UNDER CONTROL
SLIDING INTO THE SEAT NEXT TO DAPHNE, NATASHA SIGHED. God, she was tired. Why did she agree to go undercover with Clint at a club? While yes, she can handle her liquor, she felt like Clint was purposely trying to get her drunk. She had to exchange her cup with water at least five times. "Rough night, Romanoff?" Daphne asked, flipping a piece of her platinum blonde hair out of her face. Nodding, Daphne took that as the answer and opened up her book.
"I told you not to go," Tom stated in a smug tone. God, sometimes she really hates his voice. He's so prissy and stuck up! "And now you're hungover in class. You should be glad Sirius knew what you were doing, or I bet he would've kept you locked up in the house for weeks."
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the hair tie off her wrist and tied her hair up. Yeah, yeah. I get it, you think you're so mature, she retorted. Hearing the door slam open, she forced herself to pay attention to the man. Alastor Moody -- Ex Auror. He was good with spells and quick thinking, she'll give him that -- but he had the reaction time of a sloth! She's been in fights as tough as him, and she barely gets a cut!
"You can put those away, those books, we wouldn't be needing them."
The man gruffed out, his wooden leg dragging across the floor. Narrowing her eyes, she felt as if something was off about this guy. Everything seemed to add up to what people said but... something in his eyes made Natasha uneasy. She'll have to keep an eye on him.
The man wasted no time, calling out each name and marking off the names with a quill. Leaning forward in her chair, she felt her gun shift from where it was in her pants. "So," Moody started, "Do any of you know which curses are most heavily punished by the wizarding law?" Natasha leaned back, pursing her lips as she watched several hands fly up into the air. Of course, she knew what they were (she basically had a dictionary living in her head named Tom) But, she wanted to see if her classmates knew any.
Eventually after a few seconds, Moody picked some ginger's hand. The boy seemed unsure of himself, but spoke up: "Er, my dad told me about one... is it called the Imperius Curse or something?"
Moody seemed to smile -- or in Tom's opinion, 'looked like a newborn baby born a few weeks before its due date.' "Yes," Moody replied, pleased with the boy, "Your father would know that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Imperius Curse." He almost went to grab something but seemed to think for a second. Natasha watched as his eyes lit up with sadistic joy. He wasn't planning on... "I was going to give you all demonstrations of each spell on a spider, but... Why don't we just focus on the Imperius Curse, yeah?"
A boy from Gryffindor raised his hand, and Moody gestured for him to speak. "Sir, what are we testing it on, then?" He asked the man, whose smirk turned into a grin. Natasha watched as he swirled his tongue around in his mouth -- which seemed to be a tick from childhood that stayed with him into adulthood.
"You," Moody growled out, half of the class jumping up. A few of the Gryffindors seemed a few shades lighter than their natural complexion, and some of the Slytherins started matching their ties. "He's really going to do this on students? The Alastor Moody I knew was a bit mad, but he wasn't insane." Tom sounded lost. She felt him materialize next to her, and none of the class seemed to notice him.
Tom looked the same as always. Perfect hair, Perfect clothes, Perfect fake smile, and just perfect overall. However, sometimes when she's upset, his appearance seemed to worsen. He started with a random Gryffindor, who seemed quite nervous.
"Imperio." Moody hissed, pointing his wand at the poor girl. Suddenly, she jumped onto one of the student's desks and began hopping up and down on one foot. The class all burst into giggles, except Natasha. Being under control and being forced to do things is horrible; she's not about to laugh at the girl. Seemed like Moody had the same impression, because he barked out, "Think it's funny, do you? You'd like it, would you, if I did it to you?"
The class immediately quieted down, and Moody let the girl set back down. Soon enough, he had made his way through the Gryffindors, and now it was the Slytherins' turn. Tom hummed, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the man. He was quiet. It was odd; he loved the sound of his voice. He would give a great villain monologue, Natasha mused. "ROMANOFF!" Moody shouted, the girl looking up from her nails and locking eyes with the guy, no emotions on her face. "You threw off the killing curse when you were a babe, let's see if you can throw off this one. Come up!" He gestured for her to come up, and she calmly stood up, throwing off her robe and throwing it over her chair.
Walking up to him, she rolled her sleeves up. "Well?" She smirked, "Finish your moment, Professor." His grin faltered, but it was back to normal in a second. Raising his wand, he whispered the spell. At first, Natasha thought the spell didn't work at first. Then, she started feeling the effects of it. It seemed as if a cloud formed around her head, making her feel senseless.
Making her feel nothing.
She didn't... she didn't like this feeling; it was wrong. She didn't wanna be controlled. Not again. She didn't wanna be controlled. NOT AGAI-
The class watched as she bit down on her arm, hard. Blood started dripping down her arm, staining the white of her shirt. Moody's mouth opened in awe, his tongue flickering around in his mouth. After a few moments, he lifted the spell.
Natasha felt herself coming back to it; the first thing she tasted was the taste of copper in her mouth. Pulling back her arm, she stared at her arm in confusion. However, she felt anger fill her veins. Looking up from her arm, she felt her nostril flair as she looked at Moody. Walking up to him, she leaned up on her toes and whispered in his air.
