Chapter 4 - Unspoken

                                    

                                          
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4 
𝖀𝖓𝖘𝖕𝡣𝖐𝖊𝖓 
It had always been a cold evening down in the dungeons where the Slytherin common room resided, both physically and figuratively. In contrast to the homely interior of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff living arrangements, Slytherin's common room flourished in the coolest and darkest tones of color. The dim area also furnished much more for the appeal rather than comfort. The sound of the green embers blossomed throughout the room in an attempt for some warmth. 
Sitting by its very hearth were some of Slytherin's most valuable students—they belonging the 29 of the most noble families. 
"Rosier, you're one of the most annoying arses even your mother wished to send you away," Laughed Orion Black. Evan Rosier rolled his eyes in disapproval, "And you honestly think it odd that Lovegood reacted the way she did?" 
"Honestly mate, it's been weeks, you're never getting into Looney's pants." Said Articus Lestrange with a pointed look on his face. 
Rosier huffed, not seeming to give up. "Her resistance is a sign of attraction. She's one who seeks romance and in an attempt to sway my affection, she is playing untouchable and stubborn." Rosier declared with a smug look on his face. This causes Theodore Nott to laugh.
"Oh Rosier dearest, are you sure you're not that one who seeks romance? Your frustration and commitment to Lovegood makes me think you're under a love potion." laughed Nott. "Dare I say you're fucking whipped." 
"Fuck off, Nott, I'm not the one lovestruck here considering the googly eyes you give to a certain Ravenclaw girl whenever she's nearby," Rosier challenges his friend, Nott suddenly turned pale. 
"You lot have a nag for Ravenclaws huh?" Said Abraxas Malfoy not looking up from the book he was reading.
"Hold on," Lucas Avery sat up from the leather couch pointing his whiskey glass towards Nott with a teasing yet questioning look. "And who might that rattle little miss be?" 
Nott gulped, shaking his head "No one you know of," He shrugged playing it off as clean as possible. But Avery was not convinced in the slightest but let it go anyway.
"Lovegood isn't bad on the eye, but not pureblood. You'll be disowned Rosier if your affections grow stronger." Lestrange smirked proud of himself for irking his friend.
Rosier was about to reply when the common room door was forcefully opened. All of them stood up straight when they saw none other than Tom Riddle strutting in all his glory. The room's atmosphere was denser than it usually was. The tapestry looked as if it was cold to the touch as Riddle dropped his books on the usual armchair where he sat.
"Hestine. Tell me more about her family and how you lot are involved." He said plainly loosening his tie. Abraxas cleared his throat before replying.
"Hestine is part of the sacred 29 of pureblood families. They're known for their notorious breeding. Royal names passed around between Black, Hestine, and Nott had the heir be a daughter." He says in one breath. He dares took two steps forward to the dying embers carefully thinking about his next words. "For generations now, the royal name remained to be Hestine, but because the heir is a she, the noble houses will stop at nothing to get their sons to marry her." 
"Meaning, we are obliged to try and wed her. That is why there had been frequent balls and gatherings between the nobility, attended by her father, but most often his Stewart to determine the best suitors for his daughter." Avery added looking intently at Tom Riddle who had his back turned to face the large window that overlooked the depth of the black lake.