track two
Penélope Park PoV.
I woke up unwillingly, feeling the loneliness of the piece of bed being useless, that feeling was commonplace.
Katherine always made it clear that she would put herself first as the good narcissist she was, a value passed on to me, but in small, more intimate and mature conversations over time, I discovered that most of the reason she was the heartless bitch she was, was for being taken by the bittersweet taste of solitude, taking you little by little to a place where you didn't know you could leave.
A family of liars, manipulators, and lone wolves resulted in a legacy that was no different.
Taylor was already awake, and he was getting ready, ignoring my presence since he thought I was sleeping.
- I had a bad dream. - I complained staring at the ceiling, getting rid of sleep.
- How was it? - The blonde asked sitting on the corner of my bed.
- It sounded like a loud resonance from Katherine saying that I am no longer part of the family. - I sat on the bed suddenly. - Because I slept with a Mikaelson.
- Like Penelope, it wouldn't be the biggest sacrifice you've ever made. - Taylor realized he shouldn't pay attention to that conversation.
The witch was already fully dressed, dress shirt with the snake coat perfectly closed with the sweater on top, her flame came from the blue eyes, the fringe, and mainly, the blue color at the end. of blond wires
- What do you mean? - I asked confused.
- Have you ever slept with Josie Saltzman, actually, with her sister too, I mean, who didn't you sleep with? - Taylor accuses. I make an O with my mouth as cynical as possible.
- Josie is hot. - I defended myself.
- What about her sister?
- What did she expect by ducking me? - Smile. - You shouldn't act like that Taylor, you've had your time with me too.
- Don't remind me of such an honor. - He spoke ironic. - What I mean is, the Mikaelson are hot. Both.
- Maybe Hope, but Isaac? - I rolled my eyes. - He's a Ravenclaw, and an O'connell.
- Hope is a Slytherin and you still hate her, that's no excuse. But you have to admit, I would love to have both at the same time. - I held my pillow tightly and threw it hitting Taylor in the face.
- You are disgusting and depraved, Swift. - I made a face of disgust. It was what I was feeling.
Isaac was smart, had a side smile, a tie with sarcasm, there was also his white hair, the result of a badly executed spell, and finally, a body with beautiful, and beautiful muscles.
Unfortunately it was a boy.
I wore the most stripped-down uniform I could, without really caring about my already impeccable appearance. The dress shirt was missing two buttons, with the sleeves folded up to the elbow, the open tie encircled the collar, skirt slightly higher than the regulation left, extolling the matriarchy, and knee-high socks.
We were just leaving the room when Taylor commented on my appearance that morning.
- If I could bet, I would say that you are trying to seduce someone.
- I always am, and it always works. - I smirked, pressing my fingers under the wand wood. That day started with both feet against my chest.
Breakfast was more like a war zone, the day didn't really start without looks exchanged like a spark with Hope, our cereal used to be harsh words, or hate and bitterness. It tasted like victory a lot of the time.
I thought Hope was going to run away from our next argument because of what happened the day before, to my surprise, the witch arrives at the cafeteria even before me, following my steps with her eyes.
- Why don't you try magic? - I told Taylor when we sat down. - There must be a spell, potion or whatever for that.
- It doesn't bother me as much as you think, it was worse when I used a device. Taylor explained. I never knew why she was there, in the house of the arrogant, the witch was such a sweet person, despite becoming Satan two when provoked, Lizzie Saltzman would say.
- I think it's quite charming actually. - I commented, taking an apple from the table.
- Speaking of charm, I think you're getting someone's attention. Taylor pointed his head at both Mikaelson, now sitting next to each other, probably talking badly about me for how much they stared at me.
- Do you think who's drooling more? The match head or Barbie? - I joked calling the attention of some witches listening to the conversation, with giggles and looks that must have made the redhead angry.
- I believe it's me. - Jade sat down with us suddenly. A few seconds later Josie entered the room, going to the Ravenclaw table with her sister.
- Don't be so fake. - I poked Jade.
- What are you talking about? - The witch makes herself disagreeable, placing her wand on the table and filling a bowl with cereal.
- You had sex with Josie. - I accused. Jade for what you're doing looking at me with wide eyes.
- You what? You bitch, why didn't I know that? - Taylor asks offended.
- As you know of this? - Jade still incredulous.
- I know everything, everything.
The only thing that bothered me was not knowing why Hope looked at me so much that morning.
(...)
- Open on the page three hundred and ninety-four. - Professor Forbes asked. I definitely preferred that she was the principal of that school, the father of the Saltzman twins, Alaric did a terrible job. I already found myself asking what a woman like her would have two daughters with such a dumb man.
- As you know, we were supposed to learn more about counter-attacks and defensive spells at the end of last year, well, your last teacher didn't follow the rules, so let's get through this quickly. - Caroline continued, in front of the class, without receiving an exact answer.
- Okay, I need someone to cast offensive spells. - Caroline commented, we were all a little more excited, it wasn't always that we could duel. - Someone interested?
Several hands went up, including Jade's, and Mikaelson, Taylor and I just looked at each other, we were so good at it.
- Penelope? - Caroline calls. - Can you help me with that?
