Treacherous || T. Nott

TWO

Looking at herself in the mirror, Tara sighed. She turned to look at her best friend, who was staring down at her newly done nails. Theo had paid for Peyton's, a fact that lingered in Tara's mind as a mix of gratitude and guilt washed over her.

But her eyes were examining Peyton's figure in their Hogwarts uniform.

"I wonder how you manage to look so pretty in your uniform," commented Tara as she studied Peyton's figure. "How does one get as pretty as you, Blackwood?" she inquired, genuinely curious about Peyton's secrets to looking so effortlessly elegant.

Peyton blew a bubble with her gum as she zoned out. In all honestly, she was way too used to being called perfect or beautiful, or gorgeous. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful but sometimes she wished people would see something much beyond her beauty.

She was well aware of her beauty but she wanted to be remembered as something more than that.

Peyton was extremely powerful but everyone would assume that she was picked for something just because of her looks but in reality she was born with power.

"I don't know, T. You just gotta have confidence in yourself." Answered Peyton. Underneath her teasing exterior, she was actually thinking about her next plan on how to succeed on her mission. She needed to be quick.

She wasn't going to stay at Hogwarts forever after all and she couldn't be attached to any of those people she claimed as her friends.

No feelings shown, no feelings hurt.

"Confident? I am confident enough i just wonder how you seem to look so much better than me in everything you wear."

"I don't know, Blackwood things I guess" Peyton replied as Tara shrugged at her response "Yeah I have to be honest, you look like a fish out of water in that uniform."

"I know!" Tara exclaimed. "I look ugly in this."

Applying lipgloss to her lips, Tara glanced at Peyton once again who was checking out her breast in the mirror. "You seem closer to my brother these past few week."

"Charmer, he is." Peyton decided to act innocent, like she always did.

The game she was playing was the epitome of dangerous but she didn't care. She valued her freedom more than anything else.

Call her selfish or whatever but it was for her own good.

"We have always been this close, T."

"Sure?" Tara raised her eyebrow, refusing to believe her. "You've never really been on top of him-what were you doing with him anyways."

Peyton's eyes widened at the sudden question but she decided to shake it off her. "I was trying to help him with his headache, I am a prodigy at healing spells after all."

"Headache?" Tara was trying her best to contain her smirk that was crippling up to her lips.

The younger Slytherin witch couldn't go a day without visiting the ladies to reapply her makeup. It had become her daily routine to do so.

"He was drinking so much, and i had to help him with it."

It wasn't a lie.

It totally wasn't a lie, was it?

Tara did the same thing Peyton did with the mirror and she finally marched towards the exit with Peyton following right behind her.

"I can't with Theodore," Tara exclaimed. "Such a pain in my arse. What he did was so unfair!"

"Are you talking about those rumors?"

"Absolutely. He went too far this time. Dean was suspended because of him."