NO MORE A PRETENDER~ {The Lestrange Daughter #3}

𝟑𝟓. Blind

TRIGGER WARNING; Contains depictions of violence.

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"The audacity it must take to be wasting time on this rubbish when you are supposed to be looking for the escapees is astounding!" Snape held up the mended parchment Valentine had destroyed not a half-hour ago, shaking it in Alecto's sour face. "I demand you immediately advert your attention back to the task at hand!"

"Use your head, Snape." Alecto growled, knocking the parchment aside. "It's been too long. I'm not going to be able to find them!"

"Spoken like a true failure!" Snape slammed his hands down on the desktop. 

"What the fuck do you expect me to do? I've seen searched every corner within fifty miles of here! If a manhunt of hundreds can't find Potter and his friends, how am I supposed to find two boys last seen on a broom flying away? For all we know, they've been out of the countries for days!"

"And through no fault of your own!"

Valentine stood back, watching the scene that was quite like another between the two adults she'd seen not too long ago. Word about the second tournament had spread fast and the announcement, while not actually stating a date or time, had everyone on edge. It seemed the end of the days of near-normalcy were creeping ever closer and most students felt it like a noose tightening around their necks. That was what the abrupt change in mood around the castle told Valentine anyway. Not that she could blame them. This hardly had her in a great mood herself.   

"They're gone, Snape!" Alecto exclaimed. "If I could find them, they'd already be here in chains!"

"Than shall we see what the Dark Lord thinks about your repeated follies?"

"Ha! Please! don't even try that with me! You'd be dragging your ass down as well, you said it yourself!" Alecto's face was dark red with anger and Valentine wondered what colour it would have turned if she was to suddenly find out that Neville and Aaron had never even left the school. 

Although finding out wouldn't have been worth exposing the boys, it was a rather amusing thought.

"Your petty revenge can wait, Carrow!"

"I've waited long enough!" Alecto twisted violently in Valentine's direction, her finger pointed accusingly. "I told you the day would come, Lestrange! You're lucky things have been delayed but I'm sick of this. Three days. We'll have the tournament in three day, whether I find those little bastards or not, understand?"

"Sorry, what?" Valentine blinked twice. "I wasn't listening."

"ARG!" Alecto seemed ready to rip out her own hair. 

"Take your tantrum elsewhere, Carrow." Snape hissed at her. "I can't stand the sight of you any longer."

Alecto did as she was told, but cursing loudly the whole way to the door and slamming it behind herself.

Valentine yawned, covering her mouth with one hand.

"Wonder what that was all about..." She muttered.

Snape eyed her irritably, brow twitching. 

"This is serious, you fool. If I report this tournament to the Dark Lord she'll surely tell him about Longbottom and Fowler and most certainly attempt to place the bulk of the blame on you."

Valentine shrugged, scratching at an itch on the back of her neck. 

"Look, we've both known this tournament was coming since Christmas. Whether it's designed specifically to get back at me or simply to torment the students, it was always going to happen."