Chapter 3
Warm Fire and Body
It had been one of those days, long and tiresome. Her feet ached as she walked along the hard, stone flooring having not paid attention to where she was going she looked up to find herself in front of the passage to the infamous, Room of Requirements. To most who didn't know of the room they would merely see a wall holding no real significance at all, but to others this wall was a secretive welcoming in favor of those who were either lost, or in possible need of the Loo. The room would appear when the passer-by needed something the most, no matter what it may be. For the room held the answers to everything you searched for. For if you must ask you need not know, but if you know you need not ask.
Closing her eyes she thought of a place she could be alone, but not completely. She heard the walls begin to form into what she needed, the decorative door stood tall and welcoming, its rooms of many wonders seconds away. She pushed open the heavy door peering inside to what treasures it may hold. She gazed across the darkly lit, large room to find many books line the tall windowless structure. To some this would be a jail house of cruel and unusual punishment; but to her it was a dream come true, that was until she peered closer near the fire. In the back corner sat a large, maroon-colored chair, at first it just looked shadowed against the bright fire, but if you looked closer one could see the outline of a figure, slumped deep within the fluffy chair.
Stepping with caution she slowly made her way closer to the strange figure before her careful not to disturb incase the figure was a ravenous animal. "H-hello?' She called out hesitantly leaning sideways bracing for a better look at the strange, and unknown being. As she came closer the figure turned around, its face in the opening of the flames light. Upon seeing the stangers face her stomach dropped, and her muscles twitched. Here sat her mortal enemy, the person she loathed almost as much as Muggles themselves. Peter sighed muttering softly, "Bloody hell..."
Olivia peered back at him in disgust thinking back to their late reunion. You see these two hadn't always been enemies from the very beginning, it had been quite the opposite actually. One night they almost ended up shagging, but Peter was courted to a girl he held rather close to his heart, unable to cheat he ran off leaving poor Olivia stuck in the Black Lake with many emotions and questions along with her. Soon after she grew to find him peculiar and misunderstood, not believing him to be a foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.
Just the sight of him sent her blood boiling and her anger rising, each passing moment threatened her to remove the smug look off his face, "You have got to be bloody kidding me. I think of alone, and comfortable. And I get you?" She shook her head as a disgruntled and disgusted look swept across her face. He sneered back at her, his beautiful blue eyes darkening slowly. No matter how much she loathed him, there was no denying the simple fact he was attractive; standing 4 inches taller than her not just by height but stature gave him a mysterious feel. He wasn't necessarily the mysterious type, but his broad shoulders, muscle-toned chest, and dark features gave any female passer-by an eerie yet attracted interest. He then turned back around in the chair facing the hot fire once more, "Fuck off, Olivia. Can't you find someone else to bother?" his words were that compared to a lions growl with intimidation to its prey. Instead of being just so she held her head high, walking further from the door and into the deep, dark contents of the room, making her way over to the beloved books. Rolling her eyes she folded her arms sneering back at him, "Can't you go follow Charley around like the lost puppy you are and leave me alone. I've fucked you up once. I can always do it again." Sneering with triumph she glanced over the many titles that lay dustily in the rows of books against the backside of the wall. Coming across a rather interesting Dark Arts book she slide it out carefully making sure not to disrupt the binding, and briskly made her way to the opposite side of the room, making sure to be as far away from him as possible.
The second to last meeting they had had was that to be memorable, to say the least. Peter was the masochistic type, who thrived on the pain of others. She had opened up to him, let her walls fall for just a split second, and for that fraction of a second he had ruined ever allowing her to trust him again. She was use to guys coming in and using her for their sick and pleasurable fantasies, but never had she had a guy intentionally try to 'break' her. But alas here they sat in the same and opposite sides of the room with great distaste, and disgust for each other. From any third party viewer their hatred was easily viewed upon the surface without needing to know the depth.