"If you ever do that to me again, I'll cut off your dick and feed it to the ducks I go to feed." Pulling back, she tilted her head to the side. She saw something like a fear flash in his eyes. Backing away from him, she grabbed her bag and robe and walked out of the classroom -- not even waiting for the class to end.
She was serious. She would feed his dick to the ducks she goes to feed with Clint every two weeks. Make it bite-size, too. She didn't want the poor ducks choking.
Hearing the bell ring, Natasha began packing up her stuff. Feeling the eyes of the potion's master on her, she leans over to Daphne and whispers, "Go on without me. I'll be with you in a bit." Ignoring the look Daphne sent her, she continued packing her bag slowly.
"Ms.... Romanoff," Snape drawled out, his words long and slow, "Is there any reason why you're taking so long to pack? Lunch does start in 10 minutes."
Looking up from her bag, she raised an eyebrow. "Yes, there is, Professor Snape." She replied, a slight look of surprise in his eyes. "I've been here for over three weeks, and every time you look at me, you look as if you're going to burst out crying. I just want to know why a grown man I've never met before gets so emotional over me."
His jaw clenched, his pitch-black eyes narrowing in anger, "That's none of your business, Romanoff." He snarled out, his inky black hair falling in front of his eyes. Keeping her face neutral, she walked up to his desk and locked eyes with him.
"I believe it is, Professor. You stare at me all the time, and if you don't give me an explanation, I'm gonna go tell the Headmaster you've been harassing me. We don't want that now, do we.... Professor? If you tell me now, I'll go on my merry way. If not, well... you know how it's gonna go." A satisfied smile formed on her face, seeing the emotions flash through his eyes.
His hands closed into fists, his nose flare, and an unmistakable rage in his eyes. "What are you playing at?" He asked, grabbing the front of her robe and pulling her forward. "What do you want, girl?"
Raising an eyebrow, she let the man have his moment. "Like I said; answers." She replied, her eyes flickering over his face. After a few moments of the man holding her slightly in the air, he put her down onto the floor. Fixing her shirt, she shoved her hands into her pants pockets. "So? Are you actually going to give me some answers, or do we just keep continuing this? Me asking questions, you attacking a student..." She trailed off, a smirk on her face as she stared at the man's frustrated face.
"If I..." He started, "Give you the answers you wish. Will you leave after?" Her face lit up with a satisfied smile, and she nodded. "Fine. If you must know, your... mother and I grew up together. We were friends until we had a falling out. Is that good enough for you, Romanoff?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was trying to close himself off from the world and its horrible expectations.
Glancing him over, she nodded once more and grabbed her bag, walking to the door. "Thank you, Professor," She called out, before turning around, a smirk on her face, "And maybe switch up your clothing sometimes? You look like a homicidal hot topic worker." And before he could respond, she slammed the door shut and walked down the hall.
Tom appeared beside her, an amused look on his face. "'Homicidal hot topic worker'? You do realize you just insulted a teacher to his face after antagonizing him for several minutes."
Shrugging with a smirk on her face, she continued to walk to the great hall.
Somehow, as fate managed it — Natasha ended up finding out what the first task was by a red-headed boy. She thought his name was Ron, but she honestly wasn't quite sure.
Apparently, his brother worked with the creatures that the students would be battling.
Dragons.
Just as her luck would have it, she would have to fight a fucking dragon! Sneaking through the woods was easier than she thought it was going to be.
It seemed as if all animals were avoiding her. It was odd, but she'd take her small victory. Even if they did try to come up and harm her, she could just kill it.
Ducking behind a tree, she watched as two men walked past her — not even noticing that they were being listened to too. "I still think it's crazy," the red-headed one stated, blowing his long red hair out of his face, "Having such young wizards and witches fighting a dragon — for which they have no experience!"
The other male, a dark-skinned man, clapped his friend on the shoulder, a small smile on his face, "I agree, mate," he said, in a strong, Irish accent, "But we're getting paid to this." Giving his friend one last pat on the back, he walked away from the ginger, who stood there for a few seconds — his body tense.
Natasha watched as he clenched his hands, before releasing a big breath of air, going in the same direction as his buddy. Her eyes widened as she heard a loud roar, the sounds of spells hitting one of the beasts that were tied up in front of her.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Tom appeared next to her, his eyes staring at the large reptiles with a fond expression. "I always did quite like dragons."
Glancing at him, she turned her attention back to the dragons. She would admit, they were majestical creatures. Fierce, powerful, and proud; she liked that about them. "I can see why." She muttered back, the glow of the fires in front of her illuminating her face. Tom hummed back, an almost vulnerable side to him that she never quite saw. It seemed the dragons brought something out in him.
"They used to be so free..." he trailed off, his eyes tracking each dragon as they fought against their chains. "Wild, able to fly free; go wherever they want. They were once mighty creatures, once out populating us humans. But, as we do, we ruin everything we touch. Now, there's only hints of their ancestors in them now."
Glancing over at him, she felt as if he was somehow relating to the dragons. She didn't know why Tom was with her, of who he really used to be, what he used to do, but... she guessed she didn't really care. It was selfish, but she wanted Tom only to herself. She didn't want anyone to know about Tom. Not even Clint knew about him, and she would trust Clint with all her secrets... just not this one.
Tom was hers', and hers only.
She wouldn't let anyone take him from her. Ever.