Atwell did not know she was...
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Abraxas Malfoy
All was calm and quiet in the school grounds. Anastasia lay in the shade of a tree, her head on the lap of her friend Druella, who stroked her hair absent-mindedly, while she complained about too much homework to do.
The weekends were spectacular. On quieter days, when they did not have to study for the days ahead, all the students found the best way to enjoy some peace and rest.
There were those who preferred to go to the shops in Hogsmeade, those with special permission to visit their families. Others, like them, preferred to stay inside the school and enjoy themselves as best they could before facing another hard week.
"I don't understand, frankly. We're only at the beginning and you're already complaining?" Abraxas had asked the girl with long flaming ringlets, who at his question contracted her face in dissent.
"Of course," she had then replied, shaking her head. "Because I, unlike you, spend my afternoons in the library rather than peeking up any girl's skirts."
Abraxas Malfoy sat a little further away, moving his wand between his fingers almost rhythmically, twirling it around as he watched the two girls with an amused expression on his face.
Even when there wasn't necessarily a need, and the days were flat and devoted only to rest, Abraxas always dressed smartly. He said he did it because it made him feel good about himself, because he liked it.
On his hands he wore large silver rings, set with green stones, inscribed with his family's initials. He always smelled expensive. He always looked impeccable. There was never a single flaw in his appearance.
The young boy was on the lips of many girls. Being part of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, he was what many were aiming at for a secure future. But he still called himself too young for such nonsense, going against the standards of his family and ancestors. Too young to think of an heir, a home, a marriage. The very thought made him shudder.
He preferred to enjoy his younger years to the fullest, indulging in brief affairs devoted to pure entertainment and nothing more. He did not like to talk about his feelings, so he stopped everything before it could happen.
"I don't see how one thing can eliminate the other," Abraxas resumed after a while, as if he had to think about it for a while before opening his mouth. "I'm devoted to both," he concluded, before letting out a laugh.
"Men," Druella replied detachedly, making her friend laugh as well.
Their quiet was interrupted by the arrival of Marcus Avery and Xavier Nott who, arm in arm, carried a large wooden box in their hands, a more than proud expression on their faces.
