๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐ โ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐๐๐
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
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๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐
๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ท๐ฌ๐ต๐พ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ
๊ฐสแดแด , แดแดแดแด๊ฑ, แดแดแด สษชแด, แดษดแด แดแด แดกแดสแด
๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ
สษชสส, แดแดแดวซแดแดสษชษดแด, แดสสษชสส, แดษดแด แดแดสแดษชแดสแด แดษดษดแดแดแดแด แดแดสแดส๊ฑ
๐ข๐ฎ๐ฝ โ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ธ๐พ๐ผ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป โ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ปโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ป๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น๐๐๐๐, ๐ป๐ถ๐พ๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐พ๐๐
๐น๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐,
๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ป๐ป ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐น ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐๐น ๐ป๐๐
๐น๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐' ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ The infamous James Sirius Potter is living up to his namesakes by throwing his annual ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ฌ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ด ๐ซ๐ช๐ผ๐ฑ. After all, he is not the type to be worried about what a few stupid rumors from a phone can do to a man when his ๐๐๐๐ reputation of best party host is at stake. Given that it is his first year as an upper-level student { and might also be his last, if he's being honest }, he has decided to make it bigger than ever before.
โ โ โ โ In order to get to the party, you have to solve a riddle and find it. James also isn't too keen on completely ruining his own little sister with his troublesome ways just yet; he's paid a hefty price to have her be the party's bouncer. And don't you dare laugh. After all, you need a Potter to get in. Though the Horcrux was destroyed within Harry, it somehow didn't change his or his children's ability to speak Parseltongue.
{ Best to not overthink it. }โ โ โ โ That's right, everyone. The welcome bash is in the infamous Chamber of Secrets, with charmed decorations glittering on the remains of the Basilisk bones and twirling across every creepy surface. An eerie, terrible sight. Yet it is the perfect place to hide from those who might try to stop this from being the craziest party Hogwarts has ever seen. Perhaps, if James cared to think that far ahead, he might notice his creation of a foreboding metaphor. A twisted joke. An invitation for the darkness to come to this new school year. But why worry about the future when there is firewhiskey and fun to be had?
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โ โ โ โ The Upper-Level Common Room, once a haven for intellectual pursuits, has erupted into chaos. Most bookshelves are toppled over, their priceless contents spewed in heaps around the floor. Pillows and blankets flutter about in charmed dances to the egregious techno music blaring from a wand. And, of course, in the center of the storm are the two boys everyone expects. Somehow Fred has managed to accompany his older cousin James into the restricted area, and they are joyfully ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐พ๐น ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ท๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ. Any student who dares to come through the room only becomes their next victim. Jamesโ party does not start for hours, but his idea of hosting starts and ends with checking the quality of the booze. Rose already managed to cover his ass by charming the decorations to perfection. Isnโt it his sacred duty to ensure the jungle juice is up to par too?
โ โ โ โ โMY ANGEL!โ James swoons the moment the front door opens. โWhat in the fuc โโ The rest of Victoireโs protest is cut off by the crippling hug Potter wraps her in. โI โave seen the light, and its name is Victoire! All โail our queen!โ
โ โ โ โ โFOR โ โUCK โ SAโ โ โMES!โ she desperately protests, but he is muffling her screams with the full force of his bulky jumper and drunk ambition. If her make-up werenโt magically charmed to stay in place, she may have sent him through the wall by now. She hates herself for not having her wand in her hand, and he is grasping her so firmly that her hands canโt manage any magic either. Fredโs cackling closes in from behind, and soon Victoire finds herself helplessly between the two of them. They reek of alcohol, and the keep muttering sweet nothings about how much they love her, though it's clear the only purpose is to annoy the hell out of her.
