It's been three months since their deal to start dating in secret. Now it's mid March, 1944. Druella cannot be happier.
Sure, the letters she receives from Cygnus Black, her own fiancee, are a bit depressing, but she does her very best to forget about them. Cygnus, like Orion, has already settled in some fancy manor in London and has taken over the Black's growing finances. He always talks about new investments and business deals. And while she finds that quite interesting at times, hearing about a sole subject on repeat remains rather difficult.
To ease her discomfort, she meets every night with Walburga in some old room or a non usable classroom. They exchange jokes, family experiences (not the best, since both of their families are built in quite a lot of trauma and unhappy marriages), kisses (that's the best part) and sweet nothings like lyrics from poems and love notes from their favorite books (mostly muggles literature, though they both admit to be very picky readers).
She's waiting in a small room for Burga. It's another one for hosting all the trophies that were given by the school management to various students over the years.
They change the location of their meetings in every date, so no one will be able to find them.
In case they were caught, they would say that they were discussing about 'girly, private matters' like 'how to please their husband'. It's a common subject among girls these days.
Druella hears the door creak and looks up, senses completely alert.
Thank Morgana, it's Burga. Another mission accomplished.
"Hey. Did you wait long?" Whispers the black haired girl.
She shakes her head, non affirmatively.
"Just seven minutes or so. You're good."
"Oh. That's nice, okay." Burga gets in quickly, closes the door, locks it and makes two - no, three silence spells.
Ella pats the back of the empty chair for the girl to sit on. She by herself conjured it, for there was only one chair in the room when she arrived.
Burga smiles shyly and sits down besides her.
She rarely shows signs of discomfort and this is a surprising sight to behold.
She is Riddle's 'best friend' after all, and for someone to acquire that title, one must possess a heart made of iron.
The girl before her is strong. Possibly one of the strongest people she has known. That's why Druella admires her so.
"What do you want to talk about?" She whispers with an inviting tone.
The black haired sighs. "I don't know... I'm anxious about school."
"How so?" She murmurs, legs crossed, casual. "You give me the impression of being pretty good at school."
"I know, I'm trying!" Replies Burga, who is dressed in a delicious black nightgown.
Druella wears white pajamas. Her family is not so traditional as Walburga's and she has more freedom to wear boy's clothes sometimes.
"Look, the thing is.." Says Burga, while trying to uncomb her hair with her fingers, "I get letters, alright? Many letters, from mother and Cygnus. And they're always like: your scores have to be perfect. And, oh, look here! You got an E in Transfiguration in the last term! Your teacher sent us a notice! The tragedy!"
"Can the teachers even send notices to the parents mid term?" Asks Druella, while she places a hand on top of the left one of the other girl's.
"I don't know." Exclaims Burga. "Apparently, my mother pays them in advance."
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No Pain, No Glory | Tomarry
Fanfiction(An alternative universe where Harry was born in the 1920s and went in school with Tom Riddle. He is still the Chosen One from a prophesy with Grindelwald.) "Harry." "Tom. What the hell do you want now?" "To talk." "I have nothing to talk about with...
