Gypsy

Chapter Thirty Three

When I returned to the room, having thoroughly scrubbed my skin, it was empty. This shocked me a little, I had expected at least one of them to want to keep an eye on me. Shrugging, I went to the cupboard to 'borrow' some more of Malfoy's clothes, what I found instead stopped me dead. All but a handful of the beautiful and feminine robes/dress robes were gone, in there place was tasteful made women's trousers and blouses. I gaped for a second, reminded myself that yes I did still hate Riddle and Malfoy. Then I selected a lovely pair of grey slacks and a slightly flowing black top. They were a perfect fit of course. I turned and spotted something else strange in the room, there was a tray with some breakfast on it. Nothing too fancy, some buttered toast with a coffee. I scoffed it down, rather annoyed I wouldn't get to go and annoy the kitchen staff like I had been doing previous mornings. They love me.

"How do you feel?" I jumped and turned, Riddle was at his desk. He was opening letters and glancing at the contents.

I didn't let him see me shaken, "better." He nodded and went back to his letters, apparently dismissing me. I huffed internally and walked over. There were a few letters with the Hogwarts letter head stamped on the top, ignoring him I opened them to read.

"Anything interesting?" He sounded like he was holding back a laugh, apparently a raunchy morning abed made for a happy Dark Lord.

"They want to know about funding for some ball they are planning," I scoffed at the name, "a purification 'Ball'." I tossed the letter onto the ground, "weird Purebloods."

Riddle laughed this time and I startled, "actually that ritual is when Pureblood engagements are finalised."

I frowned, what madness is this. "Who do they finalise a marriage with? Their first cousins?" I thought that was quite clever, he didn't even smile the chump.

"They choose a Mudblood to marry actually." I nearly choked on my spit, he took clear delight in my shock. "Have you ever actually done any research into Pureblood families before."

Yeah because that is something I really want to know about... "Not recently."

He smirked. "Well since I have come into office, hell since we were at school, I have noticed a particular lack of magic in the Purebloods of our society. By-product of inbreeding no doubt, too many squib children born and too few magical children."

I narrowed my eyes, "You hate Muggleborn people."

He rolled his eyes, "I hate Muggles, I simply dislike Mudblood children."

"So you are going to marry Muggleborn teenagers, to Pureblood teenagers and fix their gene pool?"

He nodded, and I scoffed. "Why the hell would the Muggleborn people agree to that? For fucks sake, they're literally branded with a mark."

Riddle shrugged, "some don't agree. But Purebloods are good at getting what they want, as are Halfboods." His eyes ran up and down my body, I crossed my arms and frowned.

"So they're cattle?" Disgusting Wizard.

"More like precious prizes, the smartest muggleborns go to my most loyal followers children."

I snarled, my fists slamming down on the desk and disrupting his perfectly ordered papers. "That is barbaric."

He sighed and picked up one of the papers that fell to the floor, "that is survival. Compared to the Muggle population, the Wizarding one is tiny. Bloody things breed like rabbits. And if it ever came out that we exist, all of us, do you really think that the Muggle's will be alright with that?"

I thought about the Great War I had witnessed, and experienced first hand, but dismissed the thought. "You're still wrong."

He laughed, "you know I'm not. We need a population boost, what better way then ensuring that the next generation are more powerful then the last."