chapter four
Time for dinner soon arrived as the short and long hand both struck eight. Ivory rushed right out of bed, already ready for dinner.
She felt like a kid again, who had gotten grounded for playing a prank on the family and had got sent to her room till dinnertime.
She rushed down the stairs and found Abraxas in the hallway who had a grin painted across his face.
"Feeling hungry I see, Fawley." he teased as he gestured for her to follow him to the dinning room.
"Oh, spare me a break Malfoy! she exclaimed "I haven't eaten a proper meal for a long time" she said with a pout, walking beside him.
Ivory felt nice being reunited with a friend. She didn't feel terribly alone, she felt happy, except for the fact that she would have to go on a quest which might get her turned into a zombie, or worse, killed.
They both reached the grand dining room, it was gloomy and black but still impressive, she was drawn the room, the darkness made her feel comforted.
There was a fireplace on the left with crackling orange flames, tall pillars stood at the far back, the architecture was impressive, with a lot of attention paid to detail. The main table was long, with black glass and many dark chairs also were place near it. The chair at the end was bigger, and more grander than the rest, like a throne.
Abraxas sat next to Ivory, near the throne-like chair. In a couple of minutes the other pure bloods whom she recognized started to fill in the room, some of them slightly tilted their head as they looked at the new arrival. Ivory's stomach rumbled, the patience was starting to kill her.
"Why can't we eat already?" she asked with a groan. It had already been an hour as she had been sitting with Abraxas along with other death eaters who didn't dare utter a word.
"We have to wait for the dark lord to arrive before we can start our meals." he stated, his bright and playful mood had now turned into a formal and serious one.
She muttered something about the dark lord and his bullshit rules under her breath with a clenched jaw, no one but Abraxas heard her, who looked at her with his eyes warning her.
Tom soon walked into the room with confident strides. He wore an all black suit, his wavy hair fell on his forehead. There was not one thing out of place about that man, his perfect features look like they were carefully carved by the gods themselves. It was easily seen in his posture and stride that he knew what he was doing, and how he could make women fall to their knees in only a couple of minutes.
He caught her staring at his face and shot her a smirk. He then made his way to the throne-like and taking a seat on it.
"My loyal friends!" he hollered. "As you may have noticed, we have another one joining us this evening, now she hasn't received the mark yet, she will receive it after she accompanies me along with a few others on a quest to revive magic and finish those monstrous creatures once and for all. May the feast begin" he added, with his gaze on her.
Ivory felt uncomfortable under his gaze, at the same time she was confused about what the mark was, and why she had to receive it. She didn't want to be in his club, she just wanted to go back home and have a proper graduation party with her family and friends.
Soon, a bunch of middle aged women entered the room holding platters of food, and left as soon as they arrived after distributing the food.
Ivory licked her lips as she looked at her meal. She wasted no time digging in, devouring the food as fast as she could with her eating style still being counted as formal.
Everyone was quiet as they ate their food, everyone did seem to enjoy their meals. She could still feel Tom's gaze on her as she ate. She looked toward him, he wasn't eating anything, he just simply sat on his throne as he watched everyone eat while twisting the rings on his fingers.
She tried ignoring him and focused on the meal, after everyone had finished eating and got up and left. Just as Ivory was about to follow Avery out the door she was called out by Tom.
"Ivory, you may not leave yet" she felt upset that she was being ordered around but kept her mouth shut as she walked over to Tom who was leaning forward on the table with both of arms supporting him.
"We will be leaving at daylight tomorrow" he calmly spoke. Ivory felt really upset that she had to either go back to those grotesque creatures or she'd become one of them.
"Can't it wait for a few more days? It hasn't even been two days since I've gotten here" she frowned.
"No, I cannot stand living like a muggle anymore." he stated, before leaving the room, not letting Ivory reply.
She stood alone in the room, staring at the chandleries that hung above. Surely she wasn't a valuable asset to the quest, then why did Tom wait for weeks just to start their quest as soon as she arrived?
She walked out the dining room and wandered over to the same study that she'd been with Tom in before, but instead of Tom, Abraxas and his friends lounged on the couch and armchairs, with bottles of firewhiskey in their hands.
"Ivoryyy!" Abraxas slurred as he made her way to her and grabbed her arm and made her sit with him the couch.
"Join us! We're having loads of-" he hiccupped, before continuing his sentence "-fun!" he said as he shoved a bottle of firewhiskey. It had been a long time since she had gotten wasted, and she might as well have some fun before the quest.
She took the bottle from him into her own hands and took a big chug, feeling the alcohol sooth her veins. She felt as if she were a bird who'd been let out of her cage after years. She took several chugs before the entire bottle was finished and she was left in the same state as the others were in.
Lestrange stumbled over to the couch as he turned some music on and sat next to Olive Hornby and put his arm around her.
"Would you like to-" Abraxas hiccuped "-dance with me Fawley?" he asked her, with a sloppy a grin, his arm outstretched toward her. He looked like a mess, his platinum hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his tie was loose and the top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned.
"Alright Malfoy" she said with a giggle as he took his arm. The both went to the middle of the study and began dancing next to Lestrange and Hornby.
Their sweaty bodies danced together as they let each other explore their bodies, not sane enough to be sensible or realise what they were doing.
"Pretty" Abraxas mumbled before pulling Ivory close and kissing her. His lips tasted of alcohol and the icecream they had at dinner.
"What's going on" Tom stood at the entrance of the study, his jaw clenched.