Diary of a Slytherin Girl 
Wednesday 8th September
I look like a Malfoy. With flaxen skin and ice white hair, there is no denying the physical attributes my forefathers gave me – those characteristics are unfortunately dominant. However, I hope I have a less harsh nature. I certainly don’t share the typical views that are associated with my family. Just because I’m a pureblood does not mean I am a bad person (it works both ways, which people seem to forget).
Alaric did not seem to care about my family when we became friends. I didn’t always hold the negative view of Alaric as I do now, but I was fooled by his charm. He appeared so clever and fascinating, so open minded and witty. I’m not going to lie and say that the fact he is handsome beyond belief did not sway me at all, but it was not the main factor. He just seemed to care about me. But that all changed.
“Calantha?” Professor Nicodemus snaps at me, his chins wobbling furiously. Yvette slaps me on the back and I straighten up quickly to a room of suppressing giggles.
“Yes, Professor Nicodemus?” I smile, cocking my head to the side in innocence. It was difficult to pay attention in his class, particularly when he only teaches Potions.
“Were you listening?”
“Of course, Professor Nicodemus.”
“Then what did I say?” The room goes quiet and I feel intense glares from around the class. No, I was not bloody listening, which I am sure I will pay for now. I take a hit in the dark, reading a title displayed on the blackboard behind him.
“Erm...you were saying, about the, about the spell. You know, the forbidden ones.”
“The Forbidden Curses, Miss Malfoy. You should do well to pay attention to these...” He snarls, and I grind my teeth; Yvette places a solid hand on my arm, where my wand is raised beneath the table. Calm down Calantha, these are the burdens of your family. Do not rise to it.
“As I was saying, the law states that anyone who uses these curses in unlawful circumstances are sent to Azkaban. Now, you may be wondering, ‘why are we learning about curses in potions?” Well, there are potion versions. Albeit, ours will be very diluted; Imperious Venenum makes the taker succumb to most suggestions of the person who created the potion. However, it has to be built up. Start off with small suggestions, and you get more ludicrous, however it is highly unlikely you get anybody to do dangerous acts, because they still have their own mind. It’s a little like being drunk, used for getting information out of people usually. This is what we will be making today.”
“What about the other two? What do they do?” Alaric said, who had been sitting quietly in the back. The students did not turn to look at him, but whispered to each other.
Professor Nicodemus hesitated. “Well...Cruxious Venemon causes the taker inner pain, not real but in the mind, makes them feel ill, sick, weak. It is less effective than the curse itself, and wears off within a day or two. Not many people make it now, people can fake more realistic illnesses buy using Nosebleed Nougats and Vomit Pastels. It is a little outdated.”
“The Avada Kedavra Venenom is most interesting. The taker will be able to carry about their lives, while all the while appearing dead. For anyone who examines them, they will show all the symptoms of death – no pulse, no breath, cold. However they will still be able to move, and so on. Perfect for faking your own death.” Alaric says nothing. “Anyway, on with the task.”
“This task is pointless if you ask me.” Yvette moaned, tossing me a bottle of black liquid of Reputo.
“I’m not asking.” I said, laying out the equipment onto our table. The classroom filled with quiet mumbling as the Professor left the front of the class.
“We don’t even get to keep it.”
“Contrary Miss Nouvel, after we make them we will drink these potions and I will teach you how to control yourself. But not until next lesson, and until then they will be kept with me.” Professor Nicodemus sniggered, walking to our table and then quickly away again when another student raised their hand.
Yvette pulled a face behind his back and turned back to me, ruffling her pixie hair cut.
“So, are we going to talk about what I saw on the train?”
“Come on, I’m your bestfriend, you have to tell me. Otherwise I will spread around that you too are back together. Then what will dear William think?” I stirred the pot carefully, already picturing William’s face; his olive skin twisted in anger, cerulean eyes boiling while I tried to explain. Being a Gryffindor prefect, he had already taken a huge risk in dating me, a lowly Slitheryn girl. If he thought I was making a fool of him...I shuddered at the thought.
“Please, don’t tell him.” Yvette smiled cruelly, dancing to my side as she took over the cauldron, pushing me to the side.
“I don’t think I need to.”
“Excuse me, Professor; can I please speak to Calantha Malfoy?” A hoarse voice thundered behind me. I turned round, knees buckling as William towered in the doorway. His dark curly hair was brushed back, revealing clad iron eyes that locked onto me. I gulped, drawing to him, the Professor’s voice already faded. William grouped my shoulders in his arm as we left the room, then he lowered to my waist as we walked out of sight. He said nothing until we reared down another corridor completely, and then shuffled me into the abandoned girls bathroom. After scouring the room to find Moaning Myrtle absent, he slammed his hand on the wall aside of my head,
“What happened?” He demanded, his voice louder than he expected and he repeated again more quietly, “What happened on the train? I thought you were avoiding me, and now I know why.”
“No, I was not avoiding you, I wouldn’t. It’s just been hectic that’s all. And nothing happened on the train, honestly. Just...Alaric tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away, please don’t be mad.”
William sighed, almost disappointed, “I should have expected this...” His face smoothed, the unbecoming ashen sheet returning to its natural golden glow, but his lean body still towered inches above me. His shirt was taut across his chest, almost hidden beneath the black cloak, the Gryffindor symbol overbearing.
It had been a while since I had spoken to William, over the summer we had not exchanged many letters, and he was right. I had been avoiding him since our return to Hogwarts three days ago. But it was not over what had happened with Alaric, as awful as an experience that had been. It was what had happened been discussed between William and I before the summer holidays.
“Expected what?” I asked, defensive.
“Trouble.” He smiled, kissing my cheek lightly. My brows furrowed.
“Just another Slitheryn, right?”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why, is there something wrong with it?”
“I’m the one who should be mad here!”
“If I’m so much trouble then why bother.” I snapped, moving away from under his shadow. His arm outstretched across my chest and pushed my back against the wall, caging me in his arms.
“I know what this is.” He grinned, tapping my chin upwards. “You’re nervous. Hah, that is why you have been avoiding me, isn’t it.” He glued my eyes to his, pressing eagerly on my lips.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not mad. It’s okay to be nervous, just don’t go back on our deal, kay?” I nodded limply.
“What about Alaric? What are you going to do?” I asked while William held the door open for me, escorting me back to class.
“Don’t worry about him. You just worry about me.” We walked in silence back to class, where I shakily headed back to Yvette. Another thing you should know about me – while I hate Alaric, I hate William even more.
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