โ โ โ โ The panic begins to set in. The secret darkness she refuses to acknowledge is never strong enough to break through her mold of ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ, ๐น๐ธ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐. But with such a surprising bombardment, it takes the opportunity to seize control. The boys are just being silly, just having fun, she tells herself. The anxiety gnawing at her control says otherwise, and she finally unravels. Victoire desperately wiggles her head to freedom, and all her anger roars through the room.
โ โ โ โ โGET OFF ME OR IโLL KILL YOU!โ
โ โ โ โ Even Fredโs music-playing wand falls silent in reply, but its owner isnโt interested in listening. โWell, arenโt you just in a bloody good mood? Here we are, being so wonderfully kind, and all you do in return is threaten us. What kind of role model does that make you? Should I go punch some puppies now, with the kind of attitude youโre trying to spread?โ
โ โ โ โ The only reply Victoire deigns to give him is a staggering glare, to which he arrogantly winks. She canโt deal with this. Not today. Not when they already reminded her of something she was trying to pretend never happened.
โ โ โ โ Defusing the tension building in the cousinsโ intense eye contact, the mediator steps elegantly in between them. โโAve you โeard? โBout the party? As the Ravenclaws-s-s-s s-s-s-s-say, itโll be a reaโ bloody โโ James is cackling at himself. He canโt even get out his punchline. โIโm throwinโ a bloody party, Victoire! Will I s-s-s-s-see you there?โ
โ โ โ โ โJames, everyone knows your hosting it in the Chamber. You donโt have to make a ridiculous noise every time a word has an s.โ
โ โ โ โ โYes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, I mus-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-st,โ he beams. She told him the joke wasnโt funny over breakfast in the morning, but six-drinks James certainly is proud of himself for continuing ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐๐ฝ๐ป๐ช ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ. As if the first person who cared enough to solve the riddle didnโt share the news with everyone else. As if Lily didnโt just tell everyone about the location without the riddle after one day anyway.
โ โ โ โ โIt doesnโt matter because Iโm not going,โ Victoire huffs. Fred collapses dramatically on the cushion behind him in a faint. โOh, unicorn turd! Victoire? Victoire Weasley? Sheโs too good to have fun? I would have never guessed! Call the Ministry! Call the press! An outrage!โ
โ โ โ โ โYouโre not even supposed to be in the upper levels dorm,โ she growls to her troublesome cousin.
โ โ โ โ โYeah well, we arenโt supposed to be impolite to our loving relatives, but when has that stopped you?โ
โ โ โ โ โJust clean this up and get to your stupid thing already,โ the blonde hisses. ๐๐ธ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ป๐๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ๐ธ๐ป ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ถ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท ?
โ โ โ โ Fred shakes his head from side to side and nonchalantly picks at his fingers. โWhat are the odds Victoire doesnโt just not go to your party, James? What are the odds she even tries to ruin it for everyone else? Wanna make a bet on it? I know a guy.โ
โ โ โ โ James drunkenly giggles, but the words burn straight through Victoireโs heart. โFred, arenโt you the guy?!โ As they begin to banter, she takes it as an excuse to slip away. Potterโs constant chit chat saves her from a conversation she doesnโt want to be in, yet again.
โ โ โ โ โMerlin, James, just laugh at the joke. Donโt explain it.โ
โ โ โ โ The door barely makes a sound when it clicks behind her, but she cannot leave her guilt behind as easily as the room. Would showing her face at a party really be so bad?
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ โ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ค๐ ? โ
โ โ โ โ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ , ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ ๐โ๐ก ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ โ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก โ๐๐. ๐ผ๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ, ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ โ๐๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก,โ ๐ โ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ด ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ . ๐ด ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ-๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ก. ๐ท๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐๐ . . . ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐, ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ โ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ,โ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก โ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก๐. ๐โ๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐โ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ. ๐โ๐๐ก โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐, โ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ โIs that Victoire?โ
โ โ โ โ The question is snaking itself around the party, as sinister and foreboding as the Basilisk bones.
