"Motherfucker!"
"I'm gonna shove that son of a bitch's *** straight into his chest!"
"His goddamn guts are only fit for a noose, that piece of shit, I'll ***!"
Furious roar made entire Slytherin common room walls tremble.
Little snakes fled into coffee room. Gathered behind glass, observing commotion outside.
Gasps rose and fell.
Sensing Tiger's uncontrollable rage, Venom's twisted threads surfaced in his eyes—ready to tear apart anyone blocking him.
Professor Snape stood before Tiger. Face ashen, enduring roar that felt like actual damage.
Had to admit—Shelby's astonishing, filthy vocabulary made him wish, first ti in his life, he'd died that rainy night.
Why did he agree to co here for Dumbledore?
Couldn't rember.
Only knew—words spraying from Tiger's mouth were exactly what he wanted to do to Dumbledore...
Girls' dormitory. Gemma Farley looked through two-way mirror at chaos. Cool eyes full of astonishnt.
"Rhaella?"
"What happened?"
She'd witnessed Tiger's brutality. Experienced his ruthlessness. Deeply indulged in his tenderness—but never seen this beast so furious.
Like soone viciously humiliated him.
"Uh..."
Rhaella Shafiq's expression looked odd. Mouth opened slightly, weaving words in mind—couldn't produce one for a while.
"Rhaella?"
Prefect tilted head. Frowning at friend. Tone questioning.
"Oh, fine..."
Rhaella raised hands, surrendering. Desperate helplessness. Tone brief: "That idiot Lockhart wants to be Shelby's stepfather."
"..." (???)
Gemma's expression froze. Raised hand, patted forehead. Shaking head wearily:
"Wait, Rhaella."
"I zoned out. Must've misheard..."
"No. You heard right."
Rhaella stopped friend's self-doubt. Drank ice water expressionlessly—trying to calm herself.
"That half-giant's spine broke. Just for saying one sentence for that idiot..."
"No, more accurately—didn't even finish."
"Because of him, Shelby nearly fought Dumbledore. If Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout hadn't gotten angry, Hospital Wing would've disappeared."
"Until both left, Shelby was still threatening Dumbledore. Said he'd stuff dead skin from that half-giant's heels into the old bee's mouth... ugh..."
Imagining sothing, Rhaella's face paled. Dry-heaved uncontrollably.
Shelby's profanity—terrifyingly practical.
After drinking ice water, short-haired girl took deep breath. Suppressed nausea. Looked at friend, continued:
"As for Lockhart—idiot's jaw flew off his face. If Madam Pomfrey hadn't been there, Shelby would've swallowed him alive."
"You have no idea how insane Shelby was..."
Brutally killing Hogwarts professor—fastest ticket to Azkaban. Especially soone famous like Gilderoy Lockhart.
To Shafiq, Tiger was deranged.
Even with Burst family protection, he'd spend ti in Azkaban.
After Dentors' baptism, whether he'd co out alive—still unknown...
"I know exactly how insane he is."
Gemma's soft laugh interrupted Rhaella's thoughts. Eyes gazing at mirror grew hazy.
"That's exactly why..."
"I'm so deeply obsessed with him."
"You don't understand, Rhaella. That feeling of falling into hell—truly addictive~"
"Oh no..."
Rhaella slapped forehead hard.
Clearly, inhibitor's effect on love potion weakening. Friend seed beyond saving.
"Enough, Farley!"
"Stop talking about that beast!"
Tried interrupting friend's lost thoughts. Afraid delaying another second would be irreversible.
"Tell ..." Short-haired girl opened mouth. Clapped hands. Tone light but barely detectable panic.
"What about that Granger girl!"
"I still don't know what happened between you afterward."
Words fell. Room plunged into eerie silence.
After mont, Gemma shifted gaze from mirror. Cool eyes carrying contempt.
"Her?"
"Nothing much. Just stupid lion with so brains."
"She said I don't understand Shelby. Unfortunately, she understands Slytherin even less..."
As she spoke, anticipatory laughter rang out. Curve of red lips deepened.
As pure-blood heir, how could prefect not anticipate Hermione's little moves?
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Evening.
Prefect's bedroom shrouded in dim yellow light. Lake creatures wandered outside window.
Tiger gripped pink letter tightly. Envelope carried lingering perfu scent—inescapable curse.
That suicidal Lockhart started talking about past with Mother Polly.
Though bragged excessively, flamboyant smile sohow restrained.
Instead—deep nostalgia, sentint. As if ti carried him back to innocent years.
Actually, Tiger didn't mind this past. Even sowhat curious.
Everyone had innocence. Mother Polly no exception.
Just never expected—this son of a bitch would dare write Mother Polly love letter. Trying to rekindle flas—dare ask him to deliver it!
Heart-stopping knuckle-cracking sounds rang out.
Just then—chaotic, urgent footsteps from outside door. Accompanied by noisy discussion.
Knocking broke silence.
Tiger turned head. Tossed letter back on desk. Walked toward door.
Door opened. t his eyes—little snakes staying for Christmas. Serious-faced Rhaella Shafiq.
"What happened?"
Tiger frowned. Looking down at everyone.
Overwhelming pressure made everyone step back half pace.
But imdiately—inexplicable security rose. Little snakes' pale faces recovered.
"Gryffindor student attacked. This ti includes Gryffindor ghost too."
"Professors require prefects lead students to rest in common room tonight. No separate dormitories."
"Burst and Farley aren't here. I need night training with Professor Snape. Leaving this to you, Shelby."
Rhaella's tone grave.
Though she opposed Tiger, right now had to admit—only Tiger could stabilize Slytherin's little snakes.
Previous victims—all Muggles.
But this victim—half-blood young wizard. More importantly, wizard's mother from pure-blood noble family.
Made Slytherin, never felt threatened before, suddenly feel urgency, unease...
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