PRETENDING TO LIVE~ {The Lestrange Daughter #2}

𝟏𝟒. Guilty

"Miss Lestrange!" McGonagall's eyes widened upon the scene. "What have you done?"

McGonagall rushed past her to the boy, carefully lifting him into a sitting position.

"Well? Explain yourself immediately! This is very serious!"

"I was just teaching him a little lesson, Professor."

"A lesson? What kind of lesson could possibly result in this!" McGonagall gaped at her, struggling to get the still sobbing boy to his feet.

"I don't know about you Professor, but when someone puts their hands on me, they're lucky to still have them."

"Pardon?" McGonagall frowned.

Valentine sighed irritably and gestured at Nayden.

"That sobbing pile of pathetic right there followed me from the Great Hall and would have forced himself on me if I didn't reduce him to said pile."

McGonagall stared at her for a solitary moment, processing her meaning.

"Oh!" She gasped, dropping the boy completely like he'd bitten her.

He groaned as his head smacked into the ground and he curled into a shaking ball on the grass.

McGonagall stepped over him and hurried towards Valentine, her entire demeanour and expression changed. She grabbed both of the girl's arms gently.

"I apologize, are you alright?"

"Better now that he's not going to be touching anyone or anything for a while." Valentine shrugged indifferently.

Nayden cried louder and McGonagall shot a look at him over her shoulder.

"I'd say." She murmured.

Then two giggling voices followed by footfalls stepped into the courtyard. Then the giggles were cut off abruptly followed by;

"Oh, my, God."

Valentine turned to see Anna and Chloe standing hand in hand just off the walkway, smiles having just clearly dropped off their faces.

"Is he okay?" Anna eyed Nayden and then looked to Valentine. "Isn't that Mr Creepy?"

"Nevermind him." Said McGonagall dismissively. "Go and fetch Professor Snape and the Headmaster immediately!"

The two girls exchanged confused glances.

"Now!" McGonagall urged them.

And with that, the two scurried off.

"Are you sure that you're alright?" McGonagall asked her again, searching her face for some kind of sign of distress.

"I'll live." She shrugged and then nodded to Nayden. "What are you going to do with that?"

"That is why we need Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. This kind of behaviour is totally deplorable, utterly barbaric. It will not be stood for, I promise you."

"What in the hell have you done this time?" A familiar voice growled out behind them.

"Ah. Just in time." Valentine turned to Snape. "This thing put his hands where I didn't want them."

"And you...?" Snape prompted.

"...Broke both his finger and his perverted spirit at the very least."

Snape huffed in annoyance.

"This isn't exactly what I had planned for tonight either, you know." Valentine scowled.

"This is Karkaroff's territory." Snape ignored her last comment.

"You are Miss Lestrange's Head of House, Severus." McGonagall reminded him.