CHAPTER TWO
❝ SKYFALL❞
TRIGGER WARNINGS || Language, Violence, Sexual Innuendos, NOT EDITED

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THE SNORING coming from Silas's lips was suddenly interrupted when a pair of hands shook his shoulders awake. The boy blubbered his words, eyes open widely. "I-I'm awake!" Silas let out a shaky breath as his hand ran through his messy bed hair, Aticcus pulled his hands away, adjusting the collar of his sweater. "Shhh, don't...don't be too loud." The boy shushed Silas by placing a finger on his lips to which Silas silently obliged to.

Atticus leaned closer, "I think something's going on Silas." He shifted on the boy's bed, Silas brought his knees to his chest as he rubbed the back of his neck in a puzzled manner. "What-what do you mean?" Silas glanced around the dorm, the darkly lit room made it seemed impossible to see anything but Atticus, which Silas didn't mind at all. "I heard all the professor's basically sprint down the hallways a bit ago."

Silas blinked, nose scrunched as he tilted his head. "What are you doing up so late th-"
"Not important!" Atticus gasped, snapping his fingers gently. "Focus on the bigger picture, it was a ton of professors Silas." The Hufflepuff furrowed his brows, lips pursed as Silas hummed for a moment. "Maybe it-it was something rubbish like late night grading?" The boy suggested with shrugged shoulders to which Atticus boggled his head no.

"I doubt...it was too many of them," Atticus's leg bounced anxiously as his head drilled with ideas to this. "We need to figure this out, everything's been so weird lately." Silas fidgeted with his hands, lifting his blanket and tossing it over him. "Maybe it's the weather? I dunno, I sound ridiculous." He muttered with a small lip pout.

Atticus placed a hand on Silas's shoulder, gently massaging it. "You're never ridiculous, if there's one ridiculous thing about you it's that you're cute."Atticus blurted that sentence out without thinking twice, or thinking at all in general. His eyes widened slightly, cheeks blooming a peachy pink. Silas blinked as he avoided eye contact, feeling the pit of his stomach stir.

To reveal the tension an "I'm joking" left Atticus's chewed lips, he stood up from Silas's bed who was still processing his last words. He looked up at the ginger boy with soft eyes. "See you later," Atticus patted his shoulder before making his way out the dorm. Closing the door gently behind him.

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The morning sun glistened in the blue sky, the pearly white clouds floated along the horizon. The cold air felt strangely warm today which seemed to be a rare occurrence, the birds chirped as if they never went to bed that night. The sound of Lola's flats clicking against the marble of the building echoed. The thought of detention was eating her alive, feeling the depths of her palm become clammy. Of course I had to laugh at a mean joke.

As she entered her eyes caught sight of students who usually ended up in places like detention. She could feel their eyeing, almost coming up with scenarios on how Lola Scamander ended up in detention. The sound of her chair scraping against the floor brought Clyde's nose out from his book - a subtle smirk on his lips at the sight of Lola's hands on her lap. Once the detention professor turned his back towards the front, Clyde slid into the seat beside Lola who had her eyes widen.

"You're here too?" She whispered, her charms that hung from her bracelet clicked against the desk. Clyde chuckled, "no shit." He placed the bookmark inside the book and closed it shut. The sound of the clock ticking lingered in the tensed air room, the sound of breathing from other students could be heard. Lola chewed on her bottom lip, "do you think your joke was really that mean?"

Clyde turned to look down at Lola, raising one brow with a snort. "Mean?" He nodded his head no gently, "I'd say hilarious." Clyde observed the way Lola bit on her chipped nails and swatted her hand away from her mouth, "don't do that." He grumbled, "the sound is irritating like nails on chalk." Lola's eyes softened with a frown, "sorry." The Ravenclaw whispered.

Clyde crossed his arms, his chest rising and lowering with his breathing. His eyes bored on the professor's back with intensity, almost wishing he could just make the man explode. "You're Clyde right?" The sound of Lola's voice made his attention snap onto the blonde who batted her lashes and turned her body towards him. "Clyde," he repeated his name with a nod.

Lola held her hand out politely to him, "Lola." She smiled, her gloss glistened underneath the dim lights. Clyde raised a brow at her hand, is she seriously willing to even talk to me? His firm hand found her soft one, shaking it quickly before letting go and getting back to crossing his arms.