Peering back down at the fragile binded book which lay against her warm and petite lap, an idea gave her quiet inspiration. As devious smirk play against her subtle exterior she became cautious not to make any definite sounds to draw Peter's attention, she removed her wand from her suede sling bag. Staring back at the couch with concentration, she sat up she mumbled a spell from under her breathe. To her sweet delight a small fire was ignite upon the surface of the long,maroon couch next to his large knuckle. Narrowing her eyes she kept her focus concentrating on the glowing hot flame which lay contained, though this knowledge need-not-be told to her enemy that lay half unconscious on the elongated furniture. She narrowed her eye in concentration making sure not to wonder, to her ravishment the flame grew in height, she could feel its delectable warmth across the room where she sat.
As if on cue Peter jumped up horror and confusion dance abroad his chiseled features. With the flick of his wand the fire was out, though she couldn't help a small pout emerge against her delicate lips. Shooting her a glance of instant judgment, and his jaw tightened with anger he shouted unpleasantly, "What the bloody hell! Do you mind?" His voice sharp and out of breathe, and his eyes narrowing with hidden intent.
With a wicked laugh she responded, "It's called f-i-r-e. No I don't actually, cute frightened face. You looked oh-so suprised" His dark brown hair was tousled slightly and out of his face, leaving his brown eyes more noticeable than usual. "I wasn't scared…just surprised, that's all." He scowled at her again and sat himself back down on the couch, kicking his feet up and slowly closing his eyes. He secretly hoped that the witch would in her right mind just leave him alone, but he knew he'd never have such luck. With the roll of her eyes she replied, "Sure. Whatever." making her way back to the dusty all chair at the end of the room. Opening her book out once more she began to read the beginning pages to the dark information which lay writing out on the ancient text.
Peter shook his head with a scoff a small sneer danced against his tanned face, with the swish of his wand the flower vase which sat next to Olivia, burst into million of hairy small spiders. Olivia glanced down to a million tiny prickled dancing against her leg and arms, in a rush her eyes widened, her hands flew up in defense, and screamed with terror at the tiny ambush speeding for her face. In fast wit she cast Avifors maximus towards the millions of spiders which now flew in place as electric blue birds. Their wings were beautiful lit around the darkened aray of the room. With the nod of her head she ordered Oppugno. The millions of birds before her advanced towards the heartless boy who now didn't look so gleeful. Disappointment arose as she saw each and every bird disappear in a vast of dust, their ashes scattered across the obscured floor. She sighed placing her hands upon her pointed hip-bones, "Your really going to have to try harder than that sweetheart. I thought you were a Death Eater after all?" He smirked raising his bush eyebrows at her. "Oh? That is nothing, love. I guess you should teach me then." She cocked her head to the side a smirk upon her pale complexion, as her vibrant green eyes sparked with a sneaky plan. She stepped into the dueling stance she knew all too well from the many years of practice, not only at the school but with her father. Magic was of high-regard with her family, if it could be mastered at an early years than they would try, at least her father would. In a fast motion she cast Firestorm. A tricky spell. If cast properly than your opponent would either lay upon the ground unconscious having suffocated to death, or it would be a ray of protection from a vast number of spells. Red light of fire burst out of her wand, as she twisted her wrist in a round-ward motion a ring of fire began to form around him. This was by far her favorite spell. When you cast a ring of fire around some fast enough, it sucks all the oxygen out within the ring. Her father had taught her this when she was 10. Advanced magic, yet very useful. She smirked as she could see his face look slightly worrisome. One minute he was sneering at her with triumph over terrifying the girl as if he an elephant and her a mouse, yet the next he was engulfed in a ring of flames and grasping for air. She didn't want to kill him, merely shake him up a bit. Throwing her wand down to her side, she broke the spell as the flames dissolving them into the air. She walked over to the boy who now lay upon the hard floor, a smug grin placed upon her face.
"You bitch." He scowled and turned to face her. "What in Merlin's name was that?"
