May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

ONE ☆ BLACK

Fuck 'perfect' Mona Monhagen.

And not in the fun way.

The only thing Mona has going for her is her damn looks. With luscious black hair flowing down her mid-back, seductive brown eyes, and full plump lips, she has everyone fooled.

She's not kind. She's not reliable. She's not friendly.

Mona's the only person I know that truly only cares for herself. She's silent in group settings, picking at the skin around her fingers and tapping her foot impatiently.

She's got maybe three friends, all of which I don't like.

Gryphon Bloodvest, Annabella Greenwell, and Kaeda Wyatt.

Bloodvest is 'dating' Theo Nott, a friend of mine, meaning her presence is something that I'm unfortunately familiar with. Greenwell is best friends with Enzo Berkshire, one that is more tolerable than the other. And, Kaeda hates Tom Riddle, practically starting a feud with all of the Slytherins.

I glare holes into her head from where I sit in potions class, her quill scratching the parchment obnoxiously as she copies the notes from Snape's board.

"-add three snail shells, one root of valerian, and crushed asphodel." He concludes, her quill dropping when she finishes.

I roll my eyes. Perfect Monhagen, even Snape's fooled by her looks. I bet that's how she's top of the class. Either that or she's screwing the teacher.

Every once in awhile, he slips up and calls her by her first name, only furthering my suspicions.

Theo nudges my elbow, smudging ink across my parchment. I clench my teeth in order to stop myself from having an outburst.

Snape dismisses us to continue our potions and it's not long before our murky gray potion is simmering over the open flame. Theo looks proud despite the potion being wrong.

"Fifteen points to Slytherin." Snape says loudly, patting Monhagen's shoulder with his hand before moving towards our table.

I roll my eyes as I catch a glimpse of her green boiling potion.

"Better luck next time, boys." Snape mutters, huffing in annoyance.

I drop my forehead to the table as Mona walks past, the smell of her strawberry perfume hitting me like a brick wall. Snape wanders around the classroom, docking points from other houses.

Theo knocks his arm into mine for the second time. "It's okay, babe. I know just a way to relieve all that pent up frustration."

I pick my head up and glare at him, watching him wink suggestively.

I grumble under my breath and the bell rings, leaving us to head to our next classes.

"I don't understand what we did wrong. We copied your notes directly." Theo says, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I snort. "Maybe, just maybe, if you didn't bump my arm, like the complete dipstick you are, we'd have the actual notes instead of the smudged ones."

He shrugs, disappearing down a corner as I make my way to the medical wing.

I knock three times, Madame Pomfrey pulling the door open and gesturing for me to come inside. She pats the bench and tells me to sit. I listen to her instructions, watching as she starts using her wand to examine me.

"Still no signs of aging, mister Black." She says in astonishment. "You truly are one of magics mysteries."

"In all due respect, Madame Pomfrey," I pause, flicking my eyes to her, "if there were any signs of aging, I suspect they would've started a year ago after they pulled me out of the water."