Lola observed him, eyeing him from head to toe the way the students in there did to him. The way his body was so tense she was quite afraid he would crack, a small cut on the bridge of his nose made her wonder if it burned or felt itchy. He wasn't that bad like everyone said, at least to her if anything.

"Do you like tea?" The Ravenclaw randomly blurted out, batting her lashes towards the Slytherin who tilted his head down with tense brows. "Tea?" He whispered, what a stupid question...I love tea. "It is okay, I guess." Clyde's fingers traced the bruises on his fist that he rested on the desk. The purple skin was decorated by scabs and other tones of pink. Lola's eyes lit up, her hands fidgeted with her necklace around her neck.

"I-I love...love tea!" She attempted her best to make conversation, even if it was awkward. Clyde hummed with a subtle nod, "fascinating."

Lola gasped, clasping a hand over her lips before removing and scooting her chair closer to his. "Oh my goodness, let me tell you something about tea!" Clyde let out a huff, grinding his jaw - this was going to be a long detention.

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Freya twisted a flower she had picked earlier between her fingers, the yellow petals creased at the edges. Small residues of pollen marked her fingers like a delicate kiss. She raised a brow at the sudden murmuring from the potions classroom, pressing her back against the wall. Professors? Maybe a meeting?

The blonde girl then stepped closer, tip-toeing. She pressed an ear against the wood of the door, hands against it. "As long as they cannot go near Hogwarts I believe that we should not worry the students!" A voice slightly rose, Freya recognized it as Professor Watt's voice. Another one intervened, "these threats will soon get out of hand. I suggest we address the situation with our students and reassure them that as long as they are on Hogwarts grounds they will not lay a hand on them!"

They? Who is 'they'?

She furrowed her brows, pressing her ear harder as her fingernails picked at the molding wood of the door. "And what if this frightens them instead of reassuring them? We cannot expect everyone to be calm." Professor Lynn's voice was firmly heard, whispers lingered around the passively aggressive discussion. "I think this is a frightening situation regardless of who it is and I believe that in order to protect our muggle students we need to discuss this?"

Protect us from what?

"The threats will only get worse and at some point some lunatic will take action, you know these death eaters make promises...not just threats." That one sentence was a knife cutting through a balloon, the one thing everyone wanted to say yet weren't courageous to.

Threats? Muggles? Death eaters?

"We are all in danger but our muggle students and professors are more liable to this." Death eaters are threatening muggles. Freya pulled away from the door with slightly heavy breathing, shaking hands shoved herself away from the door and down the hallway - without realizing she was sprinting. Her fingertips felt fuzzy, her hair throbbed as she slowly found herself losing her grip on reality.

She felt a pair of hands hold her shoulders, slightly shaking them. Axelle. "Freya, Freya!" They rubbed the girls back, tilting their head to meet her numb eyes. "What happened?" Immediately like lightning from the sky, Freya explained every word, every detail and sentence she heard from that room. Soon enough, the word got around Hogwarts and fear rose from a simple discussion. Words really do mean a lot don't they?

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Dante's lips moved against Zelda's as he pressed her against the wall of the closet. Though his hands ran down her body, though he kept her close - Zelda couldn't help but feel like this was wrong. Her hands on his chest pushed him away gently, Dante let out a confused pant. "Did I...do something?" Zelda furrowed her brows, tilting her head slightly.

"I just don't know if I can do this anymore," the girl softly whispered with a slight strain in her voice. Dante scrunched his brows, leaning closer but then took a step back when she saw her back land against the wall. "What do you mean?"

"Casual, Dante, I mean casual." Zelda responded with an eyeroll. Dante pressed his lips together with a sigh, "you know I do not want to do a relationship with you and that is why I'm just casual with you." The boy groaned softly, pulling his wand out with an "Lumos."  Zelda squinted her eyes that ached at the sudden light, reaching out for Dante who shoved the door open.

"Why wouldn't you have something with me?" She called out after Dante who was already marching off in the hallway, adjusting his robes. The Gryffindor looked over his shoulder with a scoff, "is that even a damn question?" Zelda stopped in her steps abruptly, surprised by such an honestly awful question. She quickly caught up to Dante and tugged at his sleeve harshly, pulling him back.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean and do not dance around my question!" The Ravenclaw snapped, hand clenched at his robes collar. The blond boy pried her hands away, brows scrunched with irritated as his upper lip curled. "Zelda," Dante tilted his head as he eyed her up and down. "With your reputation of...getting around, I would get laughed at-"

"So you are calling me a slut?" Zelda snapped with a scoff, one hand on her hip as the other fixed her hair. Dante had his lips parted that let out a shaky exhale, "I-I didn't say that." She quickly interrupted his sentence with an eyeroll, shoving past him.

