I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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'The elementary manner of deceit had always been through appearances.' Were the words my mother had recited often.
The beguiling reflection on the full-length mirror set forth an image of an ordinary girl dressed lavishly, yet when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was an ill-omened murderer bathed in the waters of pretence.
She had been right, for my appearances were deceitful, aiding me in maintaining my image. I could be dressed in the most expensive of fabrics, and my neck could be adorned with the largest of diamonds, however, it would never wash away the blood on my hands.
The crimson gown hugged my body in all the right places, the shade matching the crimson liquid flowing through my veins. My obsidian locks cascaded down my back in tight waves, and as I ran a hand through the locks, I marvelled at how soft they felt.
I would have to thanks Visha for the potion she had given me the day prior.
Visha and I had been talking more throughout the arduous week, and I had gathered that she was a reliant ally to have. She was a chess piece I had to clutch tightly in my hand, not an impotent pawn, but a valuable rook.
"You look good." The brunette spoke after she entered the dorms, her inky black eyes running over my form with an appreciative glint. From the reflection of the oval mirror, I took notice of her dark velvety gown flowing down her body like the river in a twilight.
"You are going to the dinner as well?" I questioned with surprise, recalling the time Visha had said that there were only two girls in attendance; her and Celeste Greengrass. She had never mentioned Walburga.
"The tone of surprise is insulting." She snickered. "And well, I am going as Black's date."
"Your brother?"
She cleared her throat. "My cousin."
Realization dawned upon me. The purebloods here went to extreme measures in an attempt to keep their bloodline pure, and one of the common ways was by marrying their relatives. I shuddered at the thought internally.
When I looked back at her, it seemed she had moved past the previous topic of our conversation and was tapping her chin with a perfectly manicured nail as if deep in thought. "I do feel like there is something missing. Perhaps a necklace?"
I cocked my head to the side in contemplation and came to an agreement that indeed, my neck looked too bare. With a frown, I turned towards Walburga. "I do not have any necklaces though."
Once more I was confused by the small and discreet smirk that she attempted to conceal. "Not for long." She mumbled under her breath. "Come, they are waiting for us downstairs"
