Rated PG 13
The longer the Dark Mark is on my arm, the more I feel my hatred for the students at school who seem more afraid of me than Tom now. Tom is the only one who doesn't seem to be afraid of me. The more time I spend with him, the stronger my magic gets. I had never thought I could be so strong at magic, stronger than I had already been. Astral and I had hung out a few times, but she didn't know what to say most of the time. When she seen the dark mark, it reminded her of the stories that were told about Salthazar Slytherin. She was also terrified, but she's still my sister and when we talk, she's honest with me.
"That mark is evil, Lucinda." Astral says.
"No." I say, my voice sharp, clear, and loud in the quiet of the room.
"Rumors are going around about you and Tom." She says.
"More rumors. What is it this time? What have Tom and I done to get the attention of the whole world this time?" I ask.
"Did you guys really have sex?" She asks, watching me closely.
"No, Astral we didn't."
"Then why is the rumor going around?"
"We almost did..." I trail off. "Abraxas caught us before it happened. He spread the rumor around to get back at Tom and me."
"Why were you and Tom so close to having sex, Lucinda? I thought you said that both of you wanted to wait." She says, curiously. Her green eyes glow in the lighting of the room, and I look into her eyes.
"We were." I say, then look down at my hands. "But things change Astral."
"You've changed." She accuses, then looks at the cast. "Less than a week and it'll be time for the cast to come off. Are you happy about that?"
"Yeah." I say, "It'll be nice to have full use of my arm again, though it doesn't really hurt anymore."
"Well, good." She says, grinning. Her eyes fall on the locket Tom had given me. "What's that?" She asks, surprised.
"Oh it's a family heirloom that Tom had given me for Christmas." I say, my fingers grasping it immediately. "For some reason it always helps me regain composure everytime I feel as if I'm slipping into depression again."
"There's a lot I don't know about you." Astral says. "You'll have to give me a year to year synopsis after you tell me more about that locket. You say Tom gave it to you for Christmas? That was like a long time ago. You said you and Tom have only been dating a few weeks. How did that happen?"
"I had given Tom an old spell book, one that belonged to someone on mom's side of the family, a long time ago. Tom didn't want to take it at first, though. I told him it'd be fine, that we'd be friends for a long time so we could still share it." I clarify. "That was when he pulled out the box with the locket in it. It had belonged to his great, great, great grandfather."
"The old spell book? The one with the Lovegood cursive L on it?" She asks, surprised. "I didn't know that was still in the family. Mom must have had it when you guys disappeared. About that locket though, may I see it?" She asks, and, this time, I look surprised. "I just want to see it up close, I swear I wont damage it any."
"Well..." I trail off, my fingers closing over it. "I guess it wouldn't hurt for just a minute."
I slowly lift the locket over my head.
The instant the locket is lifted off from around Lucinda's neck, I notice the dread on her face, the shock in her eyes, as if she's pained to remove the locket. I notice the anxiety she feels with it gone. She hands it to me, watching me closely with wide eyes. To know what she feels, I know it must be horrid. I wonder why it affects her so. My fingers find the snake in the shape of the letter S, and I glance at Lucinda.
"Who was Tom's great, great, great grandfather?" I ask.
"Salthazar Slytherin." She says, and I gasp.
"Why did he give you something quite so old and obviously more valuable than all of the diamonds on the planet?" I demand.
"At the time, I wasn't sure. I guess it's obvious he loves me, isn't it?" She asks hesitantly.
"To say that he loves you is putting it mildly, though it's obvious you must love him, even have loved him at the time, to accept something like this." I say.
Lucinda blushes, and I see how vulnerable she is when it comes to Tom, and even the locket. "That was a time when I accepted anyone who said they loved me." She murmurs.
"That boy Abraxas, the Malfoy's son, he's the one that told you he loved you first. Wasn't he?" I ask.
"Yes. I thought that meant that he actually did love me. I was wrong." She whispers.
"Then Tom told you he loved you? How long after Abraxas told you did Tom tell you that?" I ask, wanting to know everything.
"A week." She admits. "I didn't know whether I could believe him or not. You don't know Tom like I do. At that time, he wasn't that great of a person. Believe me, I know all about it. At first, he tried to pursue me, but then...he just stopped. As if he knew I couldn't be pushed. Abraxas, however, didn't know when to stop pushing. Things went so far as to when he ended up breaking my arm." She states. "Even then, he didn't stop. I was scared of him for a while, but now, he's the one whose scared. And he has every right to be. The way I've been acting ever since Tom used the-" She cuts off abruptly, her eyes wide, and she looks away from me.
