COMPATIBLE DAMAGE

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"Getting gifts already? I thought the time was at dinner." Enzo leaned in across the table to peak.

I closed the note quickly trying to not raise suspicion.

"Who's it from?" he sat back down.

"I don't know, it's not signed." i frowned.

"A secret admirer?" he wiggled his brows.
"Shut up" i laughed.

The others were sitting in silence.
I knew why Pansy was being quiet, I am see why Tom isn't talkative either, but Theo?

Has something happened between them two?

I figured i would question Theo on our date, i had to take care of other stuff before then.

"Guys i'll see you later, i have to go." I got up and went to my dorm quickly, i noticed Tom's eyes follow my movements, i narrowed my eyes at him.

I sped down the stairs and bumped into a few seventh year's boys in our common room.

"Watch where you're going sweetheart." one of them laughed.
"Why in such a hurry? Stay with us." another one joined.

"Fuck off." i glowed my eyes at them making them all step back with their hands in the air.
Definitely one of my favorite tricks.

I got to my dorm and plopped down on my bed.

I opened the gift carefully, expecting it blow up in my face for some reason.

Instead there was an envelope sealed with a white wax and a bird engraved in it, just like my ring.

I broke the seal and opened it.
There were a bunch of pictures inside.

The first one was a train hall.
The second one- the quidditch pitch.
The third one- the hall in boys' dorms in slytherin house.
The fourth one - a fairy.
The fifth one- a dark alley.
The sixth, seventh and eighth ones- blank, just white.

I'm sorry, what the fuck is this?

What purpose would sending me these serve?

Ughhhhhh.

I didn't have any ideas as to what to do with all this and i was tired of dealing with everything on my  own.

So i took out the notebook and vented to it.

I wrote about what back-stabbing bitches Tom and Pansy are, the numbers that fairies wrote, the mystery gifts.

Infery locked up in the Chamber of secrets did not seem wise to share, at least for now, so i decided to skip this one.

The more i wrote the more i wanted to share, i felt so at ease.

This couldn't hurt me, a memory locked up in a book couldn't betray me, right?

I could use another friend, i had only Theo, Enzo  that could count as a closer relation, at least here.

But i couldn't tell them.

They don't need that kind of shit on their minds, it's bad enough that they have to worry about deatheater buisness and choosing sides.

I wrote about the pictures, described them with detail, but Sal seemed to hold himself back on this one, turns out secrets are not that fun for either side.

Since when do i call him Sal? what the hell.

Tho he did feel like a friend by now, like an equal, not a superior. 

The great Salazar Slytherin, one of the most powerful, darkest wizards in history, one of the founders of Hogwards and i call him Sal.

Suddenly the notebook was snatched from my hands, a wave of panic flushed my veins in a fraction of a second.