Waltz of Sinners

5

Malfoy, the elven years old boy was starting to grate on the last of her nerves. He harped on and on about himself, calling her slurs behind her back never to her face so she retaliated in kind, playing pranks like making his hair completely disappear for a day and hiding her signatures so that her magic cannot be traced but Professor Flitwick had somehow known it was her who had done it. He had asked her to stay back praised her advanced charm, shown her the error in the spell she had used to hide her signature while casting, taken ten points and awarded her 20 in turn. With that he had also simultaneously cemented his place as Sera's favourite teacher.

The tension had only increased between her and her year mates but Sera had ignored it all, keeping a bright smile on her face. She had an image to live up to after all and 'The girl who lived' was not someone who had bad days. Sera Potter was a symbol of hope. She was bright, powerful and perfect little soldier, but Seraphina Black, the girl who wore the skin of Sera Potter, was none of that. If Sera Potter was a Gryffindor than Seraphina Potter was a Slytherin down to her very core.

She entered the Slytherin dormitory with Marcus Flint. It had been a long day of practice and Sera for the first time had let go of all her worries and plans and allowed herself a moment to just breathe. To enjoy the feeling of air in her long auburn hair enjoying the moment till it lasted. She was a bit surprised from the amount of students there. Her eyes landed on a certain boy's bleached blonde hairs and Sera couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. She knew that he was a pureblood but god would it kill him to stop flexing his pureblood status for one minute. Well the answer was apparently no.

A slight hush fell in the room and Sera from the corner of her eyes saw the current Slytherin King leaning against the wall hidden in the shadows of the room but Sera was pretty sure the blonde ferret had no idea about him being there. She knew he would be busy trying to earn his favour if he was aware of Heir Warrington's presence. She felt Marcus stiffen behind him but Sera relaxed she had been waiting for this moment. She knew that dumb little ferret was too stupid to realize this but if he attacked her first than he would be giving Sera the lovely chance to defend herself without her facing any consequence for injuring the oh so precious heir of Malfoy family.

"And there she is, the filthy little half-blood who fancies herself a snake" Malfoy crowed stepping out into the middle of the room to meet her, a ring of students surrounding them. From behind her Marcus stepped forward and Sera blinked in surprise, from what she had gathered Flint's family was known to be firm supporters of the Dark Lord so for him to step up. It was an interesting turn of event. An even that made her wonder just how sure were Dumbledore and Voldemort were in the colour of their pawns because from where she was standing, it seems like these new pawns were full of colours. Colours that made it hard for her to understand just where they fell. She gave Daphne a look to stop her from stepping into this little show down.

"I would suggest you watch your tongue, Heir Malfoy" Marcus spoke with a perfectly even tone and while Sera appreciated his effort she wanted to deal with this personally.

Malfoy scoffed looking up at Marcus with a look of disdain and my-oh-my. the little ferret learned how to bite. Seraphina was so proud "I am just teaching her where she belongs. What is wrong with that Heir Flint? Or should I consider you a blood traitor as well fraternizing with the enemy but I guess that was expected" he gave her a once over a look of pure disdain etched on his face. Sera wondered with a smile on her face how good it would feel to simply gouge out those annoying little grey eyes out. A simple Accio would do the job but that would be too easy, too easy to satisfy the part of her that carved chaos. She knew her smile must look a tad unhinged because she felt some of the students take a step back so she tempered down her smile into the same polite one she usually gave to people when they first meet.