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ADHARA KNIGHT COULD VIVIDLY PICTURE A COUPLE PERNICIOUS EVENTS IN HER LIFE THAT MADE HER LOSE HOPE FOR HUMANITY. The events had sent her into an internal spiral of insufferable agony that looped around her neck like a hot wire, crushing her throat and constricting the air from flooded into her desperate lungs. These moments tainted her mind with gloom and haunted every dream that would wake her in the middle of the night gasping for air, tears streaming relentlessly down her cheeks, as sobs racked her body in a trembling frenzy. On the contrary, Adhara Knight had once been innocent, kept tucked away from the sickening horrors that leaked out of every crevice. That Adhara died. But it wasn't as quick as a snap of fingers. It was a gradual fall that rose her up long enough for her to adapt to these newfound feelings, just for it to push her back down whenever she got the slightest bit of contentment flooding through her veins.
The first one that came to her mind would be when she was the mere age of eleven, in her first year at Hogwarts, where she was introduced to the heinous realities of people that she had always been locked away from. It began all in good fun, with a boy with eyes that were black as the night sky, supported by an eerie smile that would make anyone shutter if they stared too long. Rabastan Lestrange was his name. But Adhara had always been a little too oblivious for her own good and didn't exactly pick up on his calamitous nature. Not yet anyway.
To his friends, it was a game of who could get the girl to dumbly think any of them would actually choose to associate themselves with her. Rabstan was the one to propose this, after being made a fool of in Charms class by Adhara herself the week prior. It was unintentional, of course. But Rabastan didn't like being embarrassed. And definitely not by someone whose brother was a traitor of the pure Knight bloodline.
It was a gloomy fall day with a sprinkle of rain when he had approached her the second time. The invitation had slipped off his tongue smoothly, with a faux sense of warmness, that had made her cheeks heat up and a giddy feeling swarm her chest. It might've been the voice in the back of her head demanding she accepts the invitation, scolding her that any other answer would be purely unfriendly. But what the voice wasn't telling her, was that Rabastan Lestrange was not a friendly boy.
The next day, when curfew had fallen upon them, Adhara met the boy in the common room. But what she failed to notice was the timid boy in the corner, basking in the darkness of the room, watching Rabastan take her hand as he began pulling her out of the common room. Everything in his body screamed for him to intervene, knowing that nothing good could come out of Rabastan Lestrange leading Adhara Knight out into the corridors past curfew, especially after having already watched Cillian Avery and Ren Burke sneakily exit a few moments prior. But the boy felt the cowardness take over him, that kept him glued to that chair like someone had cast a body-locking curse on him, not knowing this moment would haunt his mind until his last breath.
