bubblegum bitch

Walburga sat back as her eyebrow arch and arms crossed in front of her chest.  “Yeah, that’s not going to do it for me.” She needed more than simply just helping out a fellow housemate, pureblood or not. “No, of course not. Potions isn’t my subject anyways. I prefer charms, honestly.” Her head tilted forward as she looked at Sloan. “Of course it’s bound to happen, but how soon is it bound to happen?” 

Unlike Walburga, she didn’t have the suspicious look on her face, but rather an amusement smile plastered on her lips. “See── more reasons to remember what the fuck was happening in Potions in the fifth year. You are taking your exams, right?” She questioned, putting both feet over the coffee table and crossing her ankles together. “Who knows? Is there another hot Black other than you I should meet?” She teased.

An eyebrow arched as she looked over at the other witch. Her mouth pulled tightened before responding. “I don’t even know what gave you the idea I would do it in the first place, there’s nothing that I can get out of it.” 

“The feeling of accomplishment for helping a fellow Slytherin?” She shrugged, making the black hair fall from her shoulders to her back. An utterly bored expression installing in her face. It would be way easier to convince someone she was giving benefits too than Walburga, but why wouldn’t she try? “You will remember all the stupid potions that you don’t see in two years?” Sloan mumbled, looking at the potions book, before she looked again to the Black. “──or do it because we will be family in the future. It is bound to happen.” Lestrange and Black would, sooner or later, join families in marriage as they tried to keep their linage as clean 

Aliza scoffed at their question, “You can’t just ask a person that, let alone a lady”

“What?!” Sloan exclaimed, biting the end of a straw. “I just asked if you slept with him─ it is no big deal, lady Benjamin.” She mocked at the end.