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"Threats?" Atticus raised a brow as his elbows rested on the table, his fork in his hands twisted in the knot of spaghetti. "Threats," Axelle repeated with a sigh as they shifted in their seat. "I am not surprised yet I am because I thought the..." they leaned forward with a whisper, "death eaters were long gone."

"No one is ever really long gone, especially wizards like them." Atticus murmured with furrowed brows, swallowing the gulp of spaghetti he chewed. Axelle chewed on their bottom lip, scrunching their nose. "I suppose so, just a bit...afraid."

"I think everyone is."

From across the room, Clyde's nose was in his book that he held between his hands. Suddenly prying it away from his eyes, he glared up at the person who cleared their throat to get his attention - Silas. "What do you want?" He muttered with a groan, tilting his head with his jaw clenched. "Did you hear about the threats?"

Clyde simply shrugged, sniffling. "Mhm, what 'bout them?" He questioned before sipping on his glass of water, placing it down with a huff. Silas fidgeted with his fingers, plopping down on the seat in front of them. "I am just a bit shaken up," he seemed hesitant to have the words leave his mouth, "do you happen to know anything about them?" Please don't kill me.

Clyde's eyes flickered with irritation, jaw clenched heavier with fists clutching at the edge of his book. "Are you asking that simply because of my last name or is it something else Rodriguez?" He scoffed, licking his bottom lip with a head tilt sideways. Silas forced a shaky chuckle and rubbed his dampened palms on the fabric of his jeans, "I-I am just asking, sorry."

Clyde nodded slowly, observing the way Silas was so fidgety like a poor lost puppy in the rain. "Uh huh," he teased the boy with a chuckle. "No, I do not know about anything...I rarely speak to my family." Silas's lips formed into an 'o' as his shoulders slumped out of relief. "Oh...sorry."

"You say sorry to much."
"Sorr-"
"Don't finish that sentence," Clyde lifted a finger with a snort. A small grin rose on Silas's pale face, scrunching his nose. "I won't, I won't."

Silas sighed, a rush of blush suddenly caved to his cheeks. "Uh...Clyde, I have to tell you about something...more like someone." His voice grew quieter, Clyde put his book down beside him and folded his hands on the desk. "I am all ears I suppose."

"You cannot laugh though."
"No promises."
"Clyde!"

"Fine, Fine." The Slytherin groaned, clicking his tongue. Silas felt his parched lips crack with each word spoken, feeling his heart thump violently against his ribs. "Atticus....cute...like...red hair..." the boy was so smitten he couldn't pronounce an entire sentence. "Ahh," Clyde snorted. "You like Atticus because he is cute and has red hair?" Lestrange assumed, tilting his head - how strange.

Silas gasped, "no-no-no but yes?" He tilted his head, voice cracked as it whined. "Then what is it?" Clyde questioned, "I really do like him but not-not because of his red hair even though it is quite bea-beautiful." Silas stuttered with flushed cheeks.

Clyde chuckled, "so you are sucker for Weasley huh?"

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"Remind me why I am here with you again?" Roman grumbled, the random twigs and leaves crunched under Roman and Zelda's shoes as they made their way through the back of Hogwarts. The girl eyed him, flashing her flashlight towards his face. "Ah, fuck!" Roman covered his squinting eyes, "knock the attitude off and I'll show you why I'm here with you." She scoffed, one hand on her hip.

Roman nodded, "just put the goddamn flashlight down idiot." He hissed, covering his face before reaching out and snatching it from her hands. "Hey that's mine!" Zelda bickered as he marched forward, stumbling through the dirt. "Do not care just shut it and show me where the books are." Roman mumbled as she followed behind.

Her soft pants made him chuckle, "tired already?" He snorted teasingly, she rolled her eyes as she caught up to him and glanced down at her watch. "I think it is this way," she grabbed his wrist and led him further down the dirt trail. Roman raised a brow, "you think? No, I need you to know." Zelda let go of his wrist, throwing it towards him. "Then go suck ass to someone else."

"You wish it would be yours," he cockily remarked as he shined the light towards her face the way she did to him. Zelda snatched the flashlight from him, "you are so obnoxious my goodness." She marched towards a peculiar looking tree; the branches stuck out like thumbtacks on cotton, the wood a dark color of maple with no sight of leaves.

