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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 always idolised the idea of power, and everything that came with it. Before she could even talk, she observed her father, who is almost a total definition of an extremely powerful man, she perceived each command, instruction and demand hoping one day she could give them.
Power: the possession of control,authority, and influence over others. The capacity or ability to direct influence the behaviour of others or the course of events. Nonetheless, only some sorts of the world had that gift, her father, Javier DeLuca or "the Minister of Magic" was luckily one of them.
The power Javier held over a lot of people was quite frankly insane, the ability he had, even if it just led to him opening his mouth, the inexorable weight he had over people, that strained their very core.
Most people don't want to be like him, cunning, dominating, and imperious. However, some people also craved it, Angelina being one of them.
So when, "you're brutal." left Blaise Zabini tongue after a humbling event that included Ms Greengrass, a smirk was soon engraved on Angelina's, which she was no doubt proud off.
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"Well that was, surprising." Resorted Draco breaking the current silence, as his grasp left the window and the scenery outside of it.
"Agreed. I thought it would be at least till later on until you bickered with someone, beside Draco for that matter." Pansy added on looking at Angie, as she rolled her eyes since she recalled the past memories off Angelian and Draco's behaviours and squabbles.
Theo only snorted before his, and the rest off the groups attention turned to Draco once more. "True, but I wasn't talking about that." He disagreeably spoke, crossing him arms leaning further in to the corner of the compartment.
He gave it a few more seconds until he carried on speaking, since he'd hooked the wondering faces of the people he sat with, "I always thought it'd be Angie to cheat." He conflicted, looking precisely, directed into Angelina's now grimaced face.
"Excuse me..." All the others looked between them, their heads and eyes rolling back, they had not missed this.
"If you're really trying to slut shame me, Malfoy. You might wanna add up all the girls that have slept in your dorm, then think for yourself if you should really carry on." She quickly contended back, her smug grin curving directly towards him.
Her eye began to twitch as he could only chuckle to himself, "don't worry I keep count, yet it still doesn't even round up to the amount of guys you've let...well you know."Disputed Draco, before he let out another light chuckle from his lips, looking up at her from his lap that his hands, decorated in rings, rested on.