โ โ โ โ โAre there two Victoires? Surely, that canโt be Weasley?โ another responds. It happens again and again. No one can believe their eyes. Their elegant princess is nowhere to be found.
โ โ โ โ The girl before them is dripping with chaos and reckless abandon. The black wrap around her top can barely be called a shirt, especially with the light pink of her lacy bra teasing around the edges for extra attention. The glitter on her skirt swirls like galaxies. She's intoxicating . . . and intoxicated. Her ballet training makes her confident on the dance floor, and Godric Corner is all too willing to bask in her attention. While she normally knows better than to play with fire, he is a little too tempting under the haze of everything sheโs been drinking. Why could Jacqueline always be the irresponsible one who goes home with the bad boy? Couldnโt Victoire do it just once?
โ โ โ โ Her hips spin in time with his. The beat matches the pounding intensity of her heart. She doesnโt even notice the curiosity she has peaked. For the first time in years, she doesnโt care what everyone else is looking at when they see her. She is just . . . being herself. The Veela magic takes over, free from the intense control usually wielded by its master. Sheโs practically glowing.
โ โ โ โ โYou look so beautiful, Vic,โ Godric hums from behind in her ear, but the compliment has the opposite effect. His words repulse her. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ด๐ท๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ repulses her. She breaks free from his touch, but the transition is jarring. She has had far too much to drink to be prepared for sudden movements. Her head spins. She canโt tell the floor lights from the ceiling stars, as it all splays across her vision in colliding colors. Her hands wobble about for balance, which seems all too much like an invite closer. Godric misunderstands and moves in to kiss her. As his lips press to hers, she feels another wave of helplessness wash over here.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ ๐ฝ๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐น๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐๐ . ๐โ๐๐ฆ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ฝ๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ ? ๐ถ๐๐ข๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก, ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก ? ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ ๐คโ๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐๐๐โ๐ก โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ? ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ? ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ก ?
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐ข๐, ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ก ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐. โ๐ท๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐ข๐ ? โ ๐ป๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก โ๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ฆโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก โ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ฆ ?
โ โ โ โ โ๐โ๐ฆ ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ? ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ ? โ
โ โ โ โ โ๐ฝ๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐,โ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ด ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ . ๐ด๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ฆ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ . ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ .
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ โ๐ผ, ๐ขโ, ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ฆ . . . ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐ . . . ๐ค๐ . . . โ
โ โ โ โ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ก. ๐ด ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐๐โ๐ก. โ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ฆ. ๐ฟ๐๐ก ๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข.โ
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ก โ๐๐ โ๐๐๐, ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ, ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐โ๐ก๐๐๐ .
โ โ โ โ โ๐ฝ๐ข๐ ๐ก . . . ๐๐๐ . . . โ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ โStop!โ she screeches. It can barely be heard among the bellowing speakers, but nobody has to hear her to know what happened. Godric is splayed out on his ass, either from wandless magic or an adrenaline-fueled shove. It is all too fast to be sure. Did she even do that? He looks at her, mouth agape and eyes spinning with horror, as his own intoxicated mind tries to piece together what is happening.
โ โ โ โ The murmurs are already spreading rumors. The blonde hardly notices.
โ โ โ โ Victoireโs shaking hand fixes the bra strap that has been falling obstinately down her shoulder all night. She is still in a haze. None of the world makes sense. Why does Godric have his arms up in some kind of surrender?
โ โ โ โ โWhat the . . . โ
โ โ โ โ Only then does she realize that her hand is gripping her wand, threatening to fire in his direction. Put it down, she thinks to herself, but the limb doesnโt respond. Her eyes travel up the arm. Wait. Thatโs not her . . .
โ โ โ โ Wait. She isnโt wearing a jumper. What is happening?
โ โ โ โ It doesnโt belong to her. It belongs to . . . Teddy?
โ โ โ โ He is at this party? When did he get by her side?
