𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜 ━━ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧 049. young and sweet, only seventeen
( warning: mentions of sexual assault )
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𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 with an unbearable smile creeping onto her crimson lips. She hated it—all the smile and heartwarming feelings. It made her want to rip all her hair out.
Upon entering, she noticed the room just as empty as the Gryffindors' was, except for Severus Snape sitting on the couch and waiting impatiently.
"What did Lily say?" He asked in a hurry.
"She's absolutely furious," she told him. "And upset, you were utterly wrong."
"I know that, and what did you say?" He asked impatiently, the lack of Lily in his life was really scrambling his brain.
"I am not getting in the middle of it anymore, Severus," Scarlet told him sternly. "I tried and she made a good point, some things are unforgivable, and even if forgivable, they're unforgettable."
"Did you even try?" He came to stand right in front of her.
"I did," she scoffed out of irritation. "You hurt her, and the last thing you want to do is force her to forgive you for selfish reasons such as finding your own peace,"
"You're saying I deserve to suffer for what those gits did?"
"I am saying you deserve to suffer for what you did, do not put the blame on somebody else," Scarlet firmly snapped back.
"You know, I doubt you even talked to Lily," Severus' tone was laced with venom. Scarlet heard the door cracking open, but her attention remained on the boy nonetheless, his eyes burning with rage. "After all, you're so busy being another notch on Black's dirty belt,"
"Don't you dare talk to her that way," it was Regulus who entered, watching the pair intensely as he jumped to defend Scarlet despite not knowing what they were arguing about. He would always defend Scarlet. Especially when someone was speaking to her in such an atrocious manner.
Severus—burning in fury still—glanced between Scarlet and Regulus as soon as the boy firmly stood next to her, ready to defend.
"You know what, Silas Abrams was right, you are a wasted and damaged wretch," he said, shaking his head. Scarlet's breath caught in her throat at the mention of Silas' name, and his words cut sharper than a knife. "The moment that blood traitor gets disowned, you'll jump the spare Black's dick so you can be the next bride the Blacks bring home,"
