Clandestine | Theodore Nott

Christmas

"Draco, Theodore, come."

Draco and Theodore walked over to The Dark Lord and bowed.

"Let the ceremony begin."

The Death Eaters spoke in Latin as they held their hand up to the ceiling. Draco and Theodore got on their knees and raised their left arms, forearms facing upward.

Starla forced her eyes open, she was breathing heavily. Involuntary tears filled her eyes and streamed down the sides of her face as she stared up at the ceiling. The room was dark. She knew it was overdramatic, but she was scared that Voldemort would be lurking behind her curtains, so she turned the light on her bedside table on. She glanced at the alarm clock, 4.35 A.M.

"Fuck's sake."

She made the executive decision to go and talk to Alioth. She didn't really care if he was having the best sleep in his life or not. She put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. She opened the door of her room as silently as possible, it clicked as she shut it carefully. She walked in the direction of her brother's room while massaging her eye with the back of her hand and stretched her arms.

She knocked twice gently before opening it, just to make sure that if he—for some odd reason—were awake, he would be aware of her coming in. He slept soundly under the covers. She squinted her eyes to be able to see better while walking to his bed.

"Ali," she whispered while shaking him gently.

He stirred, but didn't wake up. She shook him more aggressively.

"Fuck— what?" croaked he.

"Wake up," whispered she.

"I am you cretin," he opened his eyes reluctantly.

"We're going for a walk."

"What's gotten into you?" he asked with a frown after glancing at the clock on his nightstand.

"I just want to go for a walk Alioth," she sounded almost desperate.

He sighed, "Fine. Wait by the back door."

•

Regulus Black had walked up to the third floor, where Alioth's and Starla's rooms were located, on the opposite sides of the story. "The Malfoy's will be here soon!"

"Okay!" the both of them shouted from their rooms, opening their doors a fraction.

He smiled at their annoyed tones and walked back downstairs. Starla had fallen asleep for two hours after her little promenade with Alioth, and she felt like something that had died and then been reincarnated. She was in the middle of putting on the dress she was going to wear to the Malfoy's that evening, she only needed to try it on first. The gown was pale blue silk, it cinched her waist and had a minimalistic trumpet type silhouette with a deep off-shoulder décolletage. It showed her small cleavage off well. She looked sexy. The color contrasted and flattered her pale skin and dark features. She pulled on a pair of black peep-toe, platform pumps with about four inches of height. Her feet hurt madly at the end of every occasion she wore heels on, she trusted that there would be champagne. She inspected herself in the mirror on a task to find any imperfections, she did not succeed and smiled. She pulled the dress off quickly, zipping it down in a smooth motion. It slipped off of her and hit the floor with a soft thud.

Then, she turned her gaze at the other gown, it was hanging from a hanger by her closet door. The décolletage wasn't as deep as on the first, it had an oval, off shoulder neckline. The color was a dark green—for Christmas—and the fabric was also silk, it had to be, any other fabric would have looked odd with the fit of it. Almost all of her gowns had a trumpet style skirt, it flattered her body well. The tail was court; a narrow tail extending about a meter behind the girl. Starla grabbed the gown gently and stepped swiftly into it, she slipped her arms through the holes and pulled the zipper up. She decided not to wear high heels, she was at home anyway, and stepped into a pair of pumps with about a two-inch heel. She analyzed her figure in the mirror, turning just a bit to the left to see the back and bum. She came to the conclusion that she looked marvelous, she smiled and exited her room. She hadn't adjusted to the weight of the dress, she hadn't been in one like it since the summer. After a few moments of walking, she remembered the tactic her mother had taught her when she was a child, she began walking swiftly through the dark concourse of the third story of the manor.