Queen Of Snakes

Chapter eleven

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Watching the stars and little kisses:

After dinner, Maeve wandered around the quiet halls when her housemates went to their common room to rest up before their next class. She sent her boys away, all she wanted at the moment was to be alone. She had much to think about and plans to set in motion.

She was so lost in her head she hadn't noticed someone walking her way until Loki hissed quietly, alerting her. Green eyes snapped towards the stranger who was approaching, dark eyebrows furrowed when she noticed it was merely professor Quirrell. He gave her a disarming smile but she could tell he wanted something.

"Professor," She nodded politely. 

"Quite late to be wandering around, is it not? If I recall, Slytherin has a class in four hours, should you not be resting?" He inquired with a single raised brow. Maeve had always found it strange to hear no stutter whenever she was around but everyone said it he had a terrible one.

"I'm simply clearing my mind, a lot has changed in the past couple of days since I've been here." She admitted, something about Quirrell seemed almost familiar, like speaking to a part of herself.

His eyes flashed a crimson color as he eyed the locket around her thin, pale neck and a smile curled at his lips. "Yes, your godfather was released from Azkaban, correct?" 

"He was imprisoned for a little more than a decade for a crime he did not commit, he was sentenced without a trial and would've rot had I not requested one."

The professor hummed as he thought about how different the girl who lived was from the stories that were told. She didn't act as someone who was spoiled nor did she act like she was raised by filthy muggles. She held herself with the grace and poise of a proper lady raised by purebloods, quite strange.

"Forgive me, professor, but I must be going. My friends cannot be trusted to be own their own for too long, they lose their heads when I'm not around. Goodnight." She smiled and walked off, leaving the man with two souls behind.

Maeve could feel Quirrells gaze on her, it seems she'd have to investigate this meek acting professor. No one was as they seemed and professor Quirrell appeared to have more secrets hidded beneath his turban than anyone knew. She'll have to find out and if it is a threat to her, well, she'd just break him until he forgets his own name.

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Maeve hummed as she walked down the cold dungeon halls, she was thinking about their next class. Astronomy, she hoped it was an interesting class. She'd quite literally bore herself to sleep if she wasn't a little entertained. "Pureblood." She said the password, she'd have to talk to someone about that. The idea of being a purist was idiotic when she herself was a half-blood. 

Only a few students were seated across the common room, speaking quietly among each other. A curious glance was occasionally thrown her away as she sat down by the fireplace, the warmth always soothes her. The boys were most likely in their dorm room, she'd wait for them where she sat as she didn't want to head to her dorm where those annoying chattering bimbos rested. She'd rather eat slugs than be around Parkinson, the obnoxious girl hadn't even apologized for insulting her.

Maeve thrummed her fingers lightly against the arm  holder of the black couch, humming softly to herself. She looked around the room, one of the few sitting around was the boy who was with Draco at the train station. Goyle, she believed his name was. Perhaps he'd be willing to call her boys down, not that he'd have room to refuse. 

She leaned forward with a deceiving smile. "Goyle, love, you wouldn't mind calling down Draco, Theo, and Blaise, right? It would be really kind of you," her voice dripped with honey as she spoke to the gullible boy. So easy to manipulate. "I'm sure you know where his dorm is, a smart boy such as yourself would know very well."