Aelin Galathynius / Hogwarts - Mischief & Magic 🤍

Chapter Sixteen - Bringing You Back

This chapter will include a few different POV's, just because I want to expand a bit and see a few different perspectives. Tell me if you like this or if you want to go back to just Aelin! I hope you enjoy! ❤️❤️

⚠️ - Mild swearing

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Lysandra's POV -

Something was wrong. Lysandra could tell that something was wrong the second Aelin left the room.

We'll obviously, she ran out of the room nearly crying. How stupid can you be honestly? Her subconscious said. Lysandra hated her subconscious - it was a part of her and yet she still found herself thinking 'how stuck up and arrogant can a person be?' whenever she heard it.

Lysandra and Aelin had only known each other for a week or two now, but it was pretty clear that the two were attached for life now. It wasn't something that either of them cared to explain, but they clearly both understood something about the other, and had clearly both experienced something similar which gave them a common ground. It was just that neither of them wanted to find out what was that common ground.

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Lysandra had gotten up out of her seat within a minute of Aelin not coming back, giving her deadliest glare to the son of a bitc- she meant gun - that had undoubtedly caused some sort of upset, before racing after her. She saw the edge of a robe dash up the stairs, following and searching all the rooms nearby until she stepped into the owlery, and what she saw made her heart break.

There sat Aelin, hunched over and sat against the wall, her face pale. By her sides, her hands shook ferociously, her feet tapping as well, anything to overcome the sheer wall of nerves pummelling through her body.

Lysandra didn't say anything, sitting down next to her and wrapping Aelin into a hug, trying to stop the never-ending tapping beat of Aelin's hands, as she shook them anxiously.

"Whatever he said you need to block out. Remind yourself, he doesn't know you, he doesn't care to know you, and he hasn't taken the time to get to know you. Any evaluation or judgement is based upon false knowledge; none of it will be true."

It was at that moment that Aelin fully broke, finally releasing her tears and sobbing into Lysandra, her face already glowing a deep pink.

"But he was right, Lys, I killed them, I killed my parents. If I had just stuck around long enough or stayed with them then I could have defended them, or at least died alongside them. It would be better for everyone else if I had." Aelin gasped out, her eyes full of a sadness.

Blank.

That was all Lysandra felt, before an endless wave of pure, blissful rage seeped into her bones.

"He said what." Lysandra said calmly. Too calm.

Aelin didn't answer.

"What did he say, Aelin?"

Still no answer.

"Aelin" Lysandra spoke softly.

"He said 'you'd be better off if you were dead with your parents. It's a shame somebody didn't finish the job' and he's right Lys, life would be better for him and everyone else if I was gone" she sobbed.

Lysandra's heart shattered.

Hearing her friend confess this to her filled her with sorrow, as well as adding to the boiling pit of fury that coursed through her bones and left her trembling. But Aelin wasn't done.