Perfidy | Tom Riddle |

6.

"And here I thought my good old friend wouldn't make it to my ball." he seemed almost certain she was going to come.

"Well I thought about it, and I didn't want to disappoint a dear old friend now would I." The last thing she needed was for Abraxas to tail her all night, she needed to quickly get rid of him.

He scoffed and looped their arms around each other and continued to guide her, he's a tough one to shake off, "Might I say you look absolutely beautiful, scandalous even." his head almost buried into her shoulder.

And so on Abraxas continued to show her around a manor she was all too familiar with. He introduced her to a few of the sacred 28 families in the wizarding world. Managing to shy away from some very invasive questions they shot at her and went through with the night without having to reveal her name once.

Lyra and Abraxas continued to talk about many random interests they both had, and found that they both had a favorite hobby. Drinking. Abraxas was just getting into telling her about his family estate in Italy when she noticed that everyone scurried around the ballroom, with whispers coming about from everyone. She nudged him, "What's this about?" raising an eyebrow at him then turned to glue her eyes to the boy standing in the middle of the ballroom taking off his suit jacket. The same boy she had a brief conversation with upon her arrival.

"It's entertainment, one may call it. Sometimes to relieve any stress or grudges might have on another, just before school begins we have a duel among the students. Most adults don't really partake in it so it's become a sort of tradition between the younger crowd." Abraxas took the glass of champagne from her hand and chugged it. "Honestly I think it's quite rubbish."

She knew that somewhere among the crowd the future Dark Lord was watching, she needed to prove herself to be powerful enough to join his ranks and destroy them from the inside. "Say Abraxas can anyone join to fight?"

"Just about anyone, the reality is this all a showcase for how powerful one is and how much they can humiliate their opponent, why ask?" he seemed now rather interested in her strange question.

"So I would be able to fight as well?" he stared at her then looked at the boy and back at her.

"Love, trust me you don't want to duel him." he laughed at her strange request.

Abraxas looked over to his side to grab two more glasses of champagne but when he turned his attention back to Lyra he saw that she was gone. Instead, she was standing right in front of the boy. She threw off her heels and unclasped her holster to take out her wand.

The boy stared at her for a moment and started to laugh, "Didn't know you were so eager to duel me, Miss...?"

"Well," she looked around the ballroom and bought her gaze back up to him, " No one else was stepping up, someone had to do it."

"I can quite assure you that you don't want to duel me. Sit this one out." he began to fold up his sleeves perfectly.

"Oh, is it because you're scared that a woman might best you." she began to mock him a little while tieing up her hair into a tight secure ponytail.

"It's a shame that a beautiful woman such as you might end up in a hospital bed oh so soon."

Lyra took a few steps towards him an inch away from his face and whispered, "Let's see who's the one to end up in the hospital shall we." and placed a gentle kiss on the palm of his cheek. As she was turning away the boy grabbed her waist and turned her to face him once again. His grip was strong and hurting her she placed her hand on top of his squeezing it just as hard. None of them said a word, instead, they stared at one another faces just a mere inch away.