masked

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feast

With the flick of Dumbledores wand, piles and piles of food appeared in front of them. The two boys on Skylar's left, Crabbe and Goyle, dug in almost immediately. Pansy merely put small portions of food on her plate. Skylar followed her and did the same, though Skylar only pushed food around her plate. Malfoy on the other hand had his palm on his chin, looking at the reflection of himself on the gold plate.

"Malfoy eat up before those two finish everything." Skylar said sarcastically as she gestured her finger to the two boys beside her.

Malfoy let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle at my comment. He then proceeded to plop a few pieces of meat on his plate.

Skylar's vision began to blur as she travelled to her thoughts. She used to be the girl everyone made fun of. The girl nobody liked. The girl who was always alone. But there she was, with the facade of a rich, bratty, Slytherin girl.

The headmaster began to talk about the change in teachers but Skylar couldn't care enough to pay attention. She put her elbow on the table, propping up her chin. All she could think about was how she was going to carry on with that new act that she had put on. The brunette wasn't sure if she could be able to keep up with it.

"Now as you know, each and every one of you were searched upon your arrival here tonight, and you have the right to know why. Once there was a young man who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle's corridor, stepped under its roof. He seemed to all the world, a student. Like any other. His name? - Tom Riddle."

The name itself brought chills down her spine. That man. That very man was responsible for her parent's death.

"Today, of course, he is known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I am reminded by a sobering fact. Everyday, every hour, this very minute perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you. Here's something to think about. Now off to bed! Hip hip!"

Moans and groans of disappointment filled the Great Hall. Everyone proceeded to leave the table, with prefects leading them to their dorms. Skylar got up from her seat and started walking off before noticing that Malfoy was still sitting, in the same position - hand on his chin, looking lifeless as ever.

"Malfoy. Come on."

His grey eyes met Skylar's brown eyes. He looked dreadful. He slowly got up from his seat and began walking with her to catch up with the rest of the Slytherin house.

"Pureblood" The prefect said as a door flung open, revealing a huge room with leather sofas, a green fireplace, a long cozy desk and a hallway at right side of the room, which Skylar assumed led to the girl's and boy's dormitories. Something about that very room made her feel at home.

"Boys to the left! Girls to the right! You'll find that your names are on the doors of your rooms. Make yourselves at home!"

All the girls scrambled to the right as the boys went to the left. High pitched squeals of excitement coming from all directions.

When Skylar reached the door on the right side at the end of the hallway, she realised that her name was the only one on the door. Skylar looked towards the left to see Malfoy entering the door opposite of her's. Skylar heaved a sigh of relief , realising that she wouldn't have to put up with anyone's bullshit that time. It was all for her. A huge room with a queen size poster bed.

"Lucky me"

Skylar unpacked her things and changed out of her robes into a blue oversized hoodie and grey sweats before plopping down onto her bed with a muggle book in hand before dozing off to sleep.

Skylar screamed but nobody could hear her. Sounds escaped her mouth. Sounds she never knew she could make. Heart wrenching, screams. Her happy days were coming to an end. She was losing her only source of love. If not for the silencing charm that her mother had placed beforehand, the three people in the hallway would have spotted her, hiding petrified inside the tiny cupboard. Skylar was peaking out of a creak. The man with long blonde hair shot a spell at her parents. A flash of green was all she saw before her life can crashing down. He killed her parents. He showed no sympathy. No emotions. Nothing. He spat the words "blood traitor" at them in disgust as one of the women beside him cackled wickedly. The other lady was standing by the side. Skyalr could've sworn she looked at her and a single tear rolled down her cheek, but she turned away disappeared with a black mist and the other two people did the same.

Gone. They were all gone. And Skylar couldn't do anything. She couldn't stop it. Her hands, trembled. Her body, was wet and cold. Her chest stung, she was unable to breathe. A significant lump forming within the cavity of her throat. She knew that hope was gone.