Ties that bind

Isadora took me back outside the walls of the Slytherin house. It was apparent that she had some business to do, because she carried herself with purpose. From the moment we stepped out, everyone made a point to stay out of her way. For a girl who was the opposite of ugly and physically imposing, it was surprising, but then again. I knew how sick and vile this girl could be.

"See me smile," said Isadora, "just you mentioning me can harm my standing. Let alone walking beside an ingrate like you." I Imagined how much it would hurt her standing being pushed into one of these stone walls we walked beside. Honestly the stone walls didn't deserve such a coarse individual to rub against.

"Are you going to hear me out or lecture me," I said? Isadora snapped back instantly.

"You sought me out Idius," said Isadora, "you should be grateful I am giving you the time of day." She was insufferable, I now remembered why I so didn't want to go to her.

"Fine then," said Isadora, "don't talk. I will in your stead." Isadora cleared her throat. "Just the sight of you is sickening. However you talked another women into touching your flaccid pric-."

"I need you to provide me information for the Triwizard Tournament," I said, "That's why I sought you out." Isadora still didn't smile, but her scowl angled just a bit less.

"Ahh," said Isadora, "that makes more sense." We both stopped, as a boy stood in front of us. He shook his head at me, and turned to Isadora.

"Hello Isadora," said the boy," It's William Kingsley, from Dark Arts." Isadora said nothing. "Well I was just wondering if you would like to go out with me. I sort of like you, ya know." I felt bad for the boy. He had no chance. His clothing showed obvious wear, so soon into the school year. Isadora would eat him alive.

"Kingsley you say," said Isadora. She scratched her chin, suddenly seeming slightly interested. "Your mother applied for a maid job for our family just last year." William shook his head with a smile. "What in bloody Hell makes you think you would be good enough to date me if your mother couldn't get a part time job bending over in a skirt and getting fucked by my father on the side?" William shook his head. On the verge of throwing fists, but Isadora didn't even budge.

"I've heard you were twisted," said William. He walked away trying to hide the tears in his eyes. Isadora looked heartless as ever.