Chapter One
September 1st 2023
Lorcan Scamander stalked through the corridors of the dormant Hogwarts Express, students bidding their parents farewell with teary eyes outside the softly puffing scarlet beast. He ran his teeth over the glistening silver ring that sat along the right of his bottom lip, shaking his collarbone-length wispy pale blonde tangles out of his ashen silver orbs as he went. He smoothed his elegant Slytherin robes about his tall, slender figure before sliding his hands into the deep pockets of his billowing cloak. He walked alongside Crispin Chang as he chattered on about Quidditch, boasting about his unrivalled seeker abilities. Crispin's raven tumbles crashed about his neck as he bounced at Lorcan's side, his Ravenclaw robes clinging to his well-built features as his emerald orbs glistened with a competitive glee.
"I think you forget, Crispin, that Slytherins always reign supreme. You have just about the same chance as winning the Quidditch Cup as a little Hufflepuff." Lorcan retorted at the boy of Chinese heritage shook his head furiously.
"Ha! Slytherin hasn't won in years. Now that James Potter has graduated from Gryffindor, we are the favourites to win. And let us not forgot that we have the best looking seeker." Crispin grinned playfully, nudging his comrade humorously as they continued to chatter on.
"I had better make my way back to the Ravenclaw carriage." Crispin piped as Lorcan nodded in response, bidding his comrade farewell.
As the two separated to move to their respective house carriages, Lorcan passed a cluster of Hufflepuff second year females gathered about the end of the carriage, their starry eyes widening at the fifth year Slytherin in fear as they lowered their voices to whispers, averting their gazes from his. Lorcan felt a smirk tug at his lips in delight as he whipped passed the girls into the Slytherin carriage, hearing sighs of relief escape the young Hufflepuffs.
"Shut up you filthy little toe rag!" A shrill female shrieked as Lorcan rolled his eyes, moving towards the compartment from which the voice erupted.
He ripped the door open to see Serena Flint pointing her sleek ebony wand towards her twin brother, her pin straight ebony hair whipping about her waist furiously as her clouded over grey eyes glared at Silas Flint with fury. Her gaunt, pale features were framed by her dark tangles, her Slytherin robes falling about her frightfully thin, tall figure loosely.
"You never speak to me like that you rotten swine."
"Calm it, Serena." Lorcan hissed, rolling his eyes in irritation as she held her nose high in the air, waiting for her brother to weakly beg for forgiveness.
Silas Flint shook his head with a sarcastic dry laugh before his thin lips returned to their characteristic frown, decorated by black studded snakebites and angel bites, a glistening silver arrow bar pierced through his eyebrow. The candlelight framed his well-defined cheekbones as his long, spider-like fingers under his chin, tilting his pallid gaunt face up to meet his sister's glare. He combed a curtain of long dark hair out of his dark ashen eyes as the tumbles fell about his slender shoulders.
"Sit down, Serena," His dark voice hissed as he moved to his feet, matching her height exactly as his robes hung from his shoulders loosely, hiding his skeletal figure, "Don't try and play with the big boys."
He moved her wand from his face with the back of his hand before returning to his seat, Serena following suit with a scowl meeting her scarlet lips. The remainder of the compartment rolled their eyes in unison with Lorcan as he perched himself beside his oldest companion, Mackenzie Goyle.
"Good morning," She beamed, nudging him playfully as her dark chocolate tumbles fell about her shoulders in a waterfall of unruly curls.
Her large mocha eyes twinkled happily at Lorcan, her fair skin glistening beneath the candlelight as she flicked her slanted bangs out of her eyes softly. Her robes clung tightly to her well-defined figure, framing her alluring curves, earning her many hungry looks from males of any house affiliation. Lorcan smiled at her beautiful features before his eyes scanned the remainder of the compartment.
The seventh year Brayden Zabini sat alongside Silas Flint, his tall athletic build slouching against the corner of the compartment as his lips wore a smug smirk. His mocha skin was flawless, his almond-shaped hazel eyes framing Mackenzie's figure desirably. His right ear had a miniscule silver hoop threaded through the rim, his slender figures sporting several extravagant, elegantly carved silver rings.
Across from him sat his fellow seventh year, Scorpius Malfoy, a Dark Arts tome resting in his nimble fingers as his grey eyes darted about the tanned parchment skilfully. Sleek platinum blonde tangles fell about his neck, cascading over his pallid complexion as he read, framing his sharp, elfin features. Finally, the sixth year Aiden Xavier Cooper sat on the other side of Silas Flint, his silver eyes scanning the ceiling overhead as his lips were pursed together tightly. His pale complexion wore a stern expression, a couple of freckles dotted along the bridge of his pointed nose. His golden tangles clung to the nape of his neck, wisps of hair sticking up here and there, framing his pointed features.
"Kenzie, where is Tues?" Lorcan piped in confusion, searching for the final member of their exclusive trio.
"You know her, she left as soon as the crowd started pouring in..." She retorted with a grin.
"Of course," He chuckled gently, "I should have known.
"Who cares," Serena spat in irritation, "I don't even know why you two are so close with her. She is a complete freak."
"Shut it, Ser." Mackenzie growled furiously, "Or I will bloody hex you into oblivion."
"Tuesday is our closest and oldest friend." Lorcan added, narrowing his eyes at Serena, whipping his wand from his cloak, "If you're going to make us choose, trust me, you are disposable."
The remainder of the compartment roared with snorts of laughter, Serena's cheeks blushing a deep crimson as she folded her arms over her chest, sulking furiously.
"She shouldn't even be a Slytherin..."
Lorcan rolled his eyes, ignoring the girl's comments, aware that the only reason for her actions was her bizarre claim over Mackenzie Goyle as her closest friend, not anyone else's. Brushing off the stiff atmosphere, he returned to the conversation, nudging Mackenzie with his elbow gently.
"Well, where is she?"
"I know..." Aiden chimed from the corner with a smirk, "She is in Albus Severus Potter's compartment. Now he should not be a Slytherin."