for as long as she had been alive, theresa adler wasn't very social. she always remained in the background, and preferred it that way. to many people around her, this was a bad habit, something that would hurt her as she grew up, but what they didn'...
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V. The First Phase
HER COLD EYES WERE CAPTIVATING, icy colour imprinted in Regulus's mind as he tossed and turned in his bed. It was obvious that he was a light sleeper, and had always been so.
When sleep managed to grasp the Slytherin, the sun was slowly starting to rise. Twisting, Regulus flipped over, pulling his duvet over his head, blocking out the rays that seeped into the dormitory.
To this, Regulus groaned, he wasn't in the mood for practice, in fact, he wasn't in the mood for anything.
"Mate, get up."
Pulling the covers off his face, Regulus locked up, peeved at whoever was trying to wake him, and it was no wonder that the person happened to be Graham. Basically glaring at his friend, Regulus sat up,
"We have practice today?" He asked,
"Yeah, it's the last practice before winter break, Wilkes'll be mad if you don't come." Graham said, standing up straight.
He was already dressed in his quidditch attire, the emerald colour seeming brighter in the light, and his broom in hand. Regulus groaned, getting up groggily, pulling his quidditch attire out of his trunk too.
"Fine, you can go. I'll meet you in the Great Hall in a few minutes." He stated, pulling his shirt over his head, beginning to change,
"Okay," Graham nodded, sparing a glance in Regulus's direction before walking out of the dormitory.
The freezing air nipped at Regulus's nose, causing him to involuntarily shiver. It wasn't the day for Quidditch practice today, and he wasn't in the mood.
Mounting onto his broom, Regulus took his place, following whatever drill or rule that Wilkes was trying to teach, or show. His fingers felt numb as he grasped the broom.
"Faster, Black! What's up with you today?! We're trying to get something done here! If you can't fly right, how are you going to manage to do that in a game?!" He heard Wilkes scold him,
He wanted to scoff, leave; but he couldn't.
The Quidditch Pitch was all frosted over, no other students besides the Slytherin Quidditch players.
"Come on, Wilkes! We're freezing, let us go inside!" Regulus heard Graham yell, with the other Quidditch players yelling in agreement,
This caused Regulus to roll his eyes, instead of joining in, he looked around the icy pitch once again, waiting for the arguing to stop, and then, he noticed a figure shuffling across the pitch and towards them.
A cloak covered the figure's face as they came closer, Regulus wasn't even able to catch a glimpse of their face.
"Oi! Wilkes!" The person yelled, calling out as they got closer.