"Well..." Roman crossed his arms and glanced at Zelda beside him. He furrowed his brows in slight confusion when she shuffled through the bushes. "Careful, you may break a nail." The boy commented, growing curious. "What now?"

Zelda handed him a shovel, the rusted metal rough against his hands. "Digging, duh."

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The smell of the apple rose tea that lingered around her dorm only made Roman's craving ten times more worse. The way the liquid sizzled and the sound of 'clank,' 'clank' from the spoon against the mug could intensify the drooling coming from him. "Here, special tea for my dearest brother!" Lola gently handed him the mug, the tender warmth from the glass brought him a scale of goosebumps.

"So kind," he sarcastically commented as she landed on her bed with a slight bounce. "I try to be," she picked at the string from her sheets, clearly not catching onto the teasing. Roman smirked, rolling his eyes as he lifted the edge of the mug to his lips. As he lifted his head, the sight of a bruised jaw made Lola jump from her seat with a gasp.

"What...what happened to you?" She held a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as her hands held his head back to examine the bruise. "Shit, ouch." Roman groaned with a squinted eye, she pulled her hands away and placed them on her chest. "Roman answer me, what happened?"

"A stupid fight, Lola, just a fight." Roman spoke through gritted teeth, hands rubbing the bruise that repeatedly ached. "Just a fight?" Lola furrowed her brows, crossing her arms. "You can't just do that stuff!-"

"Yes I can and I will," he snapped before gulping down most of his tea in one breath. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pointing at Lola. "It is none of your goddamn business what I do." The girl gasped, is he serious? "Oh, it so is...I am your sister!"

Roman rolled his eyes with a chuckle, slouching against the rolling chair. "Exactly, key word-sister. You are really stupid." He muttered under his breath before finishing off the bit of tea he had left. Lola stood in disbelief, cheeks flushed. The last thing she ever wanted was to see her brother hurt or getting into unnecessary trouble.

Her face fell, eyes glazed with a hint of hurt. "I am not stupid." Roman scoffed coldly, "bullshit." The Ravenclaw boy stood up and slammed the mug on the table. The irritation swelled up in him, blood rushed through his body like a ticking time bomb. Lola jumped at the bang of the mug, her arms hugging her side.

Roman felt his heart drop by a string at the sight of his sister like this, was she scared of him? His eyes softened only just slightly, lips pursed. He couldn't bring himself to apologize, he couldn't even form the words on his tongue. "See you later." Was the only thing he could pronounce, leaving the door with a soft  click.

The edge of Lola's lips turned downwards into a frown, plopping on her mattress. Why is he so mean to me? Did I say something mean? Am I really stupid? The more she thought, the more she felt like crying and Lola hated crying.

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Freya's hands clasped together in a pleading manner in the courtyard, Axelle leaned against a tree with their guitar in hand as Atticus sat on a rock. "So...you want us to help you investigate the threats against muggles that the administration is trying to hide from us?" Atticus clarified with a brow raised, Freya eagerly nodded with tear stained cheeks. "Yes, please - I am very worried for my family and friends." The sun rays glint brightly with a lit sky and sea blend that molded perfectly into each-other above the students.

Atticus glanced at Axelle who tilted their head, biting their lower lip and then letting out a sigh. "Are you certain that you heard what you heard? I do not like rumors, Freya." The Gryffindor glared, observing the way Freya was frantically begging. "I-I swear, I also hate rumors and hate is a very strong word!" Freya lifted a finger before bouncing on heels with clasped hands. "Please, please, just help me."

Atticus boggled his head with a nod, shoes kicking a rock. "Alright, I will help you." The boy ran his fingers through his hair, Freya let out a breath of relief - one she didn't realize she was holding. Axelle furrowed their brows, "I do not know if we should really get involved..." Axelle whispered, one hand holding the guitar by the neck as the two turned towards her. "It can be dangerous if we find out something we aren't supposed to know...I can say this because of my father, he would kill me of he found out I was getting into mischief..."

Axelle then smirked, "but since when did I ever care about that? I'm in," they nodded and Freya smiled from ear to ear. "Yay, we need to start planning!" The Hufflepuff dug into her bag for a notepad, whipping it out with the small of a wooden pencil. "Well, slow down...we have to discuss." Atticus chuckled at her eagerness, "at what time exactly did you eavesdrop on this conversation?" He gently took the notepad and pencil from Freya who had her finger tapping on her chin with a hum.