โ โ โ โ โStop!โ she screams again. Her sudden words surprise herself, but this time it is not the Slytherin boy at the end of her command. She rubs at her eyes, and the world grows slightly more clear. A crowd is clearing around them on the dance floor. All the confused faces are beginning to take shape. But only one of them matters. She locks eyes with the professor fearlessly.
โ โ โ โ โStop it,โ she repeats, deliberate and quiet. It doesnโt have to be louder than the music for her order to be understood. It is . . . her wand that is flourished to attack. He is only there to hold her back. To stop her from making a mistake. His hand drifts away from her, hesitantly back to his side, but he keeps glancing over her shoulder to Godric. { Why does her skin have to burn where his fingers brushed? Why does he have this effect on her, even now? } The other boy feels trapped on the floor like any sudden movement will provoke the two predators having a stand-off.
โ โ โ โ โIโm trying to help,โ he huffs. Another brilliant intro sentence from Professor Lupin. What, are damsels supposed to be grateful when someone comes to their distress call? Is that what he thinks this is?
โ โ โ โ Victoire grinds her teeth and pushes past him. He isnโt expecting her to charge by so forcefully. She enjoys his slight stumble back enough to crack a secret smile. The part of her brain recovering some slight semblance of sobriety begs her to keep walking, but her heart tugs her feet back around to face him square on. He has dared to follow her off the dance floor, after all.
โ โ โ โ โYou think I need you? Or your pathetic help?โ
โ โ โ โ There it is. The breaking point.
โ โ โ โ Three years she has held her emotions in, shoved them so far beneath the surface that no one even knew to suspect. Three years, two months, and nine days. But not a moment longer. Victoire canโt control her tirade, and with her balled fists and boiling rage taking over, she knows that she doesnโt want to.
โ โ โ โ โIโve spent THREE YEARS without you, Teddy. I picked myself up off the ground after being ABANDONED. I found happiness and security ALL BY MYSELF. If you think, for one FUCKING SECOND, THAT I NEED YOUR HELP, FOR ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING AT ALL โโ
โ โ โ โ โThatโs it.โ
โ โ โ โ Victoireโs world is spinning as he grabs her and pulls her forward. Everything in her body screams in protest, but her panic cannot get out fast enough to cry out. Heโs not . . . itโs not . . . heโs gentle. Itโs not the same. But her body doesnโt seem to care. Tears begin to well in her eyes.
โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐ ! Theyโre apparating before she can even make sense of him and this world and what is happening. Itโs a terrible thing to do to a drunk. She wants to vomit from such shit transport; apparition is like a curse.
โ โ โ โ โAnything you have to say to me you can say it right here. But not in front of my students. Understood?โ
โ โ โ โ Heโs breathless. Each exhale clouds around her in the cold night air just outside the greenhouses. It envelops her in a way he never has. At least, not for years. But the command still surprises her. At least some part of him had grown into manhood while he was away. She is too busy fighting her own desire to break down to give him a reply. At least her eyes are no longer threatening to spill over. Victoire can feel the steely gaze taking over, her defense mechanism against showing any emotion. Especially in front of ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ. But it is her humanity, not her Veela or Merlin-knows-what-else that wins the fight. Cold runs up and down her spine, giving her a small but uncontrollable shiver. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐พ๐ท๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ . ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ . ๐ด๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ค๐๐ฆ. ๐โ๐ ๐กโ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ โ๐๐. ๐ด๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐.
โ โ โ โ โ๐ป๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฆ, ๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฆ,โ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ . ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ข๐ก โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ-๐โ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ โ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ . โ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐,โ ๐ โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐โ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐, โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐ก ๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ก โ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ก.
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ โ๐๐ข๐๐ โ๐, ๐คโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ? ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐.
โ โ โ โ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐ก โ๐๐ก๐ โ๐๐.
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐. ๐ป๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ค, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐บ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ค โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ โ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ก๐ก๐ก.โ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ข๐โ ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ .
