Act. X. Kinda close

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Drakonys shakes her head and gives a snort, scratching behind the ear. How long has she been here? She can't even remember the moment he sat down to... To see what? Drakonys gives a snort and rolls his eyes, looking at the window again.

Although she enjoys being at home and likes having vacations, compared to Hogwarts she doesn't have too much to do. Drakonys is bored out of her mind at home. She's done her homework, received a few letters from friends, but in general: nothing worth mentioning. She gives a grumble, hugging her legs and resting her cheek on her knees, a fleeting thought passes without permission, leaving her lips:

"What could Harriet be doing, is she bored too?"

Surely she is. Weasley must not have to buy even twenty centimeters of parchment and the dirty blood must have her Muggle stuff. A chuckle furrows her lips. Maybe when the year starts, Harriet will realize the mistake he made in not choosing her as a friend.

And Harriet will ask her to make amends for that mistake.

It became, in a way that she herself is not aware of, the only thing she fantasizes about during all the vacations: how Harriet comes to her, begging for forgiveness, begging to be friends and how she has pity on stupid people, she will give her that chance. In conclusion, Drakonys only thinks about Harriet and how they will be friends in the next school year. How they will be together like they should have been together from the beginning.

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Tom doesn't avoid the laddish grin as he notices Harriet carrying the bag crossed across her chest, he can assume she's already seen the contents. He goes with Hermione and Ron, the usual. She waves to Hagrid and continues on her way. Tom is momentarily distracted by Drakonys passing by, talking quietly and with no one with her.

"Another year, again stuck with the dirty blood and the weasel. As if they weren't a bloody pest around her." Is she angry? She's furious. Her fantasies formed out of thin air during the vacations simply vanished in a single second with an act Harriet isn't even aware of.

Tom raises an eyebrow, curious at the comment so... Specific?

"Tom," He turns his attention back to Regulus. "Let's go quickly, before all the second years get stuck with the carts."

"There are plenty of wagons to spare." Tom retorts annoyed at the rush he's in.

"You shouldn't take it so easy on your way back," Bellatrix opines with a long smile on her lips. "After all, it will be time to announce that you are the heir of Slytherin. The faster everything happens the sooner you will have your position!" she exclaims excitedly and leaning towards him.

Tom rolls his eyes. Bellatrix's attitude is irritating. Too invasive for his liking. He likes his space, she invades it every now and then. Besides, sooner or later, it will be a warning to give himself. He has the ring he got from the bank to prove it. So he wouldn't be getting a cut every time he goes.

The ring already has his blood in it.

The order doesn't alter the outcome, Slytherin will know they have an heir to their founder and who knows, maybe that will help bring some order to everyone.

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Drakonys keeps her eyes on the Gryffindor table. He moves his lips from time to time, watching Harriet who is talking to her two friends and at the odd moment, the Weasley twins. Drakonys gives a heavy sigh. She's bigger now, or is it her idea? Her shirt looks a little tighter than before, hair just as messy, new frame, this time gold and the glasses bigger.

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