𝐈 was a witch, a good one at that I might add. But I don't matter, not right now. You'll soon enough find out who I am and probably love or either hate me for it.
My sixth year in Hogwarts had just begun and I felt more nervous with every minute that passed as my ass sat in the slytherin common room. Yeah you probably guessed it, im a slytherin, uhhh surprise???
To say I was a disappointment was indeed correct but more to that later. The beginning of every school year here had been horrible, anxiety and stress were ruining my first days.
Passing the test used to be the highest priority when my dad was still alive but now he's rotting somewhere under the ground or whatever. We never got that much along anyway so seeing him die in front of me didn't trigger anything in the slightest (it did but I don't wanna talk about it)
Now you here might be thinking what the hell is wrong with me but the real thing is what isn't?
This year was my penultimate and I was going to enjoy it with my friends as long as it lasts.
I was ripped out of my thoughts when some fifth grader girls entered the room and began talking about a new guy joining us this year and from how intense they were giggling i could basically feel how hot he was without even seeing him.
Little bitches I thought to myself as i stood up and walked to my dorm room I shared with Pansy, Astoria and Daphne, to my surprise they weren't here.
Pansy was probably rizzing some guy, Astoria was with Draco (my cuties and probably the least toxic couple ever) and Daphne was probably smoking weed hiding from filch who would probably hang her.
Daphne and Filch had beef ever since first grade, only god knows why.
As I was being alone I pulled out the map of the marauder's from under my bed, i stole it from a certain mister potter when he wasn't looking.
I opened it and watched who was around my dorm or close to overhear.
Since no one was close I pulled out a box full of dark objects one of them being a diadem with a crow and beautiful blue stones.
I found it in the room of requirements, god knows who'd hide something this valuable and full of black magic there.
Still it was gorgeous so I kept it with me.
I took the container with salt and poured in onto the floor in a pentagram, to finish it of i added some details with white chalk.
Black candles were put on every corner of the star and I let them flame up with a hand swing, how much I loved wand less magic.
I sat into the middle and began whispering before I grabbed the pendant which hung around my neck.
I was failing on what I have been trying to achieve for years now, necromancy. I wanted to control the dead and living, now this might sound bizarre but I knew I could.
This was only to stop mister noseless.
I needed my revenge and he sure as hell wouldn't stop me. For my age I was gifted (not my own words.)
My father saw me as a disappointment but my powers kept him sticking to my side. The whispers which had left my mouth hadn't done anything in the slightest not even a motion was here in the room but I definitely did shiver.
I opened one of my eyes and looked around seeing nothing had changed. My chapped lips let out a huff as I stood up from my seat straightening out the black skirt.
Before I could clean up my small ritual (which had failed) my brunette best friend pansy stomped into the room ripping the door open.
Immediately I waved my hand and the map and the necklace disappeared into nothingness, hiding under a clocking spell.
"S, what's taking so long? The ceremony is starting and I heard a new cute guy is joining us this year, chop chop!"
