He could still clearly remember that time where he had asked one of the Gryffindor prefects about the Slytherin house during his first year at Hogwarts and how vocal that particular prefect was about his view on the House of Salazar.
“You should stay clear from those snakes Petrova. Slytherin are the known as the house of the ambitious and cunning. But clearly almost all witch and wizards who came from Slytherin became minions of He-who-must-not-be-named. Listen to me okay? It’s for your own good.”
Ringo shook his head, oh if only that prefect could see him now. A Gryffindor seated on the table with known Death Eater and a death eater himself. Such irony. Not that Ringo cared anyway. He looked around the huge hall inside the Malfoy mansion where the Dark Lord currently stays in. There was supposed to be a meeting and a marking ceremony for the newly recruited magicals for the Dark Lord’s forces.
He stood stiffly on the side of the room as he the rest of the Death Eaters apperate or floo-in the room. Then his eyes caught something or rather someone. He zeroed in to that person and froze.
What are the odds? It’s been years since he last saw her. And this is the place where he least expected to run in her once again.
Really... What are the odds?
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