𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𓂃𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚

Side mission

The heated conversation left some stains in the atmosphere. Priscilla stood up and crossed her arms, watching as the other girls were deep in thoughts. She sighed, tapping her feet for some seconds then spoke up.
'Okay, everybody is alive? Alright? No one died, I hope. Just asking because all of you are acting like breathing corpses.'
Dalia shot her a glare, and she immediately understood to shut up.
'...well. Let's be serious for a minute. You chose this. So you better accept this.'
Priscilla walked to where the giant doors were closed, and with a swift movements of her hands, she opened them, revealing Tom Riddle and his knights. The boys immediately walked in, while Tom stopped beside her, whispering into her ear, almost brushing against her.
'There was no trouble, I hope?'
'One of my girls quit. But she's not important anyway.'
'Hm...'

He slowly walked towards the table, standing next to his boys, looking down at her girls with a charming smile.
Rosier took out his wand, and magically, the table transferred into a bigger version of itself, and six more chairs appeared next to the other six. They all sat down, at one table with her girls who were just too shy, too confused, too stunned, or too afraid to speak or move.

Tom was sitting in front of Priscilla, softly smiling at her.
'Thank you, Priscilla...'
She had to fight the urge to giggle. She doesn't know if she wanted to giggle because he sounded funny, acting all sweet and kind, or because she found it cute.
'The pleasure is all mine to... accept all of you into the Knights of Walpurgis.'
He smiled. The darkness of the room covered the lines of his smile, the candles made his eyes shine for a moment. He looked scary. Oh but she saw him as divine.

The next day Priscilla, Dalia, Rodolphus, and Evan decided to visit Hosgmade. They tried to convince Tom to go with them, even though they already knew he would say no.
They all ordered butterbeer and sat down somewhere in the corner. They saw Narcissa Black, and her sister, Bellatrix. They were a few years younger than them. Lestrange already knew that he has to marry Bellatrix. And he knew it will be a disaster.
'Don't look behind us—'
Rosier immediately, and very obviously, turned around, and caught the eyes of the two girls.
'You bloody bastard.' Lestrange grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him back.

In the future, Rosier was killed. He and Dalia had... something. Priscilla knows Dalia is a quiet and shy girl, but there's a reason why she's in Slytherin. Rosier is loud, cocky and arrogant. A match made in a messy maze. Everyone knew they had something going on, but they never acted with the chances. So when Rosier died, Dalia was broken. She became more introverted than she already was. She bought a mansion in the middle of nowhere and we haven't heard of her since then. She wasn't involved even in the Second Great Wizarding War. She just disappeared. It was very strange seeing not just her, but him again. So, beside Priscilla's main missions she wrote yesterday night in her empty diary:
-saving Tom from death (marry him) (again)

-make my Coven bigger, so it will survive the First Great Wizarding War.

-somehow trying to get into the Ministry of Magic (connections are important if I want him to survive)

-survive the school years (again)

-survive without alcohol because I just have to face the reality. I'm still underage and they won't give me alcohol. (We'll see...)

And the new point:
-Get Dalia marry Rosier. Or the other way around. Whatever.

Priscilla's POV:

I brought Lestrange with me because he was one of those Death Eaters who were slightly close to me when I was younger. Yes, he's brutal, yes he's aggressive and arrogant but at least he has some respect towards me. So, before we met up with Rosier and Dalia, I discussed with that our main mission today is to blossom their love. At first he didn't really understand why it was necessary but he just went with it.

It actually went well. I saw them constantly glancing at each other, and Dalia's soft cheeks changing into soft rose pink as he said something funny. We were sitting in one of the corners so the window was literally next to us. As the others were talking, I zoned out, looking out the window, watching as the snow falls. I always loved bad weather. The rain, storm, snow. My eyes followed the falling feathers of angels. My mother taught me that. She always said that the angles above us drop their old, small feathers into the earth to bless the ground. And it's cold, because they don't want people to touch it or destroy it, making it special in their eyes because it feels unnatural. My father said an entirely different thing. He said that there was, somehow, a giant tower. An old lady lived there, old as time, and she's letting the sheets out the window, so the feathers in them would fall out.

I noticed a figure walking in the snow, just looking around Hosgmade. I recognised the blonde head. It was Alma. I haven't heard from her since last evening. I'm not surprised, I was harsh. But that's life.  He noticed me from outside, and stopped for a moment. It was cold outside and she was warmly clothed, with multiple layers, I could only see half of her face because of her scarf. She narrowed her eyes then kept walking away.

That evening as I was wandering around the halls, reading a book, my eyes caught Tom. He was intensely looking at one of the vitrines. It was full of old pictures and cups, yearbooks. I slowly walked to stand beside him, curious about what he's watching do passionately. I glanced up at him. 'Found something interesting, Marvolo?...'
He sighed, not even looking down at me.
'No... nothing of your concern.'
'If you say so...'
He was looking at an old class picture. More importantly, a girl on it. She looked slightly familiar to her, maybe just her eyes.
'... she's your mother...'
He didn't utter a word, intensely looking at the girl, clenching his jaw.
'... Merope Gaunt.'
'...what a pathetic human... she let death capture her. She was a witch for God's sake... she was weak, it's almost an embarrassment...'

I knew how he felt about his parents, that's why he changed his name do many times. He hated his mother, "How dare she?„. He always said. He hated his father, "filthy muggle„. He was so angry at life sometimes. I remember when he broke my vinyls because he was angry that I bought myself another one.

'And your father?'
I knew of course that he was a muggle, but I had to act clueless like always.
'...he's not here...'
'...oh...'
My eyes caught a blonde head in the corner far away, moving by. Alma. Why is she everywhere? At least she didn't notice us.  I was thinking hard as we stood there. I should do something to gain his trust, something that brings us closer... then something clicked. I quietly broke the silence, leaning closer, tippy toeing so I can softly whisper in his ear.

'...use your diary...'
I remember this date. Today is Friday, do tomorrow is weekend. He killed Myrtle on this weekend, well, today to be honest, but at 1AM, which is technically tomorrow. He glanced down at me, our faves just inches away, his nose almost brushing against mine. His narrowed eyes slightly widened, I noticed the small twitch in his eyelids. The realisation. I just flashed him a smile then slowly turned around and walked off.