โ โ โ โ ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก.
โ โ โ โ ๐ด ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. โ๐ด๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐๐ .โ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ โYouโre shaking.โ
โ โ โ โ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ด ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐ฌ๐ช๐น๐ฝ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท ๐ธ๐ซ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ธ๐พ๐ผ. But his simple words have one benefit because her blood starts to simmer in rage. โYouโre cold. Here.โ He takes off his tan jumper. Victoire hates that she catches the hint of surprisingly tanned, chiseled skin when he reaches above his head. The memory of it is so distracting she actually accepts the item being handed to her. โTake it. Canโt let you freeze to death, now can I?โ A small chuckle escapes his lips.
โ โ โ โ His small laugh doesnโt get matched by her own softening. It only solidifies her disappointment in him. He still doesnโt get it.
โ โ โ โ โReally, Teddy? I canโt be cold now, but you were happy to freeze me out of your life completely? And now you just want to force me to play nice so a few little kids think youโre still cool?โ
โ โ โ โ She is drunk. She is . . . weightless. The cold is starting to clear her mind, but the anger is more intoxicating than any shot could be. She is getting carried away now. The fury. The heartbreak. Itโs too much. Either she is going to stumble in her stupid heels or the words are gonna fall out of her mouth. She can only control one thing at a time. And as Victoire moves to steady her body, her mind canโt stop the words from lashing out:
โ โ โ โ โFuck you for what you did to me.โ
โ โ โ โ She doesnโt even mean it. Not like that. But now itโs been said. She balls the stupid, incredibly soft . . . comforting . . . wonderful jumper in her fist. She isnโt going to put it on. She wonโt do him the favor. He doesnโt get to be her knight in shining armor, especially when itโs yet another problem that he caused. Things were perfectly warm inside. They could have stayed. The guilt over her words eats her alive, but she shoves it down. Her retort is nothing compared to what he did. They both know his actions said far worse.
โ โ โ โ Shivers gnaw at her control. Goosebumps run up her legs and arms. Her power and control are lost. The pain in his gaze . . . โT-t-teddy.โ Victoire wants it to sound confident; the fury still lights her up from inside. But it canโt truly keep her warm. Her chattering teeth shroud his name in layers of hesitation and apology. She hates how good it feels to say it again. โWhy did you do that to me?โ
โ โ โ โ He steps closer, but he wonโt look her in the eyes. Only down, down, down . . . at the pathetic jumper he was clearly wearing as a security blanket anyway. He tries to take it back from her, but she knows why. He canโt force her to put it on so he can have some sense of closure. Their tug of war stretches the poor stitches, until . . . โIโm sorry.โ Her whole body goes rigid.
โ โ โ โ โYou have no idea . . . โ he hesitates, like the words are swallowing him, stopping him from saying anything more. โIโve tried.โ
โ โ โ โ Out of nowhere, he looks her in the eyes. Theyโre a hypnotic icy blue, like the waters by shell cottage. Like home. โGods, Vic โ you have no idea how much Iโve tried. To reach out, to apologize. To tell you how โโ Her grip around his jumper loosens and Teddy takes this as an opportunity to gently wrap it around her shoulders. โTruth is, Iโm not good with words.โ His hands tighten around the sleeves, lingering only a second too long. โIโm just not. Probably never will be, which is such an awful thing about me, because you deserve so much more than a sorry . . . โ
โ โ โ โ His gaze and hands and body leave her as he takes a step back. ๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐๐ช๐ป๐ญ, her first reaction hisses. But the way he looks at her. From all the ways men have looked at her, desired her, his has always been different.