"I would say...about...twelve thirty eight during lunch?" The girl scrunched her brows with pursed lips, sitting criss cross on the grass. Atticus repeated her words in a mutter, scribbling as Axelle looked over his shoulder. They teased with a chuckle, pointing at a certain word, "you misspelt that." Atticus scoffed, swatting their finger away. "Shut it." He turned towards the blonde, "I need you to please tell me everything...every exact word you heard."

Atticus rested the tip of the dull pencil on the crinkled paper, Freya shifted in place. The Hufflepuff began to explain in detail everything she heard, from what teacher said what or how long the silence was. The girl would get a bit side tracked and would describe the wood of the door but Atticus made sure to snap her back into focus.

Though he made sure to keep the girl on track, he couldn't help but let his sight wander across the courtyard where Silas was. God, what was wrong with him? The way his guys felt like they were melting in place whenever Silas would look up from his sketch book - the manner his fingers gently held the pencil as if it were to break. Atticus always adored how gentle Silas was, the way he was afraid to hurt anyone regardless of who they were.

Of course, the staring did not go unnoticed by Axelle who nudged his side with their elbow. "Whatcha' staring at Weasley?" Axelle teased with a smirk towards Atticus who had his cheeks grow pink like the flower that scattered on the fields. The boy scoffed, looking back towards Freya and the notepad. "Nothing, just thought I saw something."

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Clyde had a foot propped on the coffee table in front of him, fingers stiff against the pages of his book. A cigarette hooked along his lips, inhaling the smoke. "I did not know you enjoyed reading," the sound of Silas's voice snapped him out of trance - he rushed to put out the bud of his cigarette against the table, leaving a small mark of ashes. "Now you do," Clyde grumbled, closing his book shut as the Hufflepuff boy took a seat in front of him.

The boy squirmed slightly in his seat, palms against his jeans as the feeling in his throat tightened - like unsaid words. Clyde raised a brow, tilting his head down to meet Silas's shaky eyes. "Is there something you want to talk to me about, Rodriguez?" Gosh, it shooked Silas's core whenever Lestrange called him by his last name - it always held a tone of passive aggression. "Uh...no," he fidgeted and then gulped, "I lied...yes."

Clyde took his foot off the table, glancing around before leaning closer. "About what? Is it what I think it is about?" The Slytherin tapped his foot against the wood of the floor, the scent of coffee and books somewhat brought him back to his ground. Silas cracked his knuckles, fidgeting excessively with his fingers. "About your family, Clyde." Silas instantly sensed the tension in his friend when he said that sentence, seeing the way his jaw gritted in place.

Silas dug through his leather bag, ruffling through papers before revealing a newspaper; 'THE DAILY PROPHET.' The boy scrambled to flip through pages before getting to the missing Azkaban prisoners topic, a finger pointing at a specific name in bold. 'Gideon Lestrange.' Clyde arched a brow, leaning closer. "That man, the prisoner who escaped, is related to you...right?"

Clyde's fists clenched as his lips were in a firm line, his expression hard to read. "Yes," he replied with a mutter. The silence between the two was thick like a brick, Silas looked down of the picture of the man. The way his eery smile revealed his rotting teeth, eyes wide with dilated pupils that you could only recognize in your nightmares. Shoulders slumped with smudges of dirt and blood blended on his face.

"If you are assuming my family has something to do with the threats, I will not deny that." Clyde hinted with crossed arms as Silas's eyes widened by a mile. "You think that your fam-family may be involved?"

"I am not denying it but not confirming it." Clyde hushed, eyes scanning the newspaper with a wary glint in his eyes. "Do you think you could find out?" Silas questioned with an utter, forehead creased as well as his brows.

The tension in Clyde's shoulders rose his veins in his neck to intensify, he gritted his teeth. "I have no source of information unless..." the words edged the tip of his tongue. "Unless?" Silas pressed on, feeling his guys twist and churn in the pits of his stomach. Clyde reached for another cigarette, lighting it and placing it between his lips.

"Unless I join them myself." The Slytherin tilted his head back slightly, letting out an exhale of smoke. Silas's jaw went slack, "join who? Join...join the...you know who?" The Hufflepuff couldn't even stand the thought of his friend joining such a malicious group, a blood thirsty cult.

"Mhm," Clyde hummed against the cigarette. His fingers pried it away from his lips, the smoke aching. Silas gulped down the parched of his throat, "well...will you?" His shoulders slumped, this question could either make or break their friendship. How can I be friends with someone who hates the one thing I am?

