"Do not question my methods, Ze Xiang,” Daniel spat out in Cantonese, the calm facade shattering in front of his right-hand man, “Every thing I do has a purpose, despite how disgusting the experience is. Doubt me again and you may find yourself “accidentally” buried in the Liao famiy catacombs.”
The snobbish face in the fireplace sniffed, “I didn’t mean to insult, but really? A date? With the daughter of a known bloodtraitor? What could that possibly achieve in the Triad rings?”
A smug glint crossed Daniel’s eyes, “By gaining her friendship, I gain her trust. By gaining her trust, I gain an unfailingly loyal ally who is all too willing to provide me with an alibi along with her testimony of my supposed goodness. Ms. Longbottom, I find, is a very trusting and naive young lady. And who would doubt the words of Neville Longbottom’s daughter? With her, I have the greatest cover I could ever hope to gain.”
"It is madness," Liao protested, "are you not worried that—"
The Slytherin raised his hand. “Silence. Look, I am already late, Ze Xiang, and lateness does not provide a good impression. We will continue this discussion later.”
After disconnecting the encrypted Floo call, he grabbed his outer robe and walked out the door at top speed. Daniel wasn’t idiotic. He knew the possible, unwanted side effects of befriending the so-called enemy; attachment and sentimentality to name a few. Fortunately, he was almost robotic in his emotions and Alice Longbottom had nothing special about her, nothing particularly interesting or scintillating that would provoke any feelings save for detached connection.
Upon reaching the Great Hall, Daniel found that while the decorations were stunning enough, they barely held a candle to HKSM during the Lunar Festival or even the Yu Manor on sacred holidays. Nevertheless, he admired the magical work put into the delicate baubles that adorned the Hall. Turning around, he caught sight of a flash of brown hair and rosy fabric.