โ โ โ โ โVictoire, you deserve . . . you deserve the best things. Because youโre the best and because thatโs just who you are. And Iโm afraid that I canโt . . . and thatโs why I left . . . and Iโm sorry. I really am and I will apologize to you with my last dying breath, probably.โ
โ โ โ โ Is it her anger or her love that makes her want to punch him? She hates him for leaving, but she hates the reason why even more. It strikes a chill deep within her, further than the crisp air can reach. Her heart nearly stops in her chest. How could he ever think he wasnโt good enough for her? How could he think so highly of her own position โ especially when sheโs the fool who pulled a wand on a boy at a party, when sheโs the one wearing next to nothing on a cold September night? He wonโt look her way again, but she canโt keep her eyes off of him. After so long, he only makes her speechless. Her mind is whirling, trying to put the pieces of his confession together. None of it makes sense. Didnโt he leave because she wasnโt enough for him?
โ โ โ โ The quiet eats away at them. Itโs an apology she has waited years for, but all of her rehearsed replies are rendered useless by his brokenness. She believes him. She wants to forgive him. The anger finally collapses from her lungs. Time stands still. There is only Teddy. And heโs finally back.
โ โ โ โ โI didnโt want the best. I just wanted you.โ
โ โ โ โ It burns. Itโs a thought she wanted to keep inside that somehow snakes out in a whisper. He finally looks in her eyes again, and theyโre both hurting with the weight of her words.
โ โ โ โ ๐ฆ๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ.
โ โ โ โ Past tense.
โ โ โ โ But itโs the truth. The world is so complicated. She doesnโt know what she wants anymore. Where has he been these past three years? What has he done? What kind of man has he become? She wonโt lie and say she still wants him. She doesnโt know him. But, fuck . . . even when he looks like that, tousled hair and crippled with despair, she ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ผ to know again.
โ โ โ โ Victoire doesnโt say, ๐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ. She knows how to speak without words, and she dares to cross the small space between them. The warmth she feels all over is not from the jumper tucked gently around her. ๐ข๐ฝ๐ช๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท. Her hands are on his chest, inching their way up to his neck. The world melts away. Her heart finally finds life again, pounding in her chest. Every inch of her skin on his is burning with temptation. She wants him.
โ โ โ โ โI donโt want to fight you, Teddy, but I donโt know how to trust you. Show me how to trust you again.โ
โ โ โ โ Her world sets on fire when his hands wrap around her waist. โVic . . . โ He breathes out her name as his hands have now made their way to her hair. Everything is humming with the intensity of the sun, craving him in every inch of her. Now and forever. This moment is everything theyโve been waiting for. Theyโre back along the shore of the Great Lake. The two of them. Nothing else in the entire universe. But her kiss doesnโt ignite their passion; it falls uselessly against his cheek. Sheโd like to think it is his minty aftershave, and not her shame, that tingles so. His hands drop from her hair as he takes an agonizingly slow step away from her.
โ โ โ โ โVic, we canโt do this. Youโre drunk. And Iโm seeing someone. Itโs not fair. Itโs not fair to either of us.โ
โ โ โ โ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ.
โ โ โ โ She knows it. Sort of. She has seen his Instagram, not that he has ever actually tagged another woman. But of course Victoire has seen the existence of some beautiful, dark-haired enigma gracing his photos and captions alike. She enjoys Italy more than Paris, though, so what in Merlinโs beard . . .
โ โ โ โ She always knew he would tell her no. Drunk, disheveled, in the middle of the night . . . This isnโt what she wants. This isnโt the Teddy she wants. But it still stings. Rejection has been her biggest fear since her time at Beauxbatons. It is the very knife he plunged through her heart when he once abandoned her. And here it is again, only she gets to be the one to run this time. Something snaps within her. Victoire is not a foolish drama queen who shoved a boy on the dance floor or screamed at her professor. She is better than that.
โ โ โ โ But he said it himself already. He is no good with words. How does he think this blank stare is any better? Every second he waits distances them further and further. It is though the moment they shared was only a hallucination. Just like that, everything had changed again. Pulling herself to her full height, she shows the mighty Gryffindor courage that has always flowed through her veins as she defiantly looks him in the eyes.