"Tom used the what?" I ask.
"He used some of the Unforgivable curses on Abraxas, as well as some spells to hurt him. Torture him. I'm no better than Tom is, really. I used magic on Abraxas to stop him from messing with me. I used some spells that no one else even knows about."
"Some of the ones in the book." I state. She nods, then glances at me. "I read the book when I was a bit younger than you, though it didn't do me any good. I can't use curses very well, and I'm not good at most spells. I'm a poor witch, to be honest, Lucinda. But, somehow Jonathan still loves me and wants to be with me."
"I think it's sweet." Lucinda says. "He truly loves you no matter your flaws. In fact, to those you love and those who love you, flaws are perfections. They make those you love, love you even more."
"If you weren't so keen on being a professor or healer, you would do very well to be a therapist or even write a book, Lucinda. You'd be very inspirational." I tell her, fondly smiling.
"Would you hate me if I gave myself to Tom?" She whispers, so low I can barely hear her.
"Give yourself to him? You're really thinking about going through with it?" I ask her, shocked.
"I don't know." She admits. It's a good thing we're alone, Lucinda, Celine, and myself. Celine coos in her sleep, and I glance at her.
"Honestly, I wouldn't hate you. I know I should be telling you to wait, but honestly, that is your choice, Lucinda. In fact, it might be good for you. You'd actually get to feel that he really, truly loves you. You can always tell. Sex isn't just sex, Lucinda. You and the person you love let the other person see everything inside of you, your hopes your dreams, the things that mean most to you. You feel vulnerable at first, yes, but you work your way up from that. It's like laying out all of your imperfections as well as your perfections, and you're not judged for it. Of course, you don't always have sex with the person you really love. But when you find the one person who makes you feel stuff you've never felt before, you know when it's right. Nothing else matters but them. I think you've found that person." I tell her.
"Screw me writing a book. You should be the one writing a book, Astral." Lucinda has tears in her eyes, yet she's smiling. She reminds me of all of the times our mother had cried when she was happy.
"Lucinda." I say, starting to cry as well. I pull her in for a hug. "Be honest. Do you want to spend the rest of your life with Tom?"
"Yes." She says, "I actually, really do."
"Then I think that when you feel the time is right, you should talk to Tom about that." I tell her.
"I will." Lucinda says. "Um, not to be rude, but can I please have my locket back? I need it..." She trails off, and I know she's been worrying about it since the moment it had been lifted from around her neck.
"Sure." I say, realizing just how attached to the locket she is. I slip it around her neck for her, then move her hair out from under it. Her hair is so thick and heavy that I have a hard time lifting it. "You're so beautiful." I tell her.
"You're more beautiful than I am." Lucinda says, her fingers finding the S on the locket easily, without even looking for it.
"No. You're the most beautiful one in our family, even more beautiful than mom was. You're a lot different than she was, though you're gaining more confidence, and becoming a lot more like her. Someday you're going to make an excellent wife for Tom." I give her a wink, and she blushes again.
"Do you think he really wants to be with me forever?" She asks.
"If he doesn't, he's a fool." I stroke her hair, and say "Would you and Tom like to stay with the kids, Jonathan, and myself over spring and summer break?"
"You'd let me come to see you?" she asks, surprised.
"Yes. I'd love it if you did. We live on a large estate, woods blanket nearly the whole area, and there's even a fenced in year for the kids, so we never have to worry about them getting lost. They know to stay inside the fence. Um, it's where I grew up. You lived there for quite some time as well. Two years." I tell her.
"You'd really like Tom to come as well?"
"Yes. I wouldn't be able to split you two up, and with dad 50 years in the future, and mom, well no longer with us, it's up to Jonathan and myself to talk to Tom, make sure he's not messing with my baby sister, give him inspirational speeches, scare him a bit, perhaps." I tease.
"Oh lord." Lucinda says, covering her face. "Make corny jokes as well?"
"Anything for you." I tell her. "Now, about your many years away from me. Fill me in on everything, starting at the age you can remember."
"Well, when I was 5 years old, I fell out of a tree and ended up floating." Lucinda tells me, smiling.
"Ah, your majic was letting itself out. Normally, kids are about 10, or 11 when their magic begins to show itself, make itself known." I tell her.
