GYMNOPÉDIE

Chapter 06

     Gammaliel's eyes were ocean cold at the boy as she reminded herself that the boy stood before her probably deserved his painful death for every of his arrogant struts, insults and long list of his repulsive demeanors.

     His observant habit was intrigued, he studied the girl's face only to find resentment and satisfaction as she dug her peony pink nails to the book cover. He narrowed his eyes in distaste, one of the many reason why he concluded the Irish was a mudblood was the fact that she had no trace of a pureblood elegance as she fell into his compartment the other day before she challenged him to hex her. Not to mention, she had surrounded herself with blood traitors, mudbloods, and half-bloods so close that she reeked of them—Pathetic, Regulus thought.

     "Where did you find it?" the girl's breath uptight around her throat, staring down at the book.

     "You know where." His voice contained coldness that felt so foreign to her hearing. The witch shifted her gaze to his hand, dug into his pocket where she caught a glimpse of his wand. He gripped it tightly, as if he would attack her.

     "Oh." the Merlin's heir respond was unamused, vacant of expression yet if her eyes could mock, they were shouting hypocrites to the Slytherin.

Regulus tilted his head a sliver of curiosity coursed through him, "What did you do there?

     "I heard you play." replied the witch, her lips pursed from the constant reminder of what would happen to the boy.

     Regulus froze for a second, he was sure he cast silencing spells to keep anyone away from the room. The girl just kept getting weirder and weirder to him from her eyes to owning a muggle book. She could breach to the room, then apparently she could hear past through the spell he was casting.

     Scary, Regulus thought.

     Now that he thought of it, Black was supposed to burn the book regardless of who owned the book. But once he found out the owner, why did he voluntarily handed it to her. Regulus gritted his teeth beyond his stoic facade, the boy couldn't pick a guess what had bewitched him to do all that.

     Gemma transfixed her gaze toward him, nails still digging on the book cover harming the perfect printed page, before she shot her guess. "It was muggle's wasn't it?"

     "No." Regulus pushed the truth, he couldn't get caught to play a muggle's piece. Not in front of a witch he barely knew, or in front of anyone in that matter. "Besides, it's none of your business." 

    The girl blinked slowly at the answer, lips parted with confusion drawn on her face. Regulus plastered an unreadable expression, with that he pivoted to turn his heels to leave. Stepping once, he heard:

     "It was Gymnopédie wasn't it?"

     The Irish witch shot her guess like firing bullet in the dark, then Regulus paused. He looked over his shoulder, piercing through his grey eyes. Even though she was firing bullets in the dark, she hit the target right in the middle.

     "Yes." the word escaped from his lips voluntarily, and Regulus cursed himself. He just made himself sound stupid after denying it earlier.

     "It was beautiful..." Gammaliel admitted, trying to sound as convincing as possible. She pushed the vision aside, she met the pianist. She wasn't going to let him go with questions unanswered.