Chapter Nine
Lorcan brushed his pale blonde mop out of his deep silver eyes in irritation, tossing and turning from side to side upon his harsh, silver sheeted mattress. His gaze darted up to the ceiling, barely visible through the dark room that was suffocated by looming shadows, a single beam of moonlight pouring through the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor from the candlelit common room hidden deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts School.
His thoughts drifted over the Defence Against the Dark Arts session earlier that day, his irritating brother nattering away to his pathetic Gryffindor pals, the majority of which were rotten redheads of the Weasley clan, apart from the bizarrely dark haired Roxanne Weasley. Lorcan's friends and he often sneered at the filthy, overtly irksome Gryffindors as they trotted around in their deranged little ratty worlds.
"Mackenzie..." A moan interrupted Lorcan's thoughts as his ashen orbs widened before rolling in knowing irritation.
He turned onto his side, narrowing his eyes darkly as his eyebrows pinched together in aggravation as his gaze fixated on Silas Flint who rested in the bed across from his. Silas lay sprawled across his bed; his hands tucked between his pressed together, skeletal legs as his features contorted together hungrily, his bottom lip quivering.
"Oh Mackenzie..." He groaned deeply, grazing his teeth over his pallid in colour bottom lip, "Please don't stop."
"Silas." Lorcan hissed furiously in disgust, "Shut your trap you filthy pervert."
Part of him prayed the moaning boy would hear his dark hiss and obey his commands, although it was an entirely obscene belief as Lorcan had to sleep through this every night of the school year for the past four years. It had greatly disturbed him at first, and if he were to be completely honest, it still disturbed him now as Silas would lie in bed groaning and grunting about Mackenzie Goyle through his overtly sexual dreams. The first few occurrences, Lorcan hoped that it was merely because he had recently met Mackenzie, but his dreams only grew stronger as did his frightening obsession with Lorcan's closest comrade. Everyone knew she was beautiful with a breath-taking figure, but Lorcan least expected an outrageous obsession from one of her friends.
Lorcan felt his mind drift back to the first day he had met his comrades upon platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross St. Pancras station...
September 1st 2019
"Luna!" Harry Potter's boomed with glee as he embraced the newly arrived parent.
Bubbles of laughter escaped the woman's rose coloured lips, her straggly golden locks crashing about her miniscule waist wildly as her ashen orbs skimmed the crowd.
"Harry, I see you are doing well," She beamed before threading her arm through her partner's, "This is my husband, Rolf Scamander."
Rolf's deep sapphire eyes were fixated on his partner in adoration, playfully eyeing her sleek mahogany wand that was tucked safely behind her curved left ear.
"It is lovely to meet you all; my little moon frog never stops rambling on about you." He greeted politely, his platinum tumbles tugged back loosely into a bundle of healthy curls, his curved lips framed by a sleek silver moustache.
"Rolf!" She squeaked in a dreamy voice failing to maintain her tone of scolding before turning to her old comrades.
Her ears were decorated by dirigible plum earrings as a butterbeer cork was strung around her neck by a glistening ivory chain. Rolf Scamander smiled at his wife in admiration, his breath catching in his throat at her unbelievably unique beauty as she giggled furiously. He pressed his lips to her cheek, his breath brushing over her milky white features as her whispered apologetically.
"What house do you think Lorcan and Lysander will be sorted into?" Hemione Weasley beamed, "Ravenclaw, like yourself?"
The eleven year old Lorcan combed a stray pale blonde strand out of his large silver eyes before folding his arms over his chest in disinterest as he glanced about the platform, the parents nattering on about Hogwarts houses and their own first years going off to Hogwarts. Lorcan felt his eyes rest upon a girl in the far distance, her arms hugging her petite body as she met his gaze with her large mocha-coloured eyes, her dark chocolate tumbles crashing about her shoulders in a bundle of unruly curls.