"How old were you?" She asks me.
"I was nearly 12. Which is why I ended up being a year behind in studies." I tell her. "I've also always had trouble with magic. Whereas, it seems as if it comes easy to you."
She looks embarrassed. "Yeah... It made life harder though. Mom and dad wanted me to start doing spells when I was little. But of course, they never thought I'd learn the Unforgivable curses. They never thought I'd be able to use them. They weren't careful around me."
"They should have been. But, how could they have known? I couldn't do simple spells, much less curses." I say. "From the sound of it, they didn't know what to expect. Especially after ending up 50 years in the future."
"Yeah, honestly, I never knew that that was what happened."
Somehow, 15 minutes later, we're already on her early teenage years. At 16, she's still young, but nearly an adult in the wizarding world. She tells me about how she had been depressed ever since she had accidently killed mom, and with dad beating her, I'm surprised to know that she had attempted suicide many times before quitting.
"Around Christmas, Tom and I had a fight, and I found him, his arm covered in blood. He swore he wasn't trying to kill himself, but he was really depressed. I ended up healing his cuts. I guess...even then I must have felt something for him, or I wouldn't have bothered with his cuts. I was also so drawn to him, I can't explain it. Like, it's almost as if I knew he needed help, and I wandered from my room to the tower."
"You think it's because you can heal without spells, don't you?"I ask her.
"Yes. It would have to be. Somehow, I'm drawn to healing the way most people are drawn to hobbies, or food, or even other people." She says. That makes me think about her drawing in everyone from the moment they see her or hear her.
"That makes sense." I murmur. "Hey, I don't want to be rude, but it's getting late. Your patrol starts in 5 minutes, doesn't it?" I ask her.
"Oh shoot. Yes." She gives me a quick hug. "Be sure to talk to Jonathan before you completely decide that Tom and I can come to see you for spring and summer breaks."
"I will, though it's my house, so I'm technically the boss." I tease her, hugging back. "Say hello to Tom for me."
"Will do. Night, Astral."
The Dark Mark glows bright on Lucinda's arm, and when the other student begin to notice it, they back away from Lucinda. Soon, all of the students notice that my followers and myself all have the same mark on our arms. Everyone knows it makes us different from the rest of them. I try not to listen in on their thoughts, but it seems as if their thoughts grab at me. I wonder if it's a variation of the Horcrux, another symptom of the side effects. I had always been a strong Legilimens, but it's just getting stronger and stronger. Obviously, my gifts of Legilimens and Occlumens aren't as strong as Lucinda's, since I'm unable to read her thoughts at all. The electricity that shocks me whenever I try to read her mind is very strong and for days afterwards, it leaves my soul stinging and shivering. Esmeralda and Abraxas no longer want to be around Lucinda, and I cannot say I blame them. Lucinda is beginning to terrify me as much as she does them. She has become my unspoken second in charge leader, and none of the others argue about it or tease her anymore. After everything that has happened, she is finally giving in to the darkness that is within her. The way she watches everyone, it's almost as if she can see directly into their souls. The quiet, shy girl is still there, and even though she's in charge just as much as I am, she does it silently. She just fixes everyone with her penetrating gaze, and everyone does as I say. One would think she has a curse placed on her, the way she is acting. But no, she doesn't actually have curse on her. I'd be able to tell right away. The locket that I had given to her is always around her neck, and when she seems nervous, she constantly holds onto it, as if it keeps her calm. The way she stands is so different from before and she seems so much more confident than before.
It's not long before Professor Dumbledore comes looking for me. "Do you know why Lucinda seems so... different?" He asks me, his eyes staring right into my own.
"I'm not sure why, sir." I say, honestly. "It's almost as if she's a different person."
"I've noticed that. May I just ask, what is that tattoo on your arm, Lucinda's and all of your friends arms?"
"Oh nothing really, sir. We made a study group is all. The mark shows that we're all part of the group, sir." Lies come easily to me, and I'm happy my gift of Occlumency is so strong or Dumbledore would be able to tell I'm lying to him.
"Well, alright. Try to include some of the 1st and 2nd years in your group as well. It would do them good to have you and Lucinda to help them study." Dumbledore tells me.
"You know, I was thinking the exact same thing. But, if you'll excuse me, patrol starts in 5 minutes, and if I'm not on time, Lucinda will hex me." I smirk, and he laughs.
