The Dark Witch

Chapter eight

Dante POV

I could barely keep my eyes open as I listened to the boring monotone voice of Professor Cuthbert Binns, a pale baulding old man that taught History of Magic at Hogwarts. I was told by a 4th year slytherin that he taught until a very old age, and that he fell asleep in the staff room and died in his slumber. Now, he is a ghost who continues to teach, droning on about various Goblin Rebellions and Giant Wars to bored, sleeping students. Aka 'me'

I looked around the room slowly, glancing at the other bored students here. Everyone here had some sort of tired look on their faces, some drumming their fingers absentmindedly on the history books. Others had their heads held up by their arm as if each extra sentence Proffesser Binns said, made their head twice as heavy.

Flicking my eyes over to the sleeping girl next to me i chuckled a soft laugh. Adara never did like history, she infact finished our covens history lessons in half the time it took the rest of us due to "wanting the torture of it all to be done and rid of"

Her diamond blue eyes are now closed, a soft head of brown wavy hair rest upon her book as it supported like a cushion.

A few strings of insults and mutters made her jolt, before she sighed and went back to sleeping. I looked up with an angry look in my eyes as i searched for the idiots that dared to disturb my Adara's beauty-sleep. A scoff escaped my mouth as i realised it was the annoying Potter boy and Malfoy sending insult after insult at one another, the bloody git Malfoy could never keep his eyes of my Adara. It infuriated me to no ends, but since Adara didn't notice as much as me or Dakota did it settled me down slightly.

I tuned back into Proffesser Binns explaination, really wanting it to be over.

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Skipped a few classes( cant be bothered to describe them all, but to let you know they had:
Transfiguration, Charms and Herbology.)

~~☆~~Classes went mostly normal throughout their day, Malfoy keeps trying to get Adara's attention but Dante wasnt having any of it.~~☆~~

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Dakota's POV

Supper was absolutely splendind, the soft turkey filled just the right spot, accompanied by the creamiest mashed potatoes, and the sweetest of pickled purple berry jam(my now personal favourite) Dante to my right let out a low burp as Adara retracted away from the stench of his chicken and gravy breath.

The table was full of low whispers about the Golden Trio Of Gryffindor, how theyre all somehow linked to 'The Chamber Of Secrets' i scoffed at how idiotic it was, did they not care to think that halfbloods and Gryffindors at that could never be the 'heir of slytherin, it was most likely either that Draco boy, someone else who had previously gone to this school or my best friend Adara.

You see, Adara has a very complicated family history, her family is believed to be linked to the very first generation of witches and wizards of The Dark Arts, mine and Dante's families also being tied in on the subject.

In the coven, we are some of the youngest wizards, but our powers outshone the age bestowed upon us. We all can perform our own versions of wandless magic, if i really focus on something i want to happen, something similar happens. And when i say similar i mean 'not what i wished for but close enough to' i havent perfected my magic in soem areas. For instance, that flying proffesser, i wished for her mouth to not open, to not say a word, it came out more brutual than i imagined it would but it was totally worth it.

Dark magic is just always so much more...exciting, dont ya think? I giggled at the thought, i recieved wierd looks, annoyed by the unnecessary attention, I threw a glare at the Parkinson bitch before I reached for a ice sugar biscuit, popping it in one go into my mouth.