[Book 2]
❝ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.❞
Serena's fourth year at Hogwarts begins, but with no less drama than the previous year. Although Sirius Black was acquitted of all charges, not...
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• Serena Black •
„All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time."
"Honestly, I didn't think you were coming," Hall greeted her, handing Serena the black rose that matched her dress and surname amazingly well, as if he had known about her colour choice. "I wouldn't put it past you."
The Gryffindor forced a weak smile and accepted the rose. "Thank you. And honestly, I was thinking the same thing about before," she replied. A little nervously, she fiddled with one of the thorns with her gloved hand, glad that the Slytherin wasn't wearing such a dorky ceremonial cloak as Ron was. In fact, he looked quite handsome in his light blue robes. Underneath, he wore an ivory waistcoat with silver stitching, which was also found in his cape-like cloak. The colour of his bow tie did not seem to have been left to chance either and was of the same blue as that of his long jacket and suit trousers.
Serena almost had to laugh out loud when she noticed how fascinated his gaze wandered down her body, almost as if he wanted to memorise every little detail. "Be careful that your eyes don't fall out of your head," she teased.
"My sincere apologies, Miss Black, but with such a breathtaking sight, I just can't help myself," he grinned and added breathlessly, "You look like a queen."
Serena couldn't help her cheeks turning pink. Though of course she didn't give a damn about his slimy replies and was glad when he held out his arm to her so their awkward small talk came to an end. "Shall we go in then?"
Only now did she notice that they were by now the only ones still standing around in the entrance hall and that muffled dance music was already emanating from inside the Great Hall. Anyway, that way they would be able to sneak through the double doors unnoticed, as everyone was already busy dancing. Or so Serena thought.
The moment Hall pulled open the heavy double door, Serena could feel the many eyes on her. Questioning and judging, as if they had never seen anything stranger in their lives, they whispered something into their partner's or their friends' ear behind held hands. The Gryffindor accompanied by a Slytherin could well imagine what they were probably saying. They know nothing, the Gryffindor thought impassively, but a voice in the back of her mind contradicted that perhaps they knew more than she did. There had been many girls before her who had fallen for the blond. Even though she never in her life thought of becoming one of them. On the contrary. She was the one who expected advantages from this evening.
Serena only perceived the crowd as a dim whole, individual faces were impossible for her to recognise. If Hall hadn't touched her lightly on the arm to tell her to enter the hall, she probably wouldn't have moved an inch. She took a deep breath before she was led past the contorted faces of the Slytherins and the perplexed expressions of her own housemates to the edge of the dance floor.
