"You look like a marble statue. You always do. You become the pinnacle of human beauty in anger, joy, and... grief."
Tarra Williams never thought that asking a little boy to play would change her life...
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Happy Groundhog day!
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Tarra Williams shook. Her fingers trembled, her muscles spasmed, her eyes brimmed with tears, and her friends watched on with tight lips and clenched hands.
They shared a glance.
Helen had always avoided crying children at the orphanage and the Malfoys did not cry and if they did, they ignored it. They did not comfort or confront the crying party.
The two girls tensed.
The floorboards creaked.
Juno jerked for her wand, but it tumbled from her fingers. She tried to swallow back her choking panic. If this was the heir, how could she ever beat them?
Blaise Zabini strode from the darkness of the classroom. His ruby necklace glowed from his neck and reflected the light from Helen's wand. It's red gleam formed a mirage with the light of the crystal ball before Tarra, creating a mini galaxy that flickered across the ceiling, the walls, and the four of them.
Juno and Helen stood between him and the crying Tarra. Both with their wands at the ready, but with relieved faces.
They could take Blaise.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Juno.
Her mind already played out the duel. Her or Blaise would strike first, and with a single spell Helen would end it.
Merlin, thought Juno, she was such a wonderful witch.
Blaise's monotone draw filled the room, "I was just on my way to the Chamber of Secrets-"
"Shove off," said Helen.
Blaise rolled his eyes and a smirk etched itself on his handsome face, but his stiff hands tensed in his black trouser pockets.
"If you wish," he said with a slight bow. He stepped towards the trapdoor.
The first sob broke from Tarra.
Helen sent a fretful glance towards the curled up blonde. Her body coiled on the armchair and she started to hiccup.
"It would help if you comforted her in some way-" said Blaise- "or if you ask what is wrong."
The two girls glared at him.
"We know what to do, Zabini," accused Juno.
Helen nodded her head in agreement, whirled around to face Tarra and with a moment of hesitation patted her head like a four year old would pet a cat.
Blaise laughed. The cold, sarcastic sound cut through the room.
Movement from the dark chair silenced the sound. Blonde hair shifted and green eyes stared at Blaise. Tarra muttered through a sniffly, congested voice, "Dick."