โ โ โ โ โActually, Edward, youโre quite right. I should be getting back to the party with . . . โ Sheโs forgotten his bloody name. โWith Godric. He deserves an explanation. And you, well, you have someone to ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ, donโt you?โ
โ โ โ โ But he said it himself already. He is no good with words. How does he think this blank stare is any better? Every second he waits distances them further and further. It is though the moment they shared is only a hallucination. Just like that, everything has changed again.
โ โ โ โ If he was smart, he would leave. โVic . . . โ Her name escapes his lips, but unlike last time, he sounds a bit more confident in the way heโs calling after her. Does he know how much it kills her to hear that name? Is that why he keeps dropping it like a curse? Of course he doesnโt know. He canโt know something about her because he doesnโt know ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป. Not anymore.
โ โ โ โ โAt least let me walk you back to the party?โ
โ โ โ โ She scoffs at his offer, but she canโt tell if her physical repulsion is at the idea of being treated like a child or the apparition nausea catching up to her again. โProfessor, I certainly donโt need an escort across the place Iโve been living for the last seven years of my life.โ His protest is written all over his face; it is his fault that she is all the way out here, after all. โLetโs face it: we both have people waiting for us. We both have other places to be. The only real choice we have here is to . . . is to say goodbye.โ
โ โ โ โ โVictoire, I really think that โโ
โ โ โ โ โDonโt worry, Professor. I already know.โ Why does he have to look at her like that? The conflict flashes through his eyes. He has been so unreadable since his arrival, but in this moment, it is like he never left. Teddy looks like an open book to her, and she isnโt surprised by the question brushing off his lips. โWhat do you already know?โ But that glint in his eyes says he already knows what she is going to say too.
โ โ โ โ โI already know that I have to be the one to say goodbye, since you never will.โ And for all the moments that night where he stopped her from getting away from him, this time he finally caves in. Teddy lets her walk away.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ ๐ฟ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ค๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐น๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐กโ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐.
โ โ โ โ โ๐-๐-๐๐๐๐๐ ๐,โ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐ผ๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ . ๐ผ๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก. ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐โ๐ก ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐. ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ก. ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ก. ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ โ๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐.
โ โ โ โ ๐ป๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐? ๐ป๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ?
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ โ โ โ Broken glass and spilled booze devour every inch of the floor. Students are milling about in the chaos of the ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ต ๐น๐ป๐ธ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ผโ arrival. Well, isnโt that something? James is being strung up by his ear on one end of the room. Fred fights his urge to cower in the other. She supposes it was bound to happen.
โ โ โ โ Victoire does not care about the party getting busted. She doesnโt care about the detention slip falling into her hands. At some point, it would have been the end of her world. But that Victoire also never would have come to this in the first place. And what she knows now . . . what she has seen, experienced. The consequence of detention pales in comparison to the world outside.
โ โ โ โ She is practically a zombie going through the motions. Although not quite mindless, her thoughts are far from focusing on reality. Solemn nod to the groundskeeper that she knows better. Half-smile to her friends who probably had a good night and donโt care enough to check in with her. Not that she checks in either. Apologetic wave to the Godric boy she never should have danced with. Itโs all so meaningless.
โ โ โ โ Despite the pain in her heart, Victoire cannot hide the relief as she collapses, finally, under the canopy of her bed. Even with her party clothes slipped off, there is still a certain tan jumper curling down her shoulders and around her waist. Right where his hands have been. The charmed stars twinkling on her bedโs ceiling seem to wink at her. Theyโre in on her secret.
โ โ โ โ For all the time she has spent in denial, she is helpless against the pull of softness and the smell that makes her too afraid to brew amortentia. A truth she can no longer hide from.
โ โ โ โ In all her travels and adventures, there have only been two things that make her feel truly alive.
โ โ โ โ Dragons. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ ๐๐พ๐น๐ฒ๐ท.