CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Breakfast had been a dull affair. Little had happened and few were awake. She had been privately glad however that her timetable was given to her the night before as the chaos at the Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor houses looked like a headache and a half.
"Transfiguration with the lions first, should be a hoot and a half as my mother's fourth husband used to say," Heir Zabini said as he moved into step with her easily. Heir Nott moved to stand on her other side.
"Professor McGonagall is their head of house." It wasn't a question, but a sentence stated as fact.
Heir Nott hummed in agreement. "Yes, though from what I've heard she shows little prejudice toward the other houses and is just as strict with her own house as the others."
"Excellent, gives me a chance to be her favourite student then." From Heir Zabini's grin Malefic very much doubted that he would be Professor McGonagall's favourite and more than likely would give the witch more headaches than she could possibly afford.
Heir Nott seemed to think the same by the sound of his snort (very poor etiquette, Granny would hang him from his toes).
Heir Zabini stopped at the sound and turned on his - friend? ally? - indignantly. "What? You don't think I'll be her favourite? I'll have you know, I'm excellent at Transfiguration."
"Yes, and aiding adults in losing their will to live," Heir Nott told him, also stopping.
Malefic continued to walk, she had no time for petty squabbles. The pair quickly noticed and hurried to catch up although they continued to argue.
"I don't aid adults in losing their will to live!" Heir Zabini cried out. ("Hang him from his toes and remove his toenails," Granny would say.)
"What about Husband Number Three? He jumped out of a window before your mother could get to him!" Heir Nott argued.
"There's no proof that was because of me!" Heir Zabini huffed.
"You were mentioned by name in his suicide note."
"A horrible misspelling!" Heir Zabini exclaimed.
"Of what?"
"'My horrible hairdo', that fits much better! And makes all the more sense!"
"So, when he wrote: 'Blaise! Blaise, it's all Blaise's fault. That horrible boy drove me up the wall. I can only hope to meet him in hell one day so that I can asphyxiate him over and over!' He meant: 'My horrible hairdo! My horrible hairdo, it's all my horrible hairdo's fault. That horrible boy drove me up the wall. I can only hope to meet him in hell one day so that I can asphyxiate him over and over!'?"
"You have Number Three's suicide note memorised?"
"I'm paraphrasing!"
"Still weird," Heir Zabini argued. "I can hardly remember his name and you've immortalized his last words into your brain."
"His name was Callahan Hodgins," Malefic added suddenly.
Heir Zabini threw his hands into the air. "Why? Why do you know that? How do you know that? I didn't even know you before yesterday."
Malefic fought down a smirk. Heir Zabini's antics were in no way entertaining. They weren't.
"I make it a point to know vital information about my peers." Malefic felt that they did not need to know that Wednesday ran a fan account on the Black Widow that had all the information about her late husbands written in detail. It would give her little advantage if she told them.
Heir Zabini huffed but said nothing.
Once they finally got the Transfiguration classroom there was still quite a bit of time left before class started. Unfortunately, this did not mean that the classroom was empty.
Hermione Granger glared at the trio so intensely that neither Heir Nott nor Heir Zabini could ignore it.
"Who is that? And what did we do to make her hate us?" Heir Zabini asked taking a seat at the back of the class.
Heir Nott shrugged. "Who knows?"
Malefic knew.
See, before attending Hogwarts, Hermione Granger went to a local primary school. She was a girl who always had her hand up to the answer to a question and cried when she got anything less than a 90%. None of this would be a problem if Malefic Addams hadn't attended the same primary school.
Hermione Granger saw Malefic Addams as her so-called "academic rival". At some stage, Miss Granger was under the impression that Malefic cared about who finished tests first, who had answered the most questions in class and who had the highest scores, however Malefic made it pretty clear she could care less about such things. Who knew that setting an annoying girl's test on fire would get said annoying girl to leave you alone?
Malefic could only guess that upon receiving the news that she would be attending a school - a school of Magick, no less! - that didn't have Malefic in the same class, Miss Granger had thought that her time alone in the academic spotlight had finally come. Only, Malefic was in said school.
It amused Malefic to know that Miss Granger probably wished her dead the moment she saw her in the Great Hall.
Malefic did not tell any of this to Heirs Nott and Zabini, why would she? It was a leverage to know who had conflict with whom and she would never allow anyone to have such leverage over her.
Beside her, Heir Zabini and Heir Nott had started bickering about which of the Black Widow's husbands had been the best. Heir Zabini seemed insistent that it was Number One and Heir Nott countered that Number Three had to have some points for escaping on his own terms.
"He still died!" Heir Zabini countered.
"By his own hand, that's commendable seeing as all the others died in 'accidents'," Heir Nott countered. "Besides, you only like Number One because he was your father!"
"Well obviously, the person that makes up 50% of this had to be something great!" Heir Zabini told him gesturing to his own person.
Malefic wondered what had given them the impression that they could act as they did in front of her, they hadn't agreed to be allies much less friends so to act so unruly in front of her was questionable. It wasn't that she didn't find them mildly entertaining. In fact, they reminded her of her father and her uncle, as foolish as they were. But the behaviour in no way endeared them to her in terms of alliances.
The two heirs continued to bicker like children until Professor McGonagall had entered the classroom and even then, they continued under their breaths. Malefic continued to listen with half an ear, wondering idly if perhaps they were behaving this way to lower her guard. Truly tragic if that were the case as it would never work.
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LAST EDITED: [20/06/2023]
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