The Slave | T.M.R

Chapter 4

3rd person's pov.

As soon as she pronounced the two words, Malfoy floated from behind an armour. "And what exactly is it you were doing hiding behind an armour, Malfoy?", she scrutinized him. "It's complicated. And it's none of your concern.", he sneered. "It isn't, you say?", she questioned, "And how is it none of my concern if you were following me around?". "That, I cannot say.", he replied to her. "Why can you not say it?", she interrogated him. "Fine! Someone told me to.", he responded. "And would you mind telling me who ordered you to sp-", she was cut off by someone walking through the corridor and up to them. And she recognized those mesmerising brown eyes.

"It's getting quite late. You should be in the common room by now.", the boy explained. He simply reminded her a lot of the devil. Cruel, evil, and merciless. His mindset was that there was no crueller fate than death, therefore he'd do anything not to end up like his bloodtraitor mother in the land of the dead, and that was what made him so cunning. But, alas, she would have called him the devil if she hadn't already taken up the title. Because who was she to decide that the devil was a man, less, if the devil was her? Therefore, he only reminded her of herself.

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Only after Tom and Abraxas had escorted Rachel to the common room, and had shown her to her dorm, they bid their goodnight's, and walked into their dormitories. Even if their intentions were not even a sliver saint-like, they were taught to act like gentlemen, and like gentlemen, they would act.

When Rachel walked into her dorm, she was met with a brunette girl sitting on one of the beds reading, and a nest of platinum blond hair and grey-like eyes, similar to Abraxas' looking up at her. Annoyed, the grey-eyed girl spoke up, "Watch where you're going, mudblood." "Who are you calling a mudblood?", she sneered back. "You, obviously.", she responded. "Dare you call me a mudblood!", she howled, enraged, "I am no filthy mudblood.", she calmed herself down. "I am Rachel Ivanov, and I shan't let myself be called a mudblood.", she scoffed. "Oh, you're the new girl? I can't say I expected better because that would have been a lie.", she admitted. "Emily Malfoy", she introduced herself. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Ivanov. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." The grey-eyed beauty held out her hand for Rachel to grasp, and Rachel proceeded by shaking it. "I think I might accept.", she replied coolly.

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TOMORROW IS MY HALF BIRTHDAY LOLZ SKSKSKSKSKSKSK-

lmao I can't write anymore I'm so tired-

-Xoxo Cordelia