Behave Yourself

Being disliked for the first time, Abraxas subconsciously touched his face. Had his charm faded? Wasn't he known as a walking love potion? Why did this little guy... hate seeing him so much?

"Excuse me for leaving first. After all, disturbing others' romance will bring retribution!" Feeling somewhat fortunate that the disgusting Senior had appeared in time, Tom nimbly picked up his books and left. If he stayed any longer, he really wouldn't be able to resist hiding this Senior somewhere to ensure no one would kill him. He never wanted to experience the feeling from his dreams again in this lifetime.

Stroking his chin as he watched the escaping cub, Abraxas glanced at the fool who had interrupted him, frowning impatiently. "Bulstrode... do you really think your little tricks will escape my notice? Look forward to Christmas... you'll get the result you desire."

Stunned in place, Celeno couldn't believe what she had heard. She quickly caught up to the person who had already left, grabbed Abraxas's forearm, her anger completely uncontrollable. The force in her hand was so great that her fingernails almost dug in. "Why! Is it because of that lowly half-blood? Abraxas! Do you know what you're saying!"

His gray eyes filled with coldness, Abraxas gripped the wrist that was restraining him. Abandoning his usual demeanor, he gritted his teeth and looked at the person with a contorted face. "The House of Malfoy does not need a hostess who is ugly to the core. Remember your place. If you don't want the House of Bulstrode to be removed from the Sacred Twenty-Eight, then behave yourself. If you dare to provoke me again, the consequences will be more than you can afford! Get lost!"

The argument between the two attracted a lot of attention, and soon the news spread throughout the noble circles. Volga blew on her fingernails and cast a sympathetic glance at her Senior. "To make our Platinum Prince so angry~ Princess Bulstrode is truly capable. Why don't you just admit you have a crush on that Riddle~"

Abraxas helplessly pressed his hand to his forehead. A foolish woman who only knew how to play petty tricks. How could he tolerate someone being so stupid as to order dark magic items from the House of Burke at school? Hopeless, truly. "Haa... stop teasing me, I'm already having a headache... Malfoy is a pure-blood supremacist..."

Rolling her eyes unladylike, Volga smiled without speaking. Compared to the Blacks who married within their own families, the Malfoy family had produced quite a few half-bloods. Although this was a very, very well-kept secret, it was because their two families had a deep relationship~

"Alright, I wish I had such troubles too~ It's a pity I don't have your charm. Oh, your little cat is back..."

Turning his head to look at Tom, who had appeared in the lounge, Abraxas curled his lips. Beautiful things could indeed lift one's mood. "Volga, aren't you looking forward to what Little Tom will be like in the future?"

Wanting to curse, Volga took a deep breath and got up to leave. Did she dare to look forward to it? She couldn't afford to offend the Malfoy family, who could treat the Minister of Magic like a puppet, let alone that little viper. The two of them combined, neither would show any gentlemanly conduct. That fool lying in St. Mungo's, cursed by who knows what, was a prime example.

Tom glanced at the people in the lounge, his gaze lingering for a second on the platinum blond head that made him grind his teeth. Gritting his teeth, he walked straight back to his dormitory.