Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
March, 1978.
"... Is it true?"
Biting my tongue to keep from screaming, I look up and towards the doorway to the classroom I'd sought private refuge in. But rather than dignify his question with a response, I roll my eyes and bring my attention back down to my wand.
I can't seem to concentrate on even the simplest of tasks.
It'd actually be laughable how pathetic my recent spellcasting's been, if not for the fact that I'm honestly starting to get concerned that those around me may sense weakness.
... Sure enough, it appears as though someone's sniffed it out already ...
"... You can ignore me, but I won't go away. At least not so easily. I'm like the song that's stuck in your head."
"You're like the fly I can't seem to swat."
I growl my reply back, my temper winning out over any attempt to appear calm and unbothered.
For Salazar's Sake, don't let him see you sweat -
The sound of the door shutting behind him.
Shutting, and locking.
And though I don't look up from my place in the centre of the room, though I keep my back to him, I know he can see the way my muscles just tensed.
... But of course he noticed that
He notices absolutely everything
Because that's what predators do, right?
They see, they sense, they probe
And then - when the moment's right - they hunt.
But he's not quite ready to hunt me yet ...
He's still toying with me, testing me ...
But I've made a few fatal mistakes with him already
And sooner or later, if given the chance, he'll go in for the kill
... So for Merlin's sake, give the illusion of strength ...
My ears completely attuned to his movements, I consider the way he steps towards me now. Slow footsteps: partly theatrical - an attempt to unnerve me - and partly compulsive - he just can't help himself when he's around me.
And now -
Now he's right behind me
Pocketing my wand, I whisper to him. I aim for a glacial tone of voice and hit that mark brilliantly, "Well, out with it. What do you want, then?"
"You know what I want."
It's the teasing that really gets under my skin with him
That, and his complete refusal to recognise my authority
Seditious
Always seditious, even when I'm the clear leader of the group
And now, he comes to a stop right behind me. So close that if he moved forward just a hair, he'd press lightly into me.
"... Mulciber."
It's not just an acknowledgement, it's a warning.
A sigh into my neck, as he continues to hover, "Evaaaaan."
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