"I am not a monster," Clyde chuckled with his brows furrowed. He leaned back into his seat as a shaky giggle came from Silas, "I'm just making sure."

"You would have to skin me alive before I even go near that shit." Silas nodded at his gruesome words, the feeling of fear edged off a bit but still lingered. He was glad someone like Clyde in a family full of blood-grueling murderers understood morals.

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"How did you even manage to find these?" Roman furrowed his brows as he sat at his desk, a stack of books on his desk; the books had a peculiar scent of wet dirt, the edges crinkled as the dust sprinkled off them with each turn of the page. Zelda sat on his desk, swinging her legs, shrugging. Roman glared at the Ravenclaw girl before opening a book, his fingertips entranced with the power the pages withheld.

"Since I gave you what you wanted, I want something." Zelda looked down at Roman, fingers twirling the ends of her hair. The boy eagerly flipped through several pages, scoffing. "What do you want?" He snapped with a grunt, eyeing Zelda from the side of his view. "Why do you need these books," the girl snatched one from the stack and went through it herself. Roman circled his shoulder, stretching his muscles with a moan.

"Because I want to," Roman replied with a cocky chuckle, "it is none of your business." Zelda cocked her head to the side, "it kind of is if I am the one giving you the books." The girl got off the desk, eyes studied his area of the dorm like she was trying to read what type of person he was. She placed a sudden hand on his shoulders, "it is a bit odd how a boy like you is interested in dark magic."

Roman's eyes flickered with irritation at her touch, hands prying her own away aggressively. "Boy like me?" He cautioned with an arched brow, Zelda hummed. "Obnoxious, impolite, and so weak." She whispered with a tone of despise, "I pity you." He looked over his shoulder, jaw gritted with a sigh. I am not weak. "I can be nice," Roman hushed, "you are just such an ass that is quite impossible."

Zelda scoffed with a hand on her hip, "this ass got what you wanted, and I did not agree to this without a price so answer my question." She pointed a firm finger towards him, he eyed her with a sense of irritation that radiated in his eyes. Just when he was about to speak his dorm door slammed open, panting coming from the figure.

"Rom-Roman!" Lola panted with heavy breaths, hands on her knees as her messy hair fell over her shoulders. "What the hell, what did I tell you about knocking dumbass?" Roman snapped, Zelda slapped his shoulder before making her way to Lola. She placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it as she led Lola to sit on the mattress. "Relax, catch your breath and then you can talk."

Lola nodded, her bottom lip quivering. Roman eyed the two, why did she get along so well with Lola and he couldn't? "McGonagall is having professors search everyone." Zelda's eyes widened, she could practically feel her heart freeze into place. She turned around and rushed to pick up the books on Roman's desk, Roman understood what she was doing and grabbed some himself. Lola tilted her head in confusion, "what are those?"

"Bad people books," Zelda kept her answer short as she glanced around the room. Lola blinked, bad people books? Roman swatted Lola's legs out the way who pressed them against her chest. He rummaged under his bed, suddenly removing a piece of stone with a groan.

"Hurry!" Zelda groaned as she held the thick books in her hands, her foot kicking the back off Roman's bottom. "Stop kicking my ass idiot!" Lola muffler her giggle with her shirt sleeve, Zelda got her knees and slid the book under the bed towards Roman who dropped them into the hole of the broken floor. Soon enough Roman hid the dark magic books under a stone on the floor, placing it back on its spot.

He got out from underneath his bed, hair matted like a mess. "Were they really bad?" Lola whispered, hands hovered over her mouth. Roman rolled his eyes, turning to Lola. "And who did you hear this McGonagall thing from?"

"Clyde."

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Clyde leaned his back against the pole of his bed, tilting his head and chuckling towards McGonagall when they found nothing. "Told you that I have nothing," the Slytherin towered over the elderly lady who adjusted the glasses that rested on the tip of her nose. "We are going through every student, Lestrange, it is nothing personal."

"Bullshit," Clyde uttered with a scoff as Minerva gave him a stern look. "You know we do not make judgements based off the family our students come from." Clyde rolled his eyes at her words, looking through the clutter of mess on his bed from the search. "Whatever," he replied as he ran his fingers through his head, then rubbing the back of his neck.

"Have a good day, Mister Lestrange."

