I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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"Gabriel Lestrange is the most capable out of all candidates."
"Gabriel Lestrange also happens to despise my guts."
Tom huffed, annoyance openly displayed on his face. "Well, then who?"
"Rosier. He seems good enough."
"The only thing Rosier is good at is drowning in his cups and whores." He drawled, swishing the liquid in his goblet in circles.
It was tedious, trying to decide who would be the sixth and seventh members to join us in order to initiate the disguisement ritual. So far, we were having a hard time coming to a mutual agreement.
"There is also Walburga Black. She joined my group shortly after you left."
I froze. Walburga was a subject I still did not know how to approach. I did regret using her for my own means, and after our rather heated fallout, I wasn't sure if she would be so keen on forgiving me. Not to mention, apologising was something that I had not yet come to terms with. Walburga seemed the type of woman who would not soften easily, and trust, once broken, was improbable to repair.
"No. Not her. She might purposefully fail in order to get her revenge on me."
Tom rose a brow. "For that little stunt in Hogsmeade? Or for snogging me after trying to steal my diary— which was terribly unsuccessful by the way."
I could sense the heat creeping up my face at the memory of that day. "Oh, shut up."
As if the mention of her name was a summoning charm, I suddenly noticed the distorted figure of Walburga getting clearer and clearer as she got closer, and my mind registered a second too late that she was walking in our direction. I quickly grabbed Tom's arm and whirled him around so he was standing in front of me, blocking the witch's view of me. I pulled my hood down, panicked fingers struggling in their haste.
"Pretend like I'm talking to you," I whispered to the boy, who gave me a weird look.
"You are talking to me." He deadpanned.
"Fucking idiot," I muttered, peeking over his shoulder to see how close she was, and to my horror, she had noticed Tom and was walking directly over to him. When I looked back at Tom again, he looked strangely offended at the little insult. "Speak of the devil and she shall appear. It's Walburga and it looks like she's approaching you."
Tom's eyes slightly widened in panic, before they flickered over my head at something behind me. "Avery is heading here too. Go to him and walk away. We will all meet in the Room of Requirements."