"Very well, see you in the morning, Tom, M'boy." He pats me on the back, and Apparates. I go to the meeting spot right outside of the Slytherin Common Room to wait for Lucinda, who arrives a minute after I do, looking much more stunning than usual. Her lashes are long and beautiful, sweeping across her cheekbones each time she closes her eyes. Her lips are bright, naturally, not from makeup, and her hair bounces more when she walks towards me. The locket I had given to her is around her neck, and the dress she is wearing is one that Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy had bought her during Christmas break.
"Hey," She says, smiling as she walks up to me, and she kisses me gently. I return the kiss, not so gentle. "Hey, don't start something you can't finish." She warns me, grinning as she pulls away.
"Who says I can't finish?" I tease her, smiling. I wrap my arms around her waist, wishing I could just show her.
"Hmm, I might have to take you up on that offer." She teases back, eyeing my lips. I can see how much she would love to, and it takes everything in me not to grab her hand and pull her along to the tower. "But, how would you like to come with me to my sister's house for spring and summer break?"
"Did your sister say that it'd be alright? If not, I can always go back to the orphanage for breaks." I tell her.
"Tom, you're not going back there." Lucinda says. I am shocked, and she must see that. "Whereever I go, you go. You're not allowed to go back to the orphanage. I need you with me." Her face is drawn, her skin paler than usual, and I hear her heart racing in her chest.
"Lucinda, you can't drag me along to places where other people don't want me." I tell her.
"My sister said yes, and I want you there." She argues, staring at me. "I need you there."
"You realize they are technically my guardian until I turn 18 years old, don't you? I have to go back sometime."
"No. You don't. Not if you have somewhere else to go. Just like when we stayed with Esmeralda and Abraxas' family." Lucinda tells me. "You are never going back there, Tom."
"Lucinda, eventually, I will have to." I tell her.
"Not if I have anything to say about it, damn it." She says, shoving me. My back hits the wall, and I grab her arms, pulling her close to me. I kiss her hard and fast, forgetting that it's the middle of the night, that we're in the school, even that there are ghosts wandering around, and students in bed. I forget everything but Lucinda and how much she makes me want her. She kisses me back with a ferocity that makes my stomach churn with butterflies. She buries her fingers in my hair, and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her as close as we can get. Her breath smells like peppermint but her saliva, her tonuge, her whole mouth tastes like strawberries. I feel my heart also begin to race, and I pull away for a moment, needing some air. Lucinda blushes, and is about to turn away, thinking we need to stop, as if I'm uncomfortable making out with her, when in fact, it feels more natural than breathing does. I pull her back, placing my lips back on hers, clinging to her as my fingers slide under her dress, pushing it up so my fingers can caress her sides. Her skin is cool to the touch, despite her dress being warm. She's wearing leggings underneath the dress, and when my fingers touch her belly, she flinches, and I pull back. I'm shocked to see bruises on her belly still, from the last time we made out. The night we nearly went all of the way. But these are worse than all of the ones on her arms, legs, sides, and back. They're so dark they look fresh. She doesn't pull away, she just slides her hands down, leaving the one with the cast on the back of my neck, the other on my lower jaw, her eyes fixed on mine. "Don't look at me like that." She says.
"What?" I ask, shocked.
"Like you don't want to touch me." She tells me.
"Lucinda, if it hurts, then I shouldn't." I say. "You should have told me that it is still hurting."
"It's nothing." She says, "Now kiss me." Her voice is quiet.
"No, we need to do patrol." I say, knowing I have to make sure it's done, or we will be in trouble. "How about this. This weekend, we take a little trip. We can stay in a hotel and everything." I tell her.
"Where?" She asks. "And why?" Her temper is getting the best of her.
"Where would you like to go? We're allowed to go to Hogsmeade, and we can even go to Diagon Alley? You haven't been there in a while, and I'm sure we can get you some more clothes and stuff." I tell her. "And you know why. That is... if you still want to?"
"We haven't exactly had time to talk about that." She says, and I see the fear in her eyes.
"You don't want to." I state.
"I want to." She says. "I don't want to wait, Tom." Her eyes are begging me.
"We'd have to be alone, Lucinda. We don't need to risk Esmeralda or Abraxas or anyone else here walking in on us." I say, gently rubbing her back.
"Then I guess this weekend would be alright." Lucinda says, her voice no more than a mere whisper. "Do you still want to?" She asks, still whispering.
