Chapter 245 - Cad (2/2)

Rowan carefully eyes Terry as she knew that Terry did not like Mulciber the least bit ever since their second year. ”It's nothing to be worried about,” Rowan finally answered. ”He merely did not take it very well to his advances being turned down.”

Terry angrily growls causing Rowan to stare at him in surprise. Keeping his voice quiet, despite his anger, Terry says, ”You should take care around him, Rowan. Mulciber isn't someone you should ever turn your back to, EVER.”

Instead of replying immediately, Rowan moves her rook forward. After the slight pause, Rowan says, ”I know that you very strongly dislike Mulciber, Terry. Why?”

Terry sighs and leans back into his seat as he glances away from the chessboard. ”It's not very polite of me to say as a gentleman, but Mulciber is the worst kind of cad.”

Seeing Rowan's blank expression, Terry more bluntly answers, ”He is the kind of wizard, who is pretty on the outside, but is rotting on the inside.”

Rowan slowly nods her head and says, ”Yes, I know what you mean by what kind of wizard he is, Terry. But what I want to know is just what did he do?”

Terry abruptly rises to his feet and rather elegantly offers her the crook of his arm to take. ”Shall we take a stroll through the dungeons for a minute or two, Rowan?”

”It'll be freezing,” Rowan huffed, but still took Terry's arm.

From where Severus and the girls were sitting, they watched Terry and Rowan stroll through the common room with baffled eyes. Silvia especially as she unconsciously bit her lip in unease at seeing Terry leave. However, neither Bethanie nor Tiffany missed Silvia's reaction and shared a pointed glance. The two girls merely patted Silvia on the back in silent comfort as the Slytherin common room door closed shut with a soft clunk.

The air is rather chilly as their breaths can be faintly seen in the dungeon. Shivering, Rowan says, ”Well, what needed to be said out here that couldn't be said in the common room?”

”It's not my place to ruin anyone's reputation,” Terry softly whispered.

Rowan furrows her brows with worry and asks, ”Terry, whatever do you mean?”

Terry didn't answer until they finally stopped in a shadowy corridor. Leaning to rest against the wall, Terry releases her arm and says, ”It was the summer after our first year. Several of the Greengrass branches had come together including other pureblood families.

And like the previous summers before I tagged along with my male cousins. As we are rather few in numbers when in comparison to the girls, we always tend to stick together despite our age differences. We were laughing and chatting about as usual, when someone remarked that we should raid the kitchens for a snack to keep us going until dinner. Naturally, we all drew sticks and I happened to draw the short stick.”