Asteria Lestrange resurfaced, her hair wet and her eyes murderous, "I'm going to kill you, Charles Septimus Weasley. And I don't fucking care if you are my sister's best friend!"
"Language!"
"How does an eleven-year-old, know such vulgar language?" Andromeda questioned.
"She lives with the Nymphadora Tonks and a frequently visiting Charlie Weasley," Blaise told her.
"Well that explains it," Narcissa commented, eyeing her sister. Andromeda scoffed offended.
"Daughter like mother," Bellatrix chuckled.
"I don't curse so much," Andromeda protested.
"whatever helps you sleep at night sweetie," Ted told her.
"Betrayal! You are sleeping on the couch, Ted!"
Charlie's eyes widened in fear of the younger girl. He ran off towards an amused Nymphadora Tonks.
"Traitorous friends," Charlie mumbled
"Don't look at me, Charlie. I'm not going to help you."
"Sad life Charles," Bill told him, gaining the finger in reply.
"Please, Nymphy! For the sake of your best friend. You don't want a dead best friend now, do you?" he pleaded.
"Why doesn't she sting you for calling her that!" Theo whined.
"She loves me," Charlie shrugged.
"I think I'm completely satisfied and happy with Evelyn. and I'm pretty sure, she is not dead," Nymphadora told with a shrug.
"BURN!!"
"Ohh, does Charlie need ice?"
Guess who said that?
Charlie's eyes widened as Asteria reached closer to him. Just as she reached him, a hand wrapped around her waist holding her. However, that did not stop the wandless and nonverbal stinging curse, that Charlie almost failed to block.
"You are so lucky Archer was there," Neville told him.
"𝗠𝗼𝗻 â𝗺𝗲, let me go!" Asteria protested.
"Mon âme?" Rabastan and Rodolphus narrowed their eyes.
"I like Charlie, 𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗲𝘂𝗿. I do not wish him dead yet. I still have a bet to win, after all," Archer Riddle, spoke.
"What is with these nicknames?" Regulus asked his protective uncle role up.
"What bet?" Bellatrix asked.
"What bet?" Charlie asked curiously.
"𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗿 à 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗾𝘂'𝘂𝗻," Asteria responded, cautiously eyeing Draco and Aurora.
(𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎.)
"What?!"
Amused chuckles and snickers were released by the purebloods.