The click of the door only made the blood rush worse, why did everyone believe he was like his family? Blood doesn't mean anything, at least is what he tried telling himself. Clyde dropped onto the bed, looking at the cluttering mess. His eyes traveled to the small photo frame of him and his mother when he was younger, the only photo he had found. A small knock at his door snapped out of his trance, lifting his chin. "Open."

Dante gently closed the door behind him; the bags under his eyes have darkened like the moon, his eyelids drooped and his brows rested like the dead. "Are you clear?" He tilted his head, hands in his jacket's pockets. Clyde gave him a firm nod, "they did not find shit but it's not like I had anything anyway." The Slytherin felt a bit offended that everyone assumed he had something darkly hidden.

"Have they asked you anything or suggested joining?"
"The...?"
"Yeah, them." Dante straightened his posture, lips pursed with a sigh as Clyde nodded no with slouched shoulders. "No, fortunately they have not. Have they asked you?" Dante felt his heart pick up at his question, hands dampening in his pockets. "My grandfather keeps trying to convince me to somehow get involved to serve the Dark Lord." Dante whispered with a hush, setting himself beside Clyde who arched a single brow.

"But your grandfather is an idiot, why are you even bothering to hear him out?" Clyde blinked in disbelief, the tension on Dante's jaw tensed. "My grandfather is not an idiot, I am just playing along." Clyde licked his bottom lip, scoffing at the idiocy of Dante. "Playing a dangerous game, you are giving them just what they want."

"Well, it is my family I cannot do much." Dante groaned, head in his hands. "I cannot disappoint them." Clyde could feel the irritation swell beneath his skin, "so fuck morals because your family chooses to kiss ass to a cult?" Dante lifted his head, glaring sharply at Clyde.

"Oh says you, your family is much more at fault than mine!" "So? You don't see me playing patty cake with them do you?" Clyde shot back with a sarcastic smile pressed against his lips, "you're pissing me off." Dante got up from the bed, "I thought you would understand."

The frustrated boy stormed off from the room, slamming the door shut. The photo frames on the walls trembled along the vibration, Clyde looked down at his shoes. How can someone be so weak? Though he did not want to admit it, deep down he did understand Dante.

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The unending bright sky was glorious luminous blue and pink. The birds freely drifted through the fresh air, the sun throbbed in the head of the air. The sound of Professor Perry's voice bored into the head of Axelle, their head leaning against the palm of their hand. Dante kicked their foot underneath the table, "aren't you failing potions? You should pay attention," he teased with a chuckle, elbows leaning on the table. Axelle rolled their eyes, "fuck off - I have not slept all night."

Once the word "Amortentia" left Professor Perry's mouth, Axelle scoffed. "You have got to be kidding me," the Potter muttered with a frown. Dante glanced around the class, "I wonder who you may smell." Axelle boggled their head, "no one."

"Now who here knows what this potion is?" Professor Perry raised her brows, her pointed chin in the air with squinted eyes as she scanned the classroom. Roman slowly raised his hand, back slouched against the chair. "Amortentia is the strongest love potion in the world." Professor Perry nodded her hair, her matted hair bounced along. "Good definition, simple but good - any other answers?"

Zelda lazily raised her hand beside her shoulders, "Miss Noire." The professor nodded, Roman clenched his jaw and looked over his shoulder back at Zelda who was behind him. "It is the strongest love potion in the world." Roman scoffed, muffling it with the palm of his hand; What an idiot, I said that.

"It has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, people who attract them. Taking the potion itself causes obsession." Zelda sighed, tilting her head as Professor Perry gave her a satisfied hum, "good job Miss Noire." Roman rolled his eyes, looking down at his notebook with a glare.

Another hand rose from the back of the classroom, "yes - Silas?" Professor Perry placed her hands on the curve of her slim waist, lips parted. Silas cleared his throat, "uh...are we by any chance going to make the potion?"

"Ding-ding, we are!" Professor Perry clasped her hands together with a grin, Atticus glanced to his side - locking eyes with Silas who could have sworn he felt himself jump a bit from his seat.

"Tomorrow we will begin the Amortentia potion, today we will be studying it." Silas nodded in understanding, "okay thank you." The timid boy thanked, scribbling a few quick "notes" when really he was pretending to look busy, trying not to freak out on Atticus.

"Pssst," Lola whispered in front of her where Clyde slouched at. He furrowed his brows, still looking ahead but muttering a quick "what?" Clyde could hear her ink pen thump against the counter, tilting his head in a puzzled state when the girl outstretched her arm in front of him - offering a ripped piece of notepaper.

