Chapter 9: Aging process and Tea party
The rest of the day went perfectly normal for Genevieve, although the day was nothing like she had experienced. Abraxas Malfoy, Canopus Lestrange and Alphard Avery stayed with her for the entire day. They all went to classes together, sat together during classes, and went to the Great Hall together. Genevieve found all of this quite annoying and disturbing and tried her best to ignore the trios, although the three Slytherins didn't seem to mind her neglect.
"You know, Slug's becoming balder and balder by the day. And how many wrinkles does he has? 10? Oops, sorry. My miscounting, I need to add another zero at the end of that digit," Canopus whispered during the first double period of potions, staring dreamily at Slughorn's shining head while the other students busily took notes from the blackboard on how to brew a veritaserum. Genevieve heard Alphard Avery chuckle at this comment made by Lestrange, unable to suppress his laughter. On the other hand, Abraxas Malfoy sighed while he continued on taking his notes, "Lestrange, be quiet before we all get a detention for insulting a teacher," he muttered under his notes seriously.
"Be quiet before we all get a detention," Abraxas heard Lestrange mocking his voice, "Yeah right. Slug gives detention to everyone. And besides, we are Slytherins. What else could be more Slytherin-ish than teasing somebody?" Lestrange didn't dare to stop himself from sarcasm seeping in to his voice.
Abraxas sighed, and had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He couldn't take these stupidness. Potions was his favourite subject and now they were all ruining it for him.
Just then, Slughorn turned around and darted his eyes through the class, looking utterly uncomfortable as he laid his hand on his bald head, intending to cover it. After a while, he turned his back to the class and started writing the instructions again on the board.
Malfoy glared darkly at Lestrange sitting next to him. Lestrange stuck out his tongue teasingly at him. His anger infuriated.
Genevieve found all of this very funny, and continued watching their row that continued for the rest of the class until Slughorn finally announced the end of the class.
Genevieve was about to leave the class with her fellow Death Eaters when she heard, " , could I have a few words with you?"
She turned around to face Slughorn, who looked very serious. Now she was in trouble for insulting the teacher when Lestrange should have been! Jeez, thanks a lot, Lestrange.
In corner of her eyes she saw Malfoy glaring at Lestrange yet again and mutter, "Now look what you've done! You got her into trouble!"
Lestrange gave a glance towards Genevieve in a guilty way, "Then, I guess we'll wait for you outside."
Genevieve nodded and faced her Potions Master, who still looked very severe and somehow sad, who now sat on his withered black, but still elegant chair behind the desk.
"I guess nobody can resist the aging process, eh? I thought I was taking care of my hair quite well," Slughorn scratched his head.
"Well, never mind bout that!" Slughorn boomed, suddenly looking delighted again. " , I have this club, it's called the Slug Club. And sometimes we all meet up and have some cup of tea," Slughorn paused and stared down at Genevieve expectantly. But seeing that Genevieve was not replying, he continued, "I hear many rumours about you, of course, all of them are good rumours. I heard from all the teachers that your grades are excellent, and many students admitted that your attractiveness is overwhelming."
Genevieve felt her cheeks burning up and she had to try hard not to change her expression into a shy smile.
"I was thinking it would be great if you could join us at the next tea on friday afternoon. All of your friends are coming too, just to let you know," Slughorn concluded.
"My friends?" Genevieve frowned, confused.
"Yes, yes! , and ! I noticed this morning in the Great Hall that you've made some new friends," Slughorn's eyes twinkled in happiness, but after awhile, his twinkle faded away in depth of his pale eyes when no answer came from Genevieve.
"Don't you consider them as your friends, ?"
Genevieve turned her eyes on the floor. That was the exact question she needed to ask herself. And to be truthful, she didn't have any answer. The three Slytherins are treating her nicely like a friend now, but can she really trust them? For merlin's sake, Bellamore! They hated you only yesterday! How can you be ever so sure that they will not start hating her again?
