Chapter 698 - Halloween Arrangements Ⅴ (2/2)
”You may,” Sylvia dauntlessly replied, before the two of them pair off onto the dance floor. They were not the only ones as countless couples began to pair off, Bethanie with Regulus, Pandora with Xeno, Quyen with Pettigrew, and many more.
Tiffany sadly glances at those dancing but to her surprise finds Severus offering his hand. ”I have been tasked this evening to be your escort,” Severus honestly admitted. ”But I don't believe it will be a tedious task at all.”
”I should hope not,” Tiffany giggled at Severus's words before the two of them whirl onto the dancefloor with a carefree air about them.
Despite lacking a partner, Rowan enjoys the dancing and the laughter as she watches her friends and Severus on the dancefloor. Glancing around, she enjoys the sight as her eyes come to a halt on the surprising figures of Sirius and Lily. Both of their gazes are glued to the twirling figures of Severus and Tiffany.
”Huh,” Rowan said out loud in surprise and with just a tinge of amus.e.m.e.nt.
”I certainly did not see that coming, but then again,” Rowan whispers to herself. Because she truly had not expected that the object of Sirius's profound affections was Tiffany. Then again, the clues were there all along if Rowan carefully looked back.
Still, it was surprising in its own manner considering Tiffany was a pureblood and a member of one of the 28 sacred families through her mother, who was a Selwyn. Rowan would have never pegged that Sirius would fall for Tiffany considering she was a Slytherin. The old Sirius certainly never would have so, at least the one from Potter's timeline. However, this Sirius was even someone, who Rowan considered a friend even if he tended to have a one-track mind that tended to be Quidditch oriented.
Life truly is full of infinite surprises and with that thought in mind, Rowan shrugs her shoulders. ”Well, serves them right,” she murmured under her breath, before glancing up at the pitch-black night sky reflected on the ceiling of the Great Hall through patches of fluttering bats with the only glimpses of light are distant twinkling stars.
Shaking her head, Rowan rose to her feet, before moving over to the first years and transfer students and nudging them onto the dancefloor. She only had to gently prod them as the braver ones among them pulled their friends onto the dancefloor. And for the most nervous she firmly took them by the hand and placed them onto the dancefloor, where friends pulled them into the group to dance.
Though Rowan did have to hide her laughter with a crinkled smile as she watched some of the younger years. There in the corner of the ballroom, the fearless figure of Lockhart danced without a care in the world to the embarrassment of his friends. Though the smile faded away as she recalled the face of one, who had just as much as courage and had been kind, S.R. Wilkes.
All trace of cheer disappears from Rowan's face leaving behind only a solemn expression for the rest of the night. S. R. Wilkes entire life had been robbed including his soul. She hoped that wherever he was that he might find joy and be full of life. It was all she could hope for, but she would avenge him, and that much she had sworn.