"What is that?" He snapped, eyeing her hand as she waved it in his face. "Just take it!" Clyde complied and took it with a sigh, hearing her small giggle from behind him. He looked down at the neatly written phone number, a heart at the end. Her number? Clyde has never had anyone give them their number, they were always so afraid of him.

Soon the class ended with a small ding from the alarm, students shuffled their way through the classroom and out the hallway. Roman tapped his foot out of frustration due to no one making any efforts to walk, shoving his way into the crowd. His shoulder bumped harshly against Atticus who had an ink pen in his hand, feeling the dampness of the ink against his shirt. The liquid imprinted on Roman's shirt grossly, like mud against tile.

The students gasped, a few giggles lingered as Atticus's eyes widened. "I-I am so sorry," the Weasley boy whispered. Roman shoved him with one hand, "look what the fuck you did man!" The boy groaned in frustration. Atticus frowned with a sigh, "I said sorry!" His frown deepened when Roman shoved him again, sending him against the wall with a thump. When Roman raised his arm to get a firm hit at Atticus, the boy dodged it by ducking.

The crowd let out a few gasps, Roman tilted his head - feeling the embarrassment grill into his face. The Ravenclaw pounced onto the Hufflepuff boy, sending him onto the floor on his back. His fist landed against his body, sending bloodied spit flying from Atticus's mouth. The crowd huddled around, cheering or laughing - maybe both. Roman did not know where his fists were landing, but he did not care as long as it landed on Atticus.

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Clyde typed the number from the ripped paper onto his phone, his thumb hovering over the message button. He looked up at the painted sky, back rough against the tree as his other hand rested against the grass of the dirt. He typed hastily, afraid he would regret the message. "Hello, it's Clyde." The Slytherin hit sent and stared at the chat for a few seconds.

What am I even doing?

A sudden call came in from Lola, raising a brow as he answered and pressed the phone against his ear. "Yay, you have my number!" Her voice echoed from the other line, he felt a sudden warmth in his chest. The same warmth he felt when he would spend nights staying up late reading.

"I do..." he dug into his pocket for a cigarette. "Do you need something?" He questioned, finding it a bit odd she gave her number out to him suddenly. "Nope!" Lola cheerily responded, a small laugh coming from her. "I just figured that since we are friends now, we should have eachother's number!"

Friends? Clyde felt his breath hitch in his throat, "friends?" He furrowed his brows. "Friends!" Lola confirmed. "Oh..." Clyde gulped, looking down at the cigarette between his fingers. "Oh em gee, I see you!" The girl softly giggled, Clyde tilted his head. "You what?"

"I see you!"

Before Clyde could even get a glance, Lola abruptly hung up. A sudden tap on his shoulder and he could guess correct right the first time - it was Lola. Her cheeky smile on her face made it almost impossible for Clyde to glare at her. The way her hands were behind her back, rocking slightly back and forth. "Oh, you did see me." Clyde stood up, dusting off his pants as he bit the cigarette between his lips.

"I have eyes," Lola made her hands into circles, placing them on her eyes to make hand goggles. Clyde couldn't help but chuckle at her stupid movements, "I see that." He nodded, looking down at the girl who played with her own hands.

"Hello, friend!" Clyde blinked at her words, "hello." He inhaled a bit of the cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it with the heel of his shoe. Lola gasped, "isn't that littering!" The girl placed a hand on her hand, as if she were in distress and based off her looks, Clyde would assume so.

"It is just a cigarette," he looked down at the sizzling bud that was now just ashes on paper. "But still!" Lola snatched it from the ground, holding it up to Clyde's face. "Look!"

Clyde swatted the crushed cigarette from her fingers, "do not touch that." He scoffed, "that is disgusting and dirty." Lola watched as the trash landed on the dirt, frowning. She looked down at her now stained fingertips, "sorry."

Clyde could sense the embarrassment off her face, forgetting how sensitive she really was. He rolled his eyes, digging in his robe for something. Lola's eyes lit up when he whipped out a small piece of cloth. "Here," he grabbed her hand and placed the cloth in the palm of her hand. "Clean that shit up, it is gross."

Lola looked down at the cloth, smiling to herself. How sweet of Clyde Lestrange.

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AUTHORS NOTE

Hellooo everyone sorry for the delay, Wattpad glitched and deleted my chapter I was so upset :( I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!