"Of course." I press a gentle kiss to her lips. When I pull back, I tell her "I just want to make sure you really want to. I don't want to end up hurting you."
"You wouldn't hurt me." She murmurs, "I know you wouldn't."
"I already have." I say, my fingers lightly touching her bruises.
"That's nothing." She tells me. Her fingers gently stroke my jawline, and and I know that she means that.
"I love you, Luce." I tell her, and when she lowers her lips to mine again, I smile.
"I love you, Tom." She says after we stop kissing.
"Let's do our patrol, then I'll walk you to your room."
"That sounds great." She say.
I pull her dress back down and we light our wands, walking up and down the hallways, looking for any students out of bed. The only person we see is Myrtle, the girl that the Basilisk had killed. Her eyes are accusing when they look at me, and Lucinda looks terrified as the ghost takes in the sight of Lucinda.
"Prefects." She says.
"Myrtle." Lucinda murmurs.
"Sleep well." She glares at me, and disappears.
"I still can't believe she's...dead." Lucinda says.
"She's a muggle-born. You know the deal." I say.
"Yes. I do." She says. "I think it's a safe bet that no one is out of bed. I'm exhausted."
"Shall I carry you to your room?" I ask, smiling.
"Would you?" She asks, and I nod. I lift her up bridal style and carry her to her dorm room.
"Goodnight, my love." I tell her.
"Goodnight, my love." She replies, smiling as she closes the door.
I wake up and it's Friday, the sun shining, and I hurry to get to breakfast. For some reason, I bring along the charm bracelet I had bought Lucinda in Hogsmeade. I run into Lucinda by the Slytherin Common Room.
"Good morning, Abraxas." She says cheerfully, and I glance at her.
"What's with you?" I ask her.
The cheerfulness fades when I ask that. "Screw you." She says. "Last time I be nice to you."
"Wait!" I say as she starts to walk away.
"What??" She asks, angrily.
"I'm sorry, Lucinda. I've been behaving badly. I'm really sorry. Let's be friends again. I'd love to be friends with you again." I tell her.
I see the stunned look on her face, and I almost believe she's about to give me another tongue lashing, when she smiles. "Alright."
I had her the bracelet, and she she sees it, her eyes light up. "Take it." I say. "It belongs to you."
"Thank you Abraxas." She says, holding out her left arm, the arm not in the cast, the same arm with the Dark Mark. I place the bracelet arund her wrist."Sorry I've been a bitch. I needed to put an end to you acting out simply because of Tom and me."
"I'm just jealous." I admit. "I'd rather be friends than nothing at all. We're both Knights of Walpurgis. We're not supposed to be enemies."
"I know you're jealous. We had our shot. But it just didn't work, Abraxas. I'm sorry about that. But just wait. I have a feeling your going to meet the one soon. I'm never wrong about these things." She says.
"I know." I tell her. "I hear you get your cast of next Friday."
"Yeah, I do. Been a while since I've had full use of my arm, so I know that it'll be nice to have it off."
"I'm really sorry." I murmur, looking at her arm. "I was a real asshole, and I wish I had been more carefull with you. I know I said I wanted to hurt you, but I didn't really want to hurt you, Lucinda. I love you. I just wanted to be with you." I say.
"Abraxas, maybe it's best if you don't tell me you love me." Lucinda says. "Tom's temper easily gets the best of him, as you well know. We're, you and me, not meant to be together."
"You're just saying that because you think you're in love with Tom. But he can't love you, Lucinda. People born under a love spell can't love anyone." I tell her.
"Your wrong." She say. "Tom loves me, and I love him." Her words is a tremble. "You don't understand what true love is because you haven't experienced it yet, Abraxas."
"Maybe I don't. But ask anyone. Ask Dumbledore, because if you're born under a love spell, you can't love anyone. It's a definite thing."
"I'll ask, but honestly, Abraxas, I can tell Tom loves me. He's not using me. You used me." Lucinda says.
"No, I wanted you, I didn't use you." I say. "I spent money on you because you deserve it. Sex shows love. I thought that was what you wanted."
"I don't want to have sex with just anyone, and I don't want people spending money on me." Lucinda tells me.
"But you'd have sex with Tom." I accuse.
"We've been through this before, Abraxas. What I do with Tom is my business and his. Not yours."
"Have you guys talked about when it's going to happen?" I ask.
"It's not your business." She says, but then she nods. "We're thinking about having sex soon."
