Name: Greed
Colour: Gold
Pairing: Mulciber/Mary MacDonald
Summary: There is this girl Mulciber shouldn't want but that doesn't mean he will stay away from her. He will get Mary MacDonald in one way or another.
A/N: Slightly shorter version of this was also featured in QLFC's Daily Prophet competition when our team wrote a collaboration fic about The Seven Deathly Sins.
It's not enough.
Mulciber stares at his Defence essay. In the top corner is a neat O for Outstanding. Defence has always been easy for him but the perfect score didn't feel as good as it should. There should be something better than Outstanding. Something more desirable than the top score and praises from the professor. Outstanding just wasn't enough anymore. It didn't fill the void of the finer demands he has in mind.
"It's just not enough," Mulciber whispers and licks his lips. Much finer demands.
"What're you mumbling here?" Avery asks and snatches the paper from Mulciber "Outstanding!? You little nerd! Last time you got Exceeds Expectations!"
Mulciber refrains from rolling his eyes and just takes his paper back from Avery. "Don't you get it, Avery?"
"What? I get that the good grades aren't good enough for you anymore," Avery teases. "What else do you want?"
"That, Avery," drawls Mulciber in a bored tone and stuffs the essay into his bag, "is a brilliant question."
Brilliant is an exaggeration. It was such a simple question, really. And such simplicity could've been expected from Avery, Mulciber muses. Maybe he should try getting smarter friends? The idea enthrals him but there will always be perks of being friends with someone from the Sacred Twenty Eight.
"I want everything you can possibly imagine. I want power," Mulciber says, deciding to ease Avery's curiosity. "I want fame and fortune. Status!" There's a maniacal glint in his eyes. "And glory! I want to be remembered as something more than just a brat from Montrose! I want everything. And more importantly…" He smirks and points over Avery's shoulder. "I want her."
Avery turns around but no one in particular strikes his attention. Mulciber raises Avery's chin and guides him to look at the right direction. Avery doesn't even try to hide his disgust.
"You're not serious, are you?" he hisses. "You do realize that's MacDonald from Gryffindor?"
"I know who she is," Mulciber says simply.
"Then you should know there's no way you could have her," Avery deadpans. Sometimes he wondered if his friend had been dropped one time too many as a baby. "And even if you could, you shouldn't. Dirty blood–" He lets his voice trail off and he shudders in disgust.
But Mulciber merely grins. There's no such thing as no thing. And of course the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. He would never turn his back for something he wants, whatever it is.
Mary MacDonald is more valuable than gold and silver, diamonds and pearls. Who cares about the blood status when she can make it up in other ways?
Mulciber licks his lips. He's avaricious and he knows it. Right now, he wants Mary MacDonald. The beautiful golden haired Mary, the sun shining through dark clouds. And he's going to get her in one way or another. She is just a breath away. Almost in his grasp; all he needs to do is to reach for her.
"Now tell me, Avery, are you familiar with the Imperius Curse?"
Drastic times call for drastic measures.