𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 - 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

20-Our Only Wish is Melodrama

"Humans (specifically males) were attracted to mermaids for their heavenly features and enchanting singing voices. As a result, humans exploited and sold them to gain profit. They would be rare sightings in Circus's, and festivals; Usually they would be displayed in a glass tank exactly their size, if not, smaller, and other times, it would be much more grotesque which- Actually I think we'll skip that part" The teacher had paused with a pitiful, upsetting look on her face as she read the rest of the chapter. She then shakily continued and went on with reading to the class. "As a result of this, mixed marriages are frowned upon in the merfolk world, and if a mermaid does have relations with a human, they are kicked out of their tribe and disowned by their family. Well, that's a bit harsh..." Professor Albertine had sighed as she was ready to conclude her reading lecture. Of course, this wasn't all just her reading like some mechanical device. During bits of reading, she would pause to further explain the information just given to them if any terms seemed strange or newfangled to them. 

"I think we'll just stop at that and continue the third chapter in the next lesson. Seeing as it's almost time for your next class, you may all leave" She smiled at the classroom as the students were shutting their books and packing their quills. The students began to crowd the opening door and Draco had seen this as an opportunity slip silently, hoping his teacher would forget the occurrence of today's lesson   

"Not so fast, Mr. Malfoy. Please, do take a seat" 

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A tunnel made of orange, old steel, covered in moss and growing infectious pests was found in between two large rocks that looked like the walls of a gated castle. If it weren't for my suffering severe symptoms of what felt like uncurable ennui, I would've been hesitant and thought more than twice about exploring this passageway that led to I have yet to find out, but, I did not even bother thinking at all. I only paused to study the tunnel and dived straight into it. I had the sharp glass I found weeks ago stuffed in my leather satchel. So if anything were to 'hypothetically' attack me, I would be eagerly ready to watch the sight of blood gushing onto the acute and stern glass 

The never-ending tunnel, I could not describe adequately. It was (simply to put it) black and I felt like I had been falling into a void of nothing. For one moment in my life, I wished that I had the physical optics of a siren. They were glossy, stained like red glass, and had a tinted glow that would benefit from lifting my back aching nuisance. 

The tunnel became skinnier and fit tighter than a glove. My skin had scraped along with the cold steel and I felt indentations made on my forearms. My shoulders would squeeze tight to make space; bones sticking out like a tree after a slovenly downpour. I seemed to have hit a dead end as my face came in contact with a hard surface. A bruise was surly to mark its way as evidence of my ineptitude- In fact, I already felt the harsh-vibrant blue, grey, and purple chromas paint the left side of my cheek. My time was too focused on the light of a tunnel, covered by a bared plate- to even remember the damaged skin of my singular cheek 

The tunnel -leading upwards- seemed to be below more water. I seemed to be in a sudden hurry, and not my usual indecisive self as I swam up and gripped the lid with all my force. Carefully, I slid it to the side and entered the passage. My head peaked out with half my eyes still screened by the water; a fine line, resembling a thin piece of thread (the color of said thread ambiguous) was made betwixt myself and the rest of the world. I browsed the room. In response to holding such darkness, everything seemed much brighter. 

The room was spacious and high; you could nearly furnish 10 (or thrice the quantity) of me in there. It had small doors commencing to stalls that lay alongside each other. I could scarcely peer through the small crevice underneath the doors to see that there were no large rooms (or maybe, any at all), rather what seemed like white polished chairs. There was a maze of cobwebs and gossamer on the neglected limestone floor. I turned to spot; a sort of pillar shape that held faucets corresponding around. I could hardly discern anything, therefore it must stand most beneficial to keep my words stashed and my lips sealed, my mind said. Yet my philosophy was simply seized from my relaxed grip; teasingly and tauntingly swirling, sloshing, eddying around me (similar to a mosquito, enthusiastic to feast on your blood) as I heard a bitter lament echo from somewhere near me- Yet I could not tell if that place was above my head, beside me, behind me