Dollhouse [Rabastan Lestrange]

Chapter 4

"From childhood I had
never believed in
permanence, and yet I had
longed for it."

Fallon sat down with a groan. It was followed by Gen's chuckle. The former whacked her on the arm, though the action was not malicious.

"Are you going to the slug club dinner today?" Gen asked, pulling out a chair and taking a seat in a calmer manner than her friend.

Callista nodded, closing a book she had just finished reading. "I go every year. What are you two doing here anyway?" She was in the library, catching up on some homework so she could have the weekend free. Gen and Fallon preferred to stay far away from the library and work in the Slytherin Common Room, taking advantage of the collective homework sessions and many shared answers.

"Looking for you."

Gen sighed, putting her arms on the table and resting her head on them. "I'm going too and I don't know what to wear. And Fallon," she turned to glare at the girl, "is not helping."

"Ah," Callista said, looking between the two. "Weren't you invited, Fallon?"

Fallon sat up straighter. "Oh. No, I was. I just don't care."

Callista nodded, she rarely ever went. She wondered when Slughorn would realise it was pointless inviting her.

"I'll help you pick an outfit," she said to Gen, getting up and gathering her things.

Gen jumped up and clapped her hands together. "Great!" She was hushed and shuffled out of the library soon after with Fallon and Callista trailing behind her.

"What look are you going for?"

"I think you should go slutty," Fallon said wrapping her arm around Gen's shoulder and giving her a little shake. Gen looked horrified.

"I want to make a statement. I need people to know I'm not messing around this year."

Genevieve was one of those people who felt the need to impress, not just everyone else but herself. She loved making people stop and do a double-take and always wanted to up herself.

"Let's go for black, burgundy, or purple. Got some dresses in those colours?"

Gen nodded, a giddy smile forming. "Of course I do."

With her mom being a fashion designer, Callista knew plenty about fashion and colours and the girls always came to her for advice.

The day went past in a blur and left Callista walking into Slughorn's office for the first slug club dinner of the year.

Genevieve chose a dark burgundy dress while she sported a dark green velvet dress. It was simple yet showed off her wealth. Her mother had taught her that was the best route to take for dinner parties. Of course, if she took any other route she would hear about it in a heavy worded letter.

She opened the door to Slughorn's office and offered him a gretting. She sat down at the seat with her name, which was in-between Gen and James.

She said her hellos to James and then gazed around the table to see who was there. From Slughorn's left was Severus, Aidan, Rabastan, Gen, Callista, James, Remus, Stellan, Freya, Anya Chang, Emmeline Vance, Regulus, Evan, Kai Sun, Amelia Harper, and Lily Evans.

She wanted to laugh at the sight of James and Remus stuck between a group of Slytherins. She often wondered what went through Slughorn's mind when he chose seating arrangements but they never failed to be wildly different from the one before.

She recalled last year when Slughorn sat James next to Severus. Worst decision he could have made, and one he never made again. 

James leant towards Callista and whispered, "I still don't get why he invites half the people he does."