The Hogwarts Descendant

Chapter 79

Dahlia arrived back at the Cottage, completely forgetting she had gifted Luna a membership amongst their ranks. Dahlia walked in behind Draco, Theo, and Pansy, bumping into the back of them when they stopped cold.

Dahlia pushed her way forward, sensing the change of tension in the room. She stopped short when she saw Luna sitting on Blaise's lap, surrounded by her other Slytherins. Dahlia glanced around, trying to read the room before she spoke. No one seemed to mind Luna's appearance, but everyone was focused on her's.

"I'm glad to see everyone." Dahlia wasn't sure what else to say. That was her first thought when she found everyone gathered safely in the kitchen.

"Is he dead?" Blaise was blunt, looking to Draco for confirmation.

"He's dead," Draco confirmed, getting over his surprise and taking a place at the kitchen table like nothing was afoot. Dahlia followed suit, moving to take a chair of her own but Draco redirected her. He sat her square on his lap, snaking an arm around her waist to hold her in place.

The entire table breathed a breath of relief at the news, and the tension relaxed in the room. A few relieved smiles were shared before Dahlia turned to Luna, reaching out to grasp her hand.

"I'm glad you're here," Dahlia squeezed Luna's hand comfortingly. She turned to everyone, "Guys, this is Luna. Most of you probably know her as -"

"Blaise's girl!" Crispin was nearly bounding out of his seat, smile leering at them. "The one you fucked after Dumbledore's Arm-"

"That's enough!" Both Blaise and Dahlia silenced him simultaneously. They turned to Luna as if expecting her to be mad but Luna was beaming, eyes twinkling as she glanced at Dahlia.

"You told them?" Mirth was bubbling from her lips, eyes almost proud.

"We play horrible drinking games," Dahlia explained with a wince.

"I can't wait to play," Luna laughed again, turning to place a comforting kiss on Blaise's disgruntled lips.

"Luna's decided to join us," Dahlia explained to everyone else at the table. "She'll train like we did, and live here with us, and fight here with us."

"She'll stay with me!" Blaise called out quickly. He lowered his voice, face flushing as he reiterated softly, "I mean, she won't be needing a room. She'll just stay with me."

"Did you just ask me to live with you?" Luna cocked a brow at Blaise, her trance-like voice making it hard to decipher if she was angry or placant.

"I seem to recall a similar discussion between you two," Dahlia turned with humor twinkling in her eyes to Daphne and Theo.

"Clearly he learns from my victories," Theo retorted smugly, ignoring the slap on the arm Daphne delivered.

"Looks like we're the only singles, Park," Cris turned to Pansy with a well practiced smile and flirtatious wink. "Care to shack up?"

"In your dreams, Rosier," Pansy rolled her eyes in feign disgust, though Dahlia didn't miss the tug of a smile on her lips. She pocketed that for later, intending to inquire about exactly what kind of friendship had formed between Pansy and Cris.

Luna's eyes traveled around the table, looking at each odd member in Dahlia's group. There wasn't any judgement in her gaze, nor was their surprise either which Dahlia found odd. When Luna's eyes flickered to Dahia's last, she spoke with amusement in her voice. "We are an odd group, aren't we?"

"The weirdest," Theo agreed wholeheartedly.

Draco snorted. Dahlia turned to him, sharing a smile with him before she turned back to face the others. Her hair moved as she did, landing across her shoulder. The back of her neck was exposed, the mark from Death eye level with the Slytherin Prince.