The three Malfoy siblings stood inside a dusty and anbandoned classroom. Valerie was holding a book behind her back while her brothers tried to reason with her. They were close to starting an argument if they didn't get what they wanted. But each of them had the similar goal in mind: get the bloody book all for themselves.
"I don't get why you would be needing it, Valerie." Damian groaned, craning his neck around to get a peek at the battered book hidden behind his sister. Beside him Scorpius nodded his head in agreement.
"He's right," he said. "You're still in your third year. There's no way Slughorn'll be teaching you lot about the darkest potions ever created."
Their sister narrowed her eyes at the both of them as she took a step back, aware of their Slytherin personalities. She almost laughed at her current position; stuck in a fucking snake pit. "I won't fall for any of your tricks." She hissed. "And I won the book fair and square by owling Grandma Cissa for it first."
Scorpius grumbled something under his breath. He was getting impatient. Valerie was just as stubborn and hardheaded than their mother making her a perfect fit for the House of Godric Gryffinfor. Plus she's had to deal with five Slytherins for all of her thirteen years of existence. So, there was no point in trying to convince her for their own pleasure.
At the corner of his eye, Scorpius swore he saw his older brother's hand itching to take his wand from where Scorpius knew he hid it inside his school robes. Technically, Damian was thinking the same things as he was.
Scorpius sighed and looked up to the ceiling and grumbled something likely about cursing stubborn Gryffindors mating with cunning Slytherins and Gryffindors being so bloody hard to cooperate with at times.
If the three of them had to duel each other for the blasted copy of Dark Potions for the Most Devious than so fucking be it.