"Oh come on you can't expect one person to pull the entire team to victory" Sarah insisted her wavy black hair bouncy excitedly off her shoulders.
"Oh come off it, I'm just saying that Ravenclaw are a threat, their team has been practicing a lot…every morning, noon and night to be specific, you cant just write them off"
"Andrew, that's not what I'm saying at all, I'm just saying that you're working the team too hard, Augie is constantly falling asleep in DADA because you don't let up on him"
Andrew Potter looked outraged, "Working him hard am I? Well perhaps if he were a better seeker we wouldn't have to worry so much about our next match, I mean you and Louie are great, as am I come to think of it, but it just isn't enough, this year has got to be our year and you know breaking in Pat has been grating on my nerves…I just want to ensure our victory"
Andrew's knuckles were white and his cheeks red from straining, Sarah had seen him like this before…before every game actually; he took his position as quidditch captain extraordinarily seriously. Sarah smiled brightly linking her arm with his, "Alright then, I guess we should get back to it then, but you seriously need to calm down a tad or you're likely to have a hernia"
Sarah Valentino was an absolute sweetheart, one smile from her could quell even the fiercest of beasts…of course she could also become quite a vicious beast when rubbed the wrong way, but that hardly ever happened around anyone except her brothers. She was currently laughing out loudly as she led Andrew back to the rest of the disgruntled Gryffindor team, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement as they often did when around her friends. Meanwhile, a little bit away a pair of grey eyes were observing her curiously from the window in the Slytherin 5th year boys dormitory.
"Satisfying your unhealthy obsession then are we?"
Alpheus Black looked sharply from the window at his fellow Slytherin Isaac Zambini.
"No idea what your talking about"
"She'll never notice you, it's unhealthy chasing after something you can never have" quipped Isaac, lazily lying over the banister of his bed, his dark black locks brushing the green carpeted floor.
"What makes you assume that I cant have what I want? Not that I'd be at all interested I might add, after all she's nothing but a dirty little blood traitor" Black articulated his eyes narrowing at the four occupants of the room as though challenging them to contradict him.
"She has a mighty fine arse for a blood traitor though, and those eyes, god, you could drown in those eyes" Abraxas Malfoy commented appreciatively, his dark brown eyes clouded over.
"She also comes from one of the richest, most influential, pure blood families in all of Europe, not something to quaffed at" Zambini added languidly letting out a rather large yawn.
Alphard smiled tightly, obviously rattled by the fact that they had effectively contradicted him. He then turned to the other boy in the room, his lips quirking into a smirk as he took in the book he was reading. "What do you think then Tom? Is little Miss Valentino as amazing as the others are so obviously suggesting?"
Abraxas's eyes snapped to Tom, his curiosity peaked. Even Isaac lifted his head slightly before realising that he could hear perfectly well without the extra effort. Tom Riddle lifted his eyes from the worn copy of Casting and controlling his almost black eyes gazing at Alphard evenly.
"I wasn't aware that my opinion was of that much significance, or that I had any need to participate in this conversation. Tell me Alphard, why you felt it necessary to pull me into it."
"Oh come now Tom, you know all of us here value your opinion…on all matters" he said cordially his eyes locking on the book in Tom's arms, "I believe we have proved that to you on all accounts. I was merely curious as to what you think of Sarah Valentino, quite a fine specimen is she not? Not below your standards surely?"
It was a loaded question; everyone in the room knew that. Abraxas sat up slightly in his seat watching Tom curiously. Everyone knew that Tom Riddle was not someone who one casually joked with, his entire demeanour suggested it. He reeked of perfection and power, his word was final among Slytherins, admired by the professors and always carefully calculated before spoken. Black may have just stepped over the line, and Abraxas would be darned if he let an opportunity to see Alphard put in his place, pass. Tom however seemed not to be at all unruffled by the grey eyed boys comment, he simply smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes…his smiles never really did.
"Well Alphard since you are so curious. I think she's a very pretty girl, very smart, very opinionated and very very Gryffindor…but I suppose you already know all that, what with your constant observation, tell me have you gathered any new information that would be at all helpful with your quest?" he asked mildly
Black's eyebrows furrowed with confusion, obviously this was not the answer he was expecting. "Quest?"
"Your quest to capture her heart of course" Tom said simply,
"I do not wish to capture her heart" Black insisted instantly, his fists clenched and eyes ablaze with assertion.
Tom looked at the clock to the left of the window before his eyes snapped beck to infuriated youth in front of him. He gave Alphard a hollow, ghost of a smile, "Well then why look, if you do not wish to conquer? She's just a filthy blood traitor after all" He stated mockingly, mimicking Black's earlier words. "Well anyway, I have places to be" he stated simply to the room before striding out of the open door.
The silence of the room was only broken 10 minutes later when Abraxas commented unnecessarily, "He's a strange one isn't he?"