𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 the match from hell 」

Sliding out of her seat, she grabbed the bowl and headed into the bathroom. She tipped out the water and placed the bowl on the side, staring into the mirror. A shaky breath escaped her lips as she closed her eyes momentarily. The snapping of the hatch alerted her, she slowly walked out into the empty room and sat on her bed. It was unusually lumpy. Pulling back the covers, she grabbed the book that was tucked under the cover. A note was attached.

Merry Christmas, my dear.
This was my biggest fear,
somebody trying to hide the truth.
I am sorry that you'll never get to live your youth.
- O

She froze. Another riddle with rhymes but with a new letter. Strange. In her hand was a copy of beautiful mystery. She didn't know if she wanted to know or not. Something within didn't want to know the truth like it would change everything. The likeliness of that was slim to none. Something sprung to mind. She reminisced the conversation with Jinky: 'A filthy halfbreed, just like your mother.' What was her father hiding?

The book was no longer empty but now included the full four pages. She placed it on her nightstand, wanting to face it tomorrow instead. Remus could help her. He was very knowledgeable about his mythology and his creatures. Plus, he could keep a secret. Out of all of them, he would understand. Scribbling down a note, she asked him to meet her after lesson tomorrow at their dorm and with a flick of her wand the note was delivered to the boy.

♱

For the past few days, Regulus had been quite persistent in a strive to talk to her. Thankfully, Eleanor had been there every time to save the day. The two had been working together, trying to discover what the Slytherins were planning. Today, they were sat in Myrtle's bathroom, trying to figure out if the chocolate had been laced. It was a starting point to figure them out. They had gathered around the bubbling cauldron with the random appearance of Myrtle, she often critiqued how they shouldn't be doing such a thing and should hand in the item. Neither of them listened though.

Casting a spell, she withdrew that potion that tainted the colour and put it in a vile. It was a dark yellow shade and had a dangerously beautiful smell. Eleanor had predicted that the potion was Chelidonium Miniscula. This potion was known to delude the drinker, putting them in a hallucinogenic state. They would still move and function but they had no control of themselves, the drinker would be trapped in their own brain. It was a very rare potion as it was extremely difficult to master such a potion, only three people throughout history had been able to brew this correctly. Whoever did this had some serious skills. A name came to mind.

"Be careful of what your eating and drinking. I will sort this. Try and stay with one person at all times, if not done accurately then this could have killed you." Eleanor explained to the girl who seemed drastically overwhelmed. The blonde could understand why though. She walked Isadora back to her lesson before departing to her last lesson of the day. Her stomach squirming the whole way there. None of them were ready.

♱

Knocking on the hatch, she had slipped away to the girl's dorm to get changed and collect the book. All day, the weather had been murky as they expected another storm. The girl had been begging all day that it wouldn't arrive but she knew that it was going to be here anytime soon. She needed to be as swift as possible. On top of all this information, she didn't need Remus worrying about her. His mind was already plagued with his lycanthropy and Delilah's sickness that had started to brew a day or two ago. The boy unlocked the wooden hatch and she dropped in. She had chosen to wear her jeans for a reason.