His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

The Brother's Fury

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

14th September 2016
Wednesday

Cordelia

When you're panicked, all rational thoughts just fly out of the window just like that. You just do the first thing that comes to mind.

This could be great if you're being chased by a raging hippo griff and you decide to jump into a lake so the hippogriff doesn't find you,but for me my panic fueled decision was extremely stupid and highly mortifying.

The damn flies (and there were two) were squirming on my back, running their hairy, bacterial infested legs on my back and sending me into blank mind frenzy. And then one thought popped traitorously in my head,sending any sane reasoning off a cliff.

What if they get in my bra?

That did it.

I clawed at the hem of my black tee shirt and pulled it off, not noticing or caring at the time that there was a male in the room who was staring at me.

"I saw nothing! Not a thing!" I heard a deeply flustered sounding Aileen shout, with his wand still pointed in my direction he quickly slapped his hand over his eyes, his face turning a deep shade of red.

I threw myself on the cold, stone floor and curled up in a ball underneath a table with my eyes tightly shut,waiting with dread the horrible tickling of thousands of germy flies rubbing their puke on me to eat me...

But instead I felt a soft fabric being dropped over me and the sound of flies suddenly stopped.
"I immobilised them..." I heard Aileen mumble from above me.
"I hope that the ones I catched will be enough."
"They're gone?" My voice sounded like a child- vulnerable and asking for protection.
"They flew after your top...I used the petrification spell on them."
"And that was my favourite top" I grumbled,trying to make light of the situation. I opened my eyes and wrapped the hoodie around me.

Mint and guy smell. Did Aileen give me his hoodie?

I pulled it on before peeking out from under the table.

"Thanks...I didn't mean to strip. Oh God." I buried my head in my arms as the full brunt of what I've done hit me.

"I didn't see anything! I swear..." He mumbled still not looking me in the eyes.
"Really? What colour was my bra?" I narrowed my eyes at him, realising that jars of flies don't fall on their own.
"I don't know, I didn't see anything!" He denied profusely.
"I'm sorry- I kind of tapped on the jar too many times, the flies got pretty agitated..." He mumbled and looked over at the broken jar on the floor.
"A few flew out when I opened it and I panicked, and- well you know the rest..." He finished, his face still a deep shade of red.
"Right." I pulled myself up,realising that I was still trembling like a leaf in the wind.

I never knew I was that petrified of flies...Merlin I feel absolutely filthy...

"I'm sorry, I'm going to take a shower right now. Are you fine with the flies?" I asked, preparing to leave even if he protests.

"Sure...I mean they're petrified anyway... Oh do you want me to ask the elves to clean your clothes for you?" He asked whilst looking over at my top and jacket.

"That'll be great...though I doubt I'll ever wear them again" I mumble the last part under my breath while collecting my papers.
"Good night, and I hope the flies don't try to kill you."
"Wait, I almost forgot," I hear him call after me, my hand almost touching the door handle.
"You'll get in trouble if Filch catches you wandering the corridors at this time, your pass is only valid if you're with me- and I get some extra time to get into the Ravenclaw tower."
"Is it nine already? Crud...and we didn't even stew the bloody flies," I muttered and waited for Aileen to collect his things.