- The price I pay for being the best. - I got up smiling half-convinced, walking to the teacher's side, thanking me for finally being able to take someone down.
- Great, now stay on that side of the room, and without too strong spells. Right? - The teacher asks. I moved to where I had pointed out earlier. - I need someone to defend myself ...
- I'll. Hope stood up convinced she could do it. It was the first time that we would actually duel. Mikaelson ignored that she might not be the one chosen by the director, staying on the opposite side where I was.
- Okay, great, great. - Caroline tried to convince herself of that. I crossed my arms without worrying about what would happen.
- Penelope is going to rip Hope's head off. - A comment came from one of the students, just made me keep laughing.
- Nobody's going to hurt anyone. - Caroline wanted to appease.
- Speak for yourself. - Hope says. The redhead starts looking at me, she didn't seem to be angry anymore, just arrogance.
- Hope, I'll be forced to take stitches off the Slytherin if I say anything like that. - Caroline speaks hard. - You will just protect yourself, your first spell will be Protego, it holds most hostile spells. I want a professional demonstration, Penélope, simple hexes.
- Okay. - That's all I said.
Caroline moved away, placing herself in the middle of the chair corridor, all the students, even those who were not so close, had their eyes glazed.
- Greet each other. - Caroline sent. Both graciously made the request. - Now, at three you can start. One two Three...
- Relaskio. - I stepped hard on the floor in a split second, sending the spell to Hope, who as soon as she was hit fell off balance, hitting the floor. - I'll give you time to get up, Mikaelson. - I said poisonous.
Hope gets up taking a more confident stance, looking at me as if testing the audacity of the one who would cast the next spell.
- Steleus - I cast the next spell, I should just make it sneeze.
- Protego. Hope defended herself in time, looking at me victoriously.
- Perculsus. - It would give her some shocks. I cast one spell after another.
- Protego.
- Incarcerous. - I spoke increasing the tone, in order to tie it with invisible ropes. I was annoyed at how good she was being.
- Protego. - He replied with mastery.
- Mimble Wimble - I spoke more focused, finally getting it right. - Abeo - I launched instantly afterwards, seeing Mikaelson's mouth open in an agonized scream, making me let my guard down by the pain she felt, as if it burned inside.
It happened too quickly, half cared about the witch, the other was laughing, in fact, just adding more excitement to the scene. Caroline tried to go to the middle, not before Hope caught me off guard by a spell that Protego couldn't handle.
- Everte Statum - he shouted. My body was swirled in a spiral until it hit the wall. It was a pain, motherfucker, starting on my back and taking all the rest of my body, I leaned on my elbows, ready to chop up, until Miss Forbes confiscated my wand, I had three in total in her hand, that meant I didn't screw myself . All the students had risen from the chair. Taylor held his own wand in the direction of Hope, probably not doing so by letting me get by on my own, Isaac had been his opposite.
- The completely of you is unacceptable, can't you just be two witches studying? - Caroline charged us. - Minus twenty points for the Slytherin, and you two, outside my class.
- Mr. Forbes ... - I started to try to use my good language with the old mother-in-law.
- You can't take points from the Slytherin because of that idiot. - Hope cut me off. Caroline opened her mouth to answer, but I was quick.
- Idiot? You couldn't protect yourself from a simple stuttering spell. - I speak in disbelief.
- And then you hit me with a pain spell? - asks Hope. - Coward, if out of a simple attack spell.
- Of course, because I should have my guard down when my dueling partner is a weak bastard. - I threw it in your face. The sounds in the background only improved the sensation. Hope looked like she was about to go into violence as she was out of wands.
- ARRIVE. - The teacher screams. - Both, out of this room, now, and go to the board, then I will take care of you. - She continued angry, kicking us both out. - Come on.
Hope and I didn't dare to argue, it seemed to be suicidal that way. I pretended not to have any trace of pain while walking out of the room, although it was a sacrifice every step I took, I still couldn't buy the anger I was at Mikaelson.
- Look what you made me do. - Hope complained as we walked to the directory.
- Did I make you do it? - I asked laughing ironically. - I don't really remember forcing her on anything. Maybe you just did it because you can't stand to lose.
- From someone like you? Not even. - Hope says harshly.
- Oh, I'm sorry if I'm not exactly what you wanted me to be, but I'm not here to meet the expectations of a spoiled Mikaelson.
- My name is Hope, not offending your intellect, but you don't seem to understand. - Hope shrugs. She was making a face that I couldn't decipher, it was Mikaelson's mime face, as said before, her lips tight, each time I didn't get something.
- I just don't really care. - I kept walking. - But we pretend so, how was your night? Dreamed of being able to do more than that?
- You didn't get over it? - Hope stops at the door, preventing me from passing when I was very close, her proximity made me almost hesitate, not even caring about the pain. - It was nothing, move on.
- If you get out of my way, I'd love to.
I sat in the teacher's chair, when we should be going to talk to Alaric, but after all, who cares? We were quiet for long and long minutes. I mulled over the latest events, at a certain point, never admitting out loud, I knew I had crossed the line calling her a bastard, I thought as I looked at her.
Heda Xxx.