"Mother," Lorcan inquired, glancing up at the adults curiously, "Who is that?"
"Goyle?" Ron Weasley spluttered in disbelief as eyes were focused on the tall male standing behind the girl, his hands clasping her slim shoulders protectively, "Wow... Who would have thought someone would have a child with Goyle?"
"Ronald!" His wife hissed with a scolding expression tugging at her features as the girl waved a small, fair-skinned hand in Lorcan's direction.
"Can I go?" He inquired as a wide, toothy grin spread across the girl's rose petal lips, "Please?"
"Of course, Lorcan dear. Just make sure you come back and say goodbye to your father and I before you get on the Hogwarts Express." She replied in an airy voice as Lorcan moved from the group, his charcoal combat boots thudding over the stone platform.
His eyes glanced over the Hogwarts Express, brushing his pale blonde tangles out of his porcelain features as the royal scarlet train puffed vigorously along the platform, roaring into storming life, waiting for students to file onto the train eagerly.
"Hello." The girl beamed in a soft voice, breaking away from her father, "I'm Mackenzie Goyle."
"Lorcan Scamander." He replied with a smirk, his hands sliding into the pockets of his slacks, "Is this your first year too, Kenzie?"
"Oh yes!" She giggled at the playful nickname with a little snort, her cheeks blushing scarlet nervously, "Sorry..."
"Don't be." He beamed as her father called to her, kissing her on the forehead softly.
"Mackenzie, Mister Malfoy, the Flints, Mister Brayden, and I are going to move off. Will you be alright getting on the train? Scorpius and Brayden will help you." She nodded furiously, kissing her father's cheek with a small smile, "Goodbye sweetie."
"Goodbye daddy!" She called, waving lightly before returning her attention to Lorcan.
Two thirteen year old males appeared at her sides wearing extravagant Slytherin house robes. The one of the left introduced himself as Scorpius Malfoy, pale blonde tangles crashing about his pale, pointed features as his deep grey eyes twinkled in the candlelight. His tall figure towered over his comrade's who introduced himself as Brayden Zabini, his robes clinging to his lean, athletic build. Curls of ebony fell about his handsome features as a small silver hoop sat in his right ear, his nimble fingers coated in several fancy silver rings. His large almond-shaped hazel eyes matched his glistening mocha skin as he shook Lorcan's hand powerfully.
The eleven year old Flint twins introduced themselves as Silas and Serena Flint, both sporting tall, skeletal builds especially for their age. Silas wore dark loose-fitting jeans with large combat boots, sporting a black hooded sweatshirt alongside his trousers, further whitening his pallid-skinned features. His thin, gaunt face was shadowed by long, dark curtains that framed his high cheek bones, his dark grey glaring eyes beaming from behind his drape tangles. Dark piercings sat on either side of his thin, pallid lips that were turned into a frown, glistening blackly. Serena was far less attractive, her body appearing like that of an adolescent male as her gaunt, pale visage was twisted with irritation, her long matter black hair falling to her waist in pin-straight blinds. Her eyes were a dull, clouded over grey whilst her lips were a full, natural scarlet, creating the only colour that existed on her face. The cluster went to board the train, Lorcan splitting from them to bid his parents farewell.
Lorcan stumbled through the train, searching for a bare compartment as the chambers hummed with chaotic conversation. He stumbled through the sliding door of the final compartment, finding a girl sitting in the far corner on her lonesome, a novel perched upon her lap as she did not glance up at the intruder. He sat across from her, inspecting her appearance curiously as her fair-skinned features were hidden beneath short tumbles of raven that framed her heart-shaped face. Her cheek bones were well-defined, her lips curved and thin with a pale colour as reluctantly, her large almond-shaped violet eyes darted up to meet Lorcan's grey orbs.
"Hello..." She squeaked, closing her book softly as she straightened herself up properly.
"Hi. I'm Lorcan Scamander."
"Tuesday Ophelia Rue..."
