Midnight Rain - L.B.

F I V E

But nothin' is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go

September 16th, 1997
Slytherin Boy's Dormitories
11:07 pm | Tatum Vaughneton

"Do you think I could get away with murder?"

"No, Onyx. I do not think you can get away with murdering someone." I mumbled, yawning and turning over to face her while I pulled the blankets with me, still a bit tired.

I had managed to convince Draco to let me pass out in his bed after I got back from showering.

Lucille followed along and slept in bed beside me while Blaise slept on his bed with Onyx on top of him and Lorenzo and Draco passed out on Enzo's bed.

It was normal for us all to sleep a good few hours after a game, even Lucille and Onyx who didn't do anything but scream at the other team.

We'd fall asleep wherever was comfortable, sleep a minimum of five hours, wake up and do either nothing or smoke for an hour, then go back to sleep.

Blaise, Enzo, Luce, and Draco had left about twenty minutes ago to "get booze" - Draco's words, not mine.

Onny sat on Blaise's bed with a smile plastered to her face while she absentmindedly played with the small green beaded friendship bracelet on her wrist.

"Yeah, me neither. Luce couldn't. Draco couldn't. Maybe Blaise or Enzo could."

I snorted and sat up. "Draco couldn't but Lorenzo could? That's completely absurd."

"Draco's a fucking softy with a breeding kink." She raised an eyebrow at me and leaned her chin on the palm of her hand, her nails barely brushing her bottom lip. "Lorenzo- I don't know. I'm willing to bet he wouldn't tell anyone if one of us did some shit like that. And didn't he accidentally kill his cat one time?"

"He didn't know cats couldn't eat grapes. He was devastated and cried for days. Not at all the same as murder."

"It seemed to be a bit premeditated. Why didn't he call Mummsy? Why did she only eat it when nobody but Enzo was home?"

"He was in shock. Remember? Mummsy came home and he was curled up crying in a corner. Also, he was seven. He could not have gotten away with purposefully killing his cat when he was seven."

"Just saying."

"We are not debating Noodle's death. Have some respect for the cat, Onny. Everyone loved her. Just not the grape."

Onyx bit back a laugh and shook her head. "Fine. No more murder talk at all. How's your shitty- I mean amazing guy friend?"

I rolled my eyes at her and crossed my legs. "Be nice. He hasn't done anything wrong."

"Yeah. I know. Besides not showing up to your first quidditch game as captain, and constantly leaving you to "study", I heard he still talks to one of his ex-girlfriends, he's blond, he stood you up once, he's got slight anger issues-" She paused, counting the things she listed on her fingers. "He only looks at your tits."

I pressed my lips together and crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you done?"

"For now. I'm just saying, I don't think he's a good guy for you. You could have anyone and you picked him. Go back to fucking Ana for Godric's sake." She huffed, tapping her fingers against her chin and blowing a breath of annoyance. "I'm telling you, Tate. You have other options. I'm on your side, always, I just don't want to see you upset."