Sacred Silence | A Tom Riddle Story

8: All out Veela.

Siobhan was the first to enter the great hall that Friday. Her eyes had a semi-permanent, tired, and bloody look to them.
She slumped down on the Ravenclaw bench and lifted her bag on the table. She took out her preparations for that days extra potion lesson.

She read through her notes whilst sipping a tea that one of the elves brought.
It was 5:45 and it was still dark outside. The hall was lit by hundreds of floating candles, drifting under the enchanted ceiling.