Opia / D.M 18+

L E V I S O M N O U S

{Watchful}

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I had somehow woken up earlier than the girls, though it was to be expected, due to the amount of alcohol they had consumed over the past twenty-four hours. I expected that they would want to sleep in, so I decided I'd have a shower. As the water trickled down my pale skin, everything was able to wash away. The uneasy feelings about Malfoy, the forever changing game of cards we had been playing. What puzzled me most, was the fact that it was changing when it did. Why hadn't he tried to change it before now, to decline the hand he was dealt. 

While massaging my strawberry and vanilla shampoo through my hair, I realised that our game had been changing for a while, a long time now. Our card game began during third year, he was the one who started it, he dealt the cards, I just played along. If he was so tired of our game, why did he want to play it in the first place?

I tried to let the shower wash away all the unwanted feelings, though it became clear that they wouldn't disappear down the drain and the steel walls in the back of my head were needed once again. Occlumency really was second nature to me, the cold and brutal pureblood ways of thinking were permanently branded into my head. From as young as four years old, I feared the same fate would find Opal, that she too, would turn into an emotionless shell.

Walking around the empty corridors felt new, I had never really woken up that early before. The halls were silent, only a few Ravenclaws were to be seen, scattering around, mostly with books in their hands. I was always confused whenever someone told me they thought I should be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I thought I was a Slytherin through and through, though apparently not. Most people tended to judge me off the first look, as if they had never heard the saying, don't judge a book by its cover. 

The great hall was pretty much empty too, although I didn't check the time, I could tell it wasn't even past seven-thirty yet. I sat down at the Slytherin table, alone, looking over the array of different options. I picked up an apple and began to eat the sour sphere, nose stuck in a book, completely blocked off from the world. 

"Morning, Angel." His smug voice sounded directly opposite me.

It became quite clear that he wasn't in the same mood as last night, no. That morning, he was cocky, I could tell he was full of himself, ready to play another round. But the way that name rolled off his tongue intrigued me, pulled me closer. I had somehow always despised how he called me that, though I had no idea why, I couldn't remember when he started using it, I couldn't remember why.

I snapped my book closed and looked directly into his stone-cold sapphires, "Why do you call me that?" I narrowed my eyes.

He scoffed slightly, crossing his arms and leaning them on the table, "You don't remember?" He tilted his head in slight confusion.

"Don't remember what?" I spat, I was in no mood for his cockiness, especially when he had just ruined my morning.

"When we were-"

"Morning Ames." Luis yawned as he sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly, "You two weren't fighting were you?" He narrowed his eyes, looking between Malfoy and I.

"Fighting? Don't know what you're talking about. Angel here was just enjoying her breakfast." Malfoy replied, his expression had contorted into one of frustration.

"Right..." Luis narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

I scoffed as I picked up my apple and continued to read my book. 

"Jesus Ames, how can you read those words?" Luis asked dramatically as he read my book over my shoulder.

I sighed as I was once again disturbed, "Just because your small brain can't comprehend my words, doesn't mean you get to go and make fun of them."