𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 ~ 𝚃𝚁

Lavigne

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I arrived at the Slug Club party early, as usual. I'm always early and I have a reputation to uphold. I was wearing a perfectly ironed white dress short, dress pants, a suit coat, and a black-tie. I said hello to the very few people who were already there, and poured myself a small glass of champagne.

People started slowly arriving and I studied the room. Some of my followers arrived shortly and filed toward the table I was sitting at. Rosier, Lestrange, and Avery all arrived together. They were talkative this evening and started sitting down quickly. I grabbed Rosier's bicep before he sat down "Stay away from women tonight, what you did last week was extremely irresponsible." he nodded and sat down at the table. My followers started talking about their breaks so far and I tuned out everyone and studied the entrance to the room.

That's when Malfoy entered with a beautiful woman by his side. Lavigne. She was wearing a red dress that framed her figure perfectly. The dress had a slight from her thigh down, tempting my, and I'm sure every other man's thoughts. They had a light conversation with Slughorn before both of them broke away from each other, Malfoy coming my way, and Lavigne going to the table of snacks.

Malfoy joined the other follower's conversation and my mind drifted off to Lavigne. She was stunning, and something about her was alluring. Lavigne is so outgoing it's a bit of a problem, and though I don't appreciate her calling me a homosexual, it's hard not to acknowledge the fact that to a lot of men, she's perfect.

When Lavigne insulted me by calling me "A teacher's pet, " and saying I have no personality, I couldn't brush it off like I can from anybody else. My mind lingered on it for hours. It doesn't make sense what she's doing or how she is, without even knowing she was.

A surge of jealousy and anger went through me when my mind went to the memory of her clinging onto somebody at Hogsmeade. I didn't have the chance to see who it was, but later that day I did see the two eagerly snogging in public like a pair of animals.

By the time I was done thinking about Lavigne, the rest of my followers have arrived at my table and a few of the others close around it, but I noticed Lestrange missing from his spot at the table, and my curiosity got the best of me. I scanned the room to find him holding a glass of wine and kissing the forehead of the beauty in the red dress. I picked up my glass of champagne and downed the rest of it, sighing at the jealousy flowing through my body. This needs to stop. Jealousy is weakness.

Lestrange and Lavigne were walking up to the table and most of the eyes at my table were looking at them. Lestrange pulled up a chair beside his and Lavigne sat down in it promptly, crossing her legs. The slit in her dress went up her legs a little because of that, and I looked away quickly. I wasn't going to get unholy thoughts while at a gathering.

Lavigne was introduced as Lestrange's girlfriend, and my thoughts drifted again. I could command him to break up with her when we're back at school, but I thought sounded a bit immature. The other followers have had relationships before and none of them bothered me besides this one.

I was a bit bored so I tried to break into Lavigne's thoughts. She must've been skilled in Occlumency or her mind was more complex because it took me about thirty minutes to do so and with every other person my age, it takes five minutes tops. When I saw her thoughts, jealousy was an understatement of what I was feeling. She was thinking about Lestramge's hand. On her thigh. Her mind quickly went to sex but had pushed it away.

I got up quickly "I'm going on a walk." and I strolled out of the room with my hands in my pockets. When the doors closed behind me I started speedwalk down the halls. My mind raced to Lavigne's last thought. Sex. With Lestrange. I don't get it. I'm the best student in Hogwarts, I should be able to know why she's with him. I should be able to know why she wants to be with him.

I know I could make her feel better than he could ever, I know that for a fact. I took a deep breath and went outside into the cold. It was snowing and windy, but calming. I sat down on the steps leading up to the building and buried my face in my hands, shedding a single, frustrated tear. I was frustrated at myself for being jealous of Lestrange because he had something I wanted. Someone I wanted. Someone I needed. Someone I craved, with all of my existence.

I may not have been able to feel love, but at that moment I craved her, her body, her soul, her mind. I wanted her to be mine and only mine, and I planned on making that happen.

I gathered myself and strode into the building, and back to the table. I took Avery's glass of wine, he was already too drunk anyway. I prefer champagne, but wine is also fine. I took a sip and nearly spit it out. "Cheap." I mumbled and wiped my mouth.

I let my glance go toward Lavigne and Lestrange and I rolled my eyes, taking another sip of the cheap wine. I needed at least a slight buzz to deal with what they were doing without interfering. They were laughing at each other, clearly drunk. They occasionally gave each other a peck on the lips.

I felt sick to my stomach and couldn't tell whether it was because of the couple or the cheap wine. I got up out of the chair and said goodbye to my followers and Slughorn. I sighed as I exited the building, walking slowly to the train station to go back to the torture of the orphanage.

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Toms getting a little thirstyyyyyyy 😛

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