Chapter 142: The Ladies

Chapter 142: The Ladies

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

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Chapter 142: The Ladies

As the butler said, more people continued to enter over the course of the next hour.

Harry recognized some of them, like Alecto Carrow, Lord Bulstrode, and Edward Nott.

"Why is he sitting there?" Theodore Nott glared at Harry with furious eyes, as he was currently seated to the right of Pansy.

"Because I asked him to," Pansy said with a tone that left no room for arguments.

Harry received many nasty glares during the last hour, almost exclusively from the young male guests. He might still be learning about etiquette, but he at least knew what sitting on the right side of the host meant. He was being treated as the guest of honor, and many didn't seem to like that fact.

Theo was just the first one who had dared to speak up about it.

"Tsk...fine," he decided to shut his mouth and sit down, not wanting to anger Pansy any further.

Like most of the boys here, Theodore Nott had the desire to earn the engagement with the Parkinson family that the Malfoys had lost.

And by giving Harry that seat, she was practically announcing who the first candidate was, making him the target of much contempt.

Of course, Harry was not aware of all of this at the moment. After all, Slytherin gossip never leaves the Slytherin house. It is one of their unwritten rules.

The ballroom continued to fill until only a few seats remained.

At his table, most of the students were from the second year: Crabbe, Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Nott, Pansy, Daphne, and Tracey.

'Why do I feel something off with her?...that aura, it reminds me of them...'

"Do not worry much about it, Lady Zabini. We can all get careless sometimes. We just need to be more careful next time," the voice came from behind Lady Zabini.

A gorgeous woman with pale skin and black hair stood there, looking at the other woman with barely hidden contempt.

"Mother..." Pansy muttered.

"Lady Parkinson," Lady Zabini smiled at her. "You didn't need to come all the way here. I was about to visit your husband's table next."

Harry moved his eyes away from the dark-skinned beauty and stared at the other woman.

He was not surprised to find out that Lady Parkinson was the same lady he met back at Ollivanders. It had become evident after receiving the dragon skin holster that he himself had chosen a few days back.

Lady Parkinson appeared to be extremely angry at the other woman, and Harry didn't know what could have happened between the two of them, but he had heard some of the rumors surrounding Lady Zabini.

She is also known as the Black Widow, and it is said that she has already married more than five times but all her husbands die in mysterious circumstances soon after the wedding.

"There is no need to go speak with my husband," Lady Parkinson said with an icy tone. "Your seat is on the other side of the room," she said while pointing at a faraway table.

Lady Zabini smiled with amusement, not looking bothered at all by the treatment she was receiving.

"Then I better get going to my place."

She leaned over and gave her son a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you later, dear. Have fun."

She turned around and walked with elegance across the room, turning many heads to glance at her curves.

Blaise Zabini sat down, looking very embarrassed by the whole situation.

"I had everything under control, Mother," Pansy huffed.

"Of course you did. But dealing with adults is our job."

Lady Parkinson's eyes scanned the table until they stopped at Harry.

"Mister Potter, it's so good to see you again."