Masquerade (Discontinued)

Chapter X

Hogwarts, Unplottable Location, Scotland, Great Britain

Wednesday the 2nd of September 1998

8:00 PM

Astoria sat across from the older woman's desk, glaring balefully at the desk before her. She ignored the woman's eyes. Astoria was angry but she wasn't angry enough to glare at her teacher, especially when the woman was such a good one. She was probably no where as good as Riddle, but she was a good teacher in her own right. Apparently, she had been training to be an Auror.

"Mademoiselle Greengrass?"

Astoria's eyes slowly rolled onto the woman's face.

"Yes?" she bit out, bitterly.

Professor Delacour gave her an apologetic look and she sighed, as if she had no one idea what to do with the younger Greengrass.

"You sound very much like you seester. You are angry with me, yes?" Delacour asked, softly and Astoria snorted in amusement, rolling her eyes at the woman's simplistic comparison.

"No. Of course not."

"Your sarcasm iz not appreciated, Mademoiselle Greengras. But, I can see 'ow I deserve it. Ze boy was taunting you. I can see zat now. But, alas, zere is nothing I could do, especially when I couldn't hear what 'e was doing," Delacour said, softly and Astoria leaned forward, her eyes narrowed in righteous anger.

"He said that he was fucking my mother. And he called my girlfriend a Mudblood. He insulted my religion. I should have dislocated his face for those comments," Astoria spat, not even caring anymore for her bad language and Delacour actually looked incredibly sorry now.

"I am so very sorry," she murmured and Astoria shrugged.

"So, what is it that I'm going to do for detention?"

"Nothing. We can sit 'ere and talk, if zat is what you want," Delacour said, hesitantly and Astoria looked at her with a raised dark eyebrow.

"Talk?"

"Yes…well…I know zat your sister has left ze country. Would you like to…talk about it?"

"Not particularly. No."

Delacour sighed and leaned forward with sad eyes.

"Professor Riddle said zat your 'ouse would need to be talked to. 'E said zat zey would not be tolerant of your choices and zat you needed to be protected because 'e would not let someone under 'is protection be treated unfairly. 'Is protégé…" Delacour said, hesitantly and Astoria's eyes widened. She understood what the woman was saying, even though the French woman herself seemed slightly confused by it all.

"His protégé was my sister's teacher. My sister's best friend is his fiancée. He's doing it out of a sense of obligation. He doesn't care," Astoria spat and she was shocked when Delacour laughed, coldly. Astoria frowned at the Frenchwoman in confusion and she waited for Delacour's giggles to subside.

"You…expected 'im to care? I am surprised zat 'e even suggested it to be 'onest. 'E does not strike me as a caring man. 'E seems cold to even his fiancée. I did read ze papers. 'E cannot even admit zat 'e loves her. It's sad."