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viii

"Payback for all the cruel things you've done to me, Lucatic," Santana replied with a scoff as she swept the floor.

"Fuck you," Luca grumbled, rolling her eyes. She was glad that this was the last night of detention, but cleaning up after her filthy classmates was not what she wanted to be doing on a Friday night.

She'd rather be in the Slytherin common room eating sweets and making fun of Harry Potter with Draco. She'd rather be curled up by the fireplace with a cup of tea and a book. She'd rather be in her bed with Enigma as she planned out Santana's murder.

But no. She was here on the dirty ass floor scraping filthy chewed up gum out from under the desks.

"What happened to you, anyway?" Santana asked. Luca's brows pulled together, and she turned to look at the Ravenclaw. "Why are you so...psychotic? Why do you want to kill everyone?"

Luca sighed and sat up, her curls falling over her shoulders and into her face. "You wouldn't understand." She shrugged. She stood up and kicked the bucket to the next desk before lying down on the floor and using the scraper to get the gum off.

"Then help me understand." Santana's voice was gentle as she spoke – not at all like her usual tone whenever she was talking to the Lestrange girl.

Luca stared at her like she was speaking in another language. Who was this person and what had they done with the sassy Latina that never gave a rat's ass about her? They didn't get along. They hated each other and had spent their whole Hogwarts careers making each other miserable.

"It's complicated." Luca sighed. She sat down in a chair and played with the rings on her fingers. She eyed Santana suspiciously as she sat down next to her. "Um...well, my parents are Death Eaters. My uncle is a Death Eater. The Dark Lord basically lives with us at Malfoy Manor–"

"Seriously?!" Santana gasped. "Is he scary? Has...Has he hurt you?"

Luca's brows pulled together. "N-No? Why do you care?" She scoffed. She scooted her chair back a couple inches and ran a hand through her hair. "I've been trained in the dark arts. My mum taught me everything I know. I've been breaking the rules of underage wizardry my entire life."

"I figured that much." Santana scooted her chair closer to Luca's, and the younger girl narrowed her eyes at her. "But what else?"

"What are you, a cop? You're gonna turn me into Dumbledore!"

"I swear I'm not." Santana raised her hands.

"You swear?" Luca raised a brow. "Would you swear on an Unbreakable Vow that you won't report me to anyone?"

"An unbreakable vow?" Santana scoffed. "Are you mental? That seems a bit extreme. You have my word, I won't tell anyone anything you tell me."

"And if you break that word," Luca's lip twitched, and her fingers curled around her wand, "you're in for a world of hell."

Santana swallowed, her anxious eyes glancing down at Luca's wand. She knew exactly what she was capable of. "I promise I won't rat you out to anyone."

Luca leaned back in her seat. She wrapped her finger around one of her curls and chewed the inside of her cheek as she thought of what else to share with the seventh year. "I'm gonna kill Dumbledore," she admitted. "I couldn't think of any other way I could get the Elder Wand."

"Why do you need the Elder Wand?" Santana frowned.

"My mother told me to get it. The Dark Lord wants it. Little does he know that I'm gonna kill him and then take over his army. The world needs a powerful female villain to take it over."