"Soon. How soon?" I ask.
"Abraxas." She says, her eyes sorrowful. "We're not going to talk about this. If we're friends, respect that my sex life is private."
"When?" I ask. "When are you going to have sex with him? I need to know this, Lucinda."
"Abraxas." She says sharply.
"Lucinda." I say back, "Tell me."
I realize I had backed her up against the wall, and the fire buring in her eyes hurts to stare at. "This weekend." She admits.
"Why are you going to have sex with him so soon? You're not even 17 yet."
"Actually, I'll be 17 in a few weeks, Abraxas. I realize you probably forgot with everything going on, but I'm nearly of age, here in the Wizard world that is." Lucinda says.
"But, Tom will be 18 soon." I say. "Why would you want to lose your virginity to him?"
"I love him." Lucinda says. "You wouldn't understand, Abraxas."
"You've said that. But, I don't get it. You told me you loved me, but wouldn't have sex with me. So why Tom?" I demand, pressing her back against the wall with both of my hands.
"If you don't let go of me right now, you will have 2 seconds before I injure you enough for you to have to go to the hospital wing, Abraxas." She says.
I move away from her instantly, and she straightens her clothes. "I'm sorry." I say, blushing. "Don't tell Tom, please."
"If you ever try to push me, or if you ever are this rude to me again, it wont be Tom you will need to be worrying about." She says.
"I understand." I say. "Friends?"
"Sure." Lucinda says, before tossing her hair, and walking off to breakfast. I give her five minutes headstart before following.
I had went to Dippet's office to ask permission to go to Diagon Alley to replenish everything I need for Potions and my other classes, and I asked to take Lucinda with me, knowing there were things she would be needing as well. Dippet gives me a hard look, but then nods. "Very well. Be back by Monday for classes." He tells me.
"Yes, sir. Thank you." I tell him. He nods, and I leave his office, tell Lucinda to pack everything she'll need, that we'll be gone only the two days, the whole weekend, and be back on Monday. Abraxas gives me a hard stare, as if he thinks he might know why Lucinda and I will be leaving for the weekend, though he couldn't possibly know, and Esmeralda watches Lucinda, whether it be in envy or anger, I do not know.
Soon, Lucinda and I are in Diagon Alley, and we book at hotel, with a very nice room. The owner of the hotel had given me a strange look, though, which I thought there was going to be a problem.
"Aren't you two a bit young to be booking a hotel room?" He asks.
"I'm a wizard, and I'm 17 years old." I tell him. "So no."
"Are you two siblings?" He asks, looking between Lucinda and myself. Sure, my hair is dark brown, while hers is a deep black, and my eyes are a dark green with brown flecks, and Lucinda's are dark brown, nearly a black, and we both have pale skin, but that's where the similarities end.
"No." Lucinda says. "We're dating."
"Mhmm." He says. "And how old are you?" He asks.
"Old enough to hex you if you cause any problems, sir." Lucinda says, glaring at him, her childlike voice hardening, her eyes narrowing, and her eyebrows raised.
"Alright. Here you go." He hands me the room key, and I take Lucinda's hand, grabbing our bags in the other. Upstairs, Lucinda looks around the room, taking in the vast space, king sized bed, and the private bathroom.
"It's nice." I say, setting our bags down, and I lift Lucinda up, bridal style, and carry her to the bed, using my wand to lock the door.
"Wait." She says, and I stop myself from kissing her.
"What?" I ask, worried and shocked.
"We're not going to....right away are we?" She asks, and my eyes widen.
"I guess not." I pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "I thought you wanted to." I say.
"I just think we should get all of the stuff we need for classes first, and I dunno, go to a movie, or dinner or something..." She trails off.
"Stalling wont work, love. You already said you wanted to. We are going to before we leave for classes Monday, aren't we?" I ask, teasing.
"Yes..." She trails off again. "But let's wait for now..."
"Fine," I say, cuddling close to her. "But we both know that eventually, it'll be time." I whisper to her.
"I know." She agrees, and says "I'm hungry."
"Then let's order some room service. Or would you rather go out to eat?"
"My sister said I have a vault at the Gringotts. Apparently my parents had a lot of money and gave me most of it." Lucinda tells me. "I could treat your to lunch, my love."
"Hmm, that would be alright. But tomorrow, I will pay for lunch." I hug her gently, smiling.
"Mhmm. We'll see about that." She says, then, twists out of my arms so she can stand up.