I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T w e n t y,

My whole body quivers as I'm wandering through the gates to the Ravenclaw castle - everything appeared so distinctive - the lowering clouds wavering over the rooftops produces the complete embrace to feel bitter, frigid, as the stinging wind brushed my cheeks,

I gained my way over the driveway, athwart the lawn - moving up the stone covered steps only to remark that the entries are open - not by much - but enough for me to notice.

I hastily glance around, but not a single being in eyesight, not even the house-elf's strolling throughout the garden.

They usually rush to welcome me, to carry my belongings, and direct me to my mother, but not now, not this time. This time the reticence greeted me,

I urge the great wooden doors open as a blast of dusty wind sails towards me - I seal my eyes locked, burying my head in my hands, avoiding the dust, and then everything shifted quietly again, the silence greeted me once more, a terrifying stillness - the prosperous castle held comatose, not a single flash of light brightened up our otherwise gracious and welcoming home,

I spin around in my prints, blenching back by the doors banging closed behind me - my eyes passed wide as the lock turned itself, '' What?'' I pant - grappling with locating my wand from my coat pocket, tensing my fist around it - something isn't precise.

'' Mother?'' I breathe out

Silence,

My eyes fluttering all over the shadowed entrance, '' Mother, are you here?''

Silence,

Not even my voice is rending in desperation echoes through the forsaken castle. I swallow thickly before using tender steps across the hall towards the lounge room, the floorboards squeaking below my shoes, a drowning sensation is showering over me - Draco was right - I shouldn't be here.

The salon keeps becoming more cryptic and more profound for each track that I'm taking - shivers bolting down my spine in fright. I peer over my shoulder, hoping that this is just a trick, that this isn't real.

That my mother is reaching out to scare me at any second - assuring me that all of this was simply one of her numerous stunts, but she's not - she's not coming. She's presumably not even here,

Fuck.

Why do I continue settling myself through this?

Why can't I merely listen to people when they're ordering me not to do something?

Why do I always have to be so fucking unreasonable.

I take my final steps, holding outside of the dining hall,

'' Mother, please.'' I mumble - locking my eyes closed, not ready to handle the reality that she's nowhere to be found, '' Please, please, please be in here.'' I plead to myself before pushing my shaking hands against the glass-doors, sensing the frosted glass score into my palms - exercising the deepest of breaths,

As the entries are crowded open, I free my sights - releasing my views to glace over the room,

Before I heave in shock - suffering my oxygen as my eyes are instantly settled on the man perching down at the table - his long greasy, blonde mane perfectly placed on his sharp shoulders - his harmful grey eyes narrowed straight into my innocent soul,

A devilish smile climbs his front the instant he clocks my terrified reaction, '' Miss Riddle, how pleasant of you to finally join us,'' He speaks, his hoarse voice causes me to cringe. I've shared various holidays with this man, however, every time his eyes match mine, he overawes me, more than he should, and he perceives that.