"So, are you coming to the tea? We will have a wonderful time together! And to convince you, dear is coming as well. Surely you must be another fancier of ? All the girls in Hogwarts will do anything to be in the same room with him!" and Slughorn broke down into a laughter.
Genevieve couldn't do anything but to stare at him in astonishment. He thought SHE had a crush on Tom Riddle? THAT. IS. WEIRD. Sure, he was quite handsome, but Genevieve saw nothing in him except 'favourite of the teacher' and 'her boss/ the Dark Lord'. What made him think that she fancied Tom Riddle? Because she is a girl?
"Umm, professor, I actually don't have any particular interests in ," Genevieve said hesitantly.
Slughorn seemed to be in a mild shock.
"And I'll be coming to the tea on friday afternoon," Genevieve said quickly, trying to avoid any further discussion whether she likes Tom Riddle or not.
Her attempt was a success. Slughorn's face turned into delight and his eyes twinkled in an excitement. "Excellent! Then I shall be waiting for you all in my office at eight o' clock!" Slughorn exclaimed and turned his attention to stack of parchments on his desk ready to be marked.
Genevieve took this as a permission to be excused, and so quickly left the potions classroom. It was very awkward staying with him in that classroom. She found herself facing the Slytherin trios, as she opened the door and stepped into the dark corridor.
"So, what was that old Slug talking about?" Lestrange asked worriedly.
Genevieve felt like scaring Lestrange, and so decided to tease him. After all, she was scared at first that she was going to get a detention for what he has done. "Nothing... First, we talked about how nobody can resist the aging process, and then I was asked to come to his office at Friday, eight o' clock."
"I knew it, I knew it for god forsaken merlin's beard! What did I tell you, Canopus! Look what you've done!" Abraxas Malfoy billowed angrily.
"I think you should apologize, Canopus," this time Alphard Avery.
Genevieve suppressed her smirk at this chaos and how Canopus Lestrange seemed uncomfortable and guilty.
"I'm sorry, Genevieve," Canopus finally said in a small voice, trying his best to avoid her eyes.
Genevieve couldn't hold it anymore, and smirked. Lestrange seemed to notice the change in her behaviour, because he exclaimed, "Oi! Is it only me, or does Genevieve looks like she enjoys seeing me in a situation like this. Were you joking about this whole detention thing, Geneveieve?"
Instead of answering his question, she smirked and turned around on her heels, and started heading for her third class. She had already used up most of her morning brake.
"Ha! I told you, I knew she was just kidding!" she heard Lestrange exclaim triumphantly behind her.
"Then what did he tell you?" Malfoy catched up next to her.
Genevieve hesitated for a while, but then said, "He invited me to this club and I'm going to attend the tea on friday." Genevieve decided to keep the subject of Tom Riddle low. She had enough of 'Dark Lord Talk' for today.
"Oh~ the Slug Club," Avery nodded knowingly, "we're in that club too."
"It's quite boring, really, although the tea is good. We only talk about our families and stuff," Lestrange sighed, "Yeah, it's reeeeeeeealy interesting to talk about our families."
"Lestrange and Avery are really good at quidditch, so they got invited, and Lestrange's family is exceptionally famous for being famous and rich. And, of course, I got invited because I get Os in all the classes," Malfoy chuckled, and Lestrange and Avery glanced at each other annoyingly, "What did you get invited for?"
"He said because of my grades and 'attractiveness'."
Lestrange whistled and Genevieve glared at him.
"Yeah, I see what he means by that. You're quite popular among us Slytherin boys, you know."
Genevieve rolled her eyes and decided to just ignore Malfoy's comments. Today just wasn't her day.

A/N: Thank you for more than 400 views! And thank you xXallegedangelXx for following and favouriting my story! I appreciate them a lot! :D From now on, I'll try to keep tha pace of one chapter a week ;) In this chapter nothing really happened, just that Genevieve got invited to the Slug Club. In the next chapter, 'something' will happen, and I'll try to post it as soon as possible!