Mary drummed her fingers as she listened, brown eyes focused intently on him. She was eager now to know more of what he was talking about. Slythering was always anxious for house points and to find excuses to declare themselves generally superior, well, most of them anyway, and such grated on Mary’s nerves like little else. He seemed generally excited about the entire proposal, judging by the grin crossing his face, and she considered what she had to lose by purpose the endeavor herself. Gryffindor could certainly use more points, points Slytherin had no business earning, and at worse she’d get a detention or two and an eyeroll from McGonagall. She’d had worse.
Mary raised a hand quickly, standing up and brushing her robes off. She knew, vaguely, that she had fallen for that bait Mulciber had so excellently put out, but all the same the promise of adventure to break up the monotonous week was too great to ignore. “You do know you won’t be going alone, right?” She grinned wryly. “All sorts of foul things lurk in those woods and it’d be entirely irresponsible to let you go by yourself. I mean, think of all the frightful things you might encounter without someone with you.” Mary pressed a hand over her heart, almost playfully feigning worry. “Why, you might never come out again.”
She tucked her book under her arm, giving him a pointed look of determination. “I want those points, Mulciber. You and I find whatever this stupid thing is, we’ll split the points. If you die, well, I’ll take the points for Gryffindor and offer a heartwarming eulogy at your funeral.” Mary held out a hand, watching him carefully as for once, her sarcastic tone faded. “Deal?”
Anton didn’t deign to smile at her teasing, instead he crossed his arms and scoffed in response as he muttered sullenly under his breath: “If I can tolerate Daisy and her presence, than a bunch of trees don’t sound so bad.”
Sarcasm was second nature to her, it bled freely from her mouth, intentions meant as salt to the open ego him and most other Slytherins wore as their second skin. He listened with a smile that lingered, wan, feeble and unamused. “Deal,” he pursed his lips, a seconds silence lingered between the two, mulling over a thought. “Only if you remember to tell them that I died a hero,” the natural smug smile crept back to it’s usual place, a wink thrown in her direction, then he turned towards the arch that led out. Towards her ‘adventure.’
They stood in front of the mouth of the forest like specks in the umbra of the trees shade. It was still light out, though when Mulciber glanced to his right, the head of the moon peaked up at them. Whatever the thing Anton had planned on hunting, it shouldn’t take them that long to find it. At least, that was what he had hoped. He was daring but he wasn’t stupid as he seemed, Anton knew what lurked between mile those mile high trees, knew what skulked in the foliage between those trees. They weren’t as active in the day but at night? At night they were as equal to the bunnies that made their homes in this forest. Prey. Languidly he turned to Mary,
"It’s not to late to tuck tail and go back - No judgement here, Mary,"
That malign glimmer in the blue hues of his eyes said otherwise. Otherwise, he spread his arm towards the mouth of the forest where birds squawked and sang, looking at her with a challenging gaze.
Why potions is a required subject for fifth years I will never understand. There is nothing I don’t already know that I will need for my future.
Not even a sick inducing cocktail of mandrake root and some eyeball of some sort of animal is a want for your future?
Sorry, I don’t speak caveman. But you go ahead and try to form proper sentences, I’ll wait right here.
Of course you wouldn’t understand. Another example of the uncultured, right here ladies and gentlemen.
Here’s to that.
Now here’s the fucker who’s been at it longer than I have. Still seventeen years strong, and still his liver is healthy…ish?
Why the hell has everyone been talking to me about cats lately? Am I just bloody destined to become an old, bitter cat lady?
Shove off, Mulciber. We both know I’m not like that. Enjoying the little moments has never been a strength of mine.
Maybe it should. Might take the bitter out of you and you won’t needa cat.
Must be a rather enjoyable life, not caring about people being silenced and their voices banned.
I suppose I envy your general nonchalance about the whole business.
And it must be a stressful life for you, Mary. Go smoke a cigarette, or hug a cat or whatever. Enjoy the little moments.
Of course you’d know all about prejudice, wouldn’t you?
I’d tell you the basics except I’m not sure how much that brain of yours can retain.
Prejudice. fucking. Stupid. Understand. Me?
Surprised that you even have an opinion about anything.
I’m not surprised at your inability to see past your prejudice.
They’re banning books now? Uncultured swine. But can you honestly expect anything different from a group of people who clearly don’t work? Back to not giving a flying fuck. Cheers.