"Aw, why thank you. Bitch is a compliment coming from you." she stated with a sneer raising her hand to her chest in a mock flatter manner. "So what is it you were saying earlier?" She smirked giving him a wink in the process. "Let's see that makes the score 2 to 1?" She smiled once more. He was awfully cute, why the bloody hell did he have to be such an ass.
"Honestly, sweetheart. I can think of a lot more flattering compliments than bitch." He slowly sauntered over to where she stood, stopping close enough to see the faint glow of her skin but far enough away so that he could react in case she decided to pull something tricky. "Who's keeping score, my dear? We already know who the winner is." He chuckled and gave her a sly wink. It disgusted her how proud he stood, as if he already had her in his arms, as if she was begging to be wrapped around his beefy fingers. "You? Please, your happy I let you not pass out. Though you'd probably be a whole lot more attractive if your mouth wasn't moving." she remarked sharply spitting out at him with retort. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "So you do find me attractive. Well I'm sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, but your just going to have to deal with my unattractive conscious self. I don't take too kindly to being knocked out."
"Maybe, maybe not. And are you sure? I could do it, just to make sure." said Olivia with a grin. He was attractive, an arse. Yet still….an attractive arse.
"Yes…I'm very sure." He smirked and took a step closer to her, gently placing a hand against the back on her jumped sharply by the touch of his gentle hand.
"Hey! What do you think your doing?! Don't think I have forgotten our last interaction. Im not going to allow you to touch me so soon after how you treated me before. I'm surprised we're even being the least bit civil.
"After how I treated you? Excuse me missy, but you nearly killed me during our last interaction. It should be me trying to avoid you and not the other way around!"
She looked at him defensively. "Good! You deserved it and might I add, asked for it! You tried to get inside my head. Break me down. I went easy on you. Be glad of that!" She could have killed him. She wouldn't have minded it either.
"You deserved what I did to you. You were being a stuck-up bitch and I thought of it as my duty to the school to knock you down a level." He smirked. "You're going to have to learn to control that temper of yours, sweetheart. You'll never make it very far as a Death Eater if you're going around, attempting to kill off your fellow members. It's no wonder they don't trust you-" He shook his head. "You're unpredictable and bitchy. I don't care who you think you are or who you claim to be, but if you're going to be a decent Death Eater, you need to follow the rules. And as of right now, it is Xander's job to make the rules. Bad things happen to those that think they can do whatever the hell they want."
"I should care for your opinion why exactly? Yes, I am unpredictable and bitchy. But valuable. And might I add the only fucking one who stood up for Xander to stay leader at the last meeting. Where were you? If don't recall seeing you there defending for his right to be leader! Don't talk loyalty until you show some yourself love. " She exclaimed anger riling up, the cheeks of her face warming and her body shaking, as if she may burst like rocket fuel in a jet pack.
"Oh believe me sweetheart, I was there. The reason why I didn't stand up for Xander is because I whole-heartily believe that Simeon would do a much better job as leader. Everyone else sees it, Xander is too caught up in his screwy love life. Simeon on the other hand, is focused and precise. But as of now, Xander is still leader and we must still obey by his rules." She rolled her eyes placing her hands on her hips once more like she had down in habit as a small child.
"Are you that behind? Xander broke up with Loraly. In order to stay leader and keep his thoughts on everything that was needed. You know what. I do not have to sit here and listen to your bull that comes out of that pathetic mouth!." she stood up, done with him and everything he had to say. She hoped at the next attack a Rogue unforgivable hit him. Putting him in his place for good. "Even if we are on the same side, you are no ally of mine. Watch your back O'Ryan.". You already know what I am capable of. My wand might just slip at the next attack." she warned gesturing said slip. She picked up her bag and the discarded book making her way out of the room and towards the indistinctly lit outside grounds. The night had been grueling and aggravating. She was in dire need of a swim to wash away all the thought that lay in memory of the night.