Tainted Lies ━━ george weasley

𝟬𝟭. 𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

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   THERE WAS SOMETHING SO FASCINATING ABOUT DEATH TO DESERÉE. In her early childhood, she would follow her cat Mara into the gardens of her family's Manor and help him catch mice, sometimes even killing them with her bare hands. Whenever night-time would come around, she'd visit the graveyard just a couple of blocks away and pretend that she had murdered the people and ruled the place. It was safe to say Deserée wasn't triggered by the topic.

   The fascination with death wasn't uncommon in her family. Everyone was twisted in the head, but none of them came as close to her great-grandmother, where she'd got it from herself. Matilde Von Freiburg was a killer, a ferocious one at that. The stories of her brutal murders were known all over town, earning the Christeson's family even more fear. Supposedly, it was not common to have a serial killer in the family, and certainly not to embrace it. Whilst other witches and wizards would kill with a simple spell, Matilde tortured her victims until they begged for mercy. Only then would she give them a slow, agonizing death.

   Deserée was only seventeen and already had blood on her hands. She had idolised her great-grandmother since she was a child, and one day, she believed, she would be just as formidable and feared. But for now, she'd have to keep her plans to herself. There was no use causing a scene.

   If there were no negative consequences, she would've already killed half the school and hexed the other.

   The wood in her pocket burned against her skin. It'd be so easy to just grab it and have the students staring down at her, drop dead to the ground with just a simple spell.

   She resisted the urge.

   "Careful or you'll frighten them off with that glare." A honey-like voice spoke to her, breaking through her train of thoughts and murderous fantasies.

   Marjorie Davis was one of the top students and a Slytherin prefect. Being close to someone like her only granted Deserée the ability to get away with more things than she should. The girl was one of, might as well the only, people she could tolerate.

   In her mind, Marjorie could be deemed useful in the future, and could accompany her when needed.

   "Good. I wouldn't want their filthy gazes on me anyway." She retorted sharply whilst she turned to the blonde girl, who flashed her a cheeky grin.

   "You seem tense." She said.

   "Do I?" Averting her gaze, Deserée continued her steps down the hall. The eyes of her peers burned through her skull.

   The silence between them only lasted for a second, before Marjorie took her wrist and led her the other way. "You need a drink."

   The air had gotten chilly and the leaves were turning orange, beginning to fall from the trees and decorating the grounds. Hogwarts was even more alluring during this time of the year.

   Warmth spread through their bodies as the two girls entered the pub, and a wave of chatter and laughs rang through their ears. Per usual, they made their way to a table more distanced from the others.

   "Is a prefect supposed to spend their weekends drinking butterbeer and reading the newspaper?" Deserée stated as she took a sip of the liquid, "Or should they be patrolling the hallway, acting like a witty know-it-all?"