Perfidy | Tom Riddle |

11.

Lyra jumped up from the infirmary bed covered in sweat and pondered around to see where she was.

The infirmary, she must've used up too much strength in healing Samuel causing her to faint. She looked over to her side to see him lying next to her still unconscious. Dragging herself out of the bed she made her way towards him and checked up onto his freshly changed wound, with the potion spread across just like she had informed them.

She felt relieved knowing he would be alright. Sitting back down onto her bed, Lyra's stomach began to growl from hunger. With skipping breakfast to spending the whole day in the infirmary she had not once been fit to satisfy her hunger. Hence she made it her mission to find her way to the kitchens, not worrying that anyone would spot her easily finding her way since it was quite past curfew.

But what would she make, what had she been craving? Muffins, the similar ones she would always reach for at the Malfoy's. Then on she began looking around to gather her ingredients when she was disturbed by two house-elves.

"Does Miss want a snack?" shifting her attention towards her knee level, she smiled and crouched down to them. "Though it may seem strange I was thinking if it'd be alright if you aid me to find the ingredients to make muffins. My name's Lyra and what are your names?"

"Tibly Miss and this is Dokky." said the first house elf.

"Make muffins? Miss wants to make the muffins herself?" Dokky asked.

"Absolutely I would like to make it myself, baking is something I enjoy to destress myself."

With a snap of their fingers, all the ingredients appeared neatly laid out onto the table, she smiled and thanked the two requesting they go back to rest for she'll clean up the mess. Though the two at first refused and offered to both bake and clean for her. She kindly declined their offer and scooted them out of the kitchens.

Standing in front of the table she moved a bowl towards her, first whisking the dry ingredients including flour, baking powder, sugar, and a pinch of salt. Then moved on to her wet ingredients first melting the butter with just a simple flick of her wrist to make the muffins soft and added the eggs and milk. Managing her wand carefully she poured the batter into little pans. Wanting to add one last thing to ensure the absolute pleasantest flavor she had cast a nonverbal simple cooking charm over the baking pan.

Now she would wait for 20 minutes, until then she waved her wand over the dirty items and they began to wash themselves. And there she sat waiting, thinking of ways she would uncover the identity of the future Dark Lord. The task would be the trickiest aside from destroying the Horcrux or Horcruxes which she had already known how to do so.

It had to be someone with deep ties to the wizarding world, someone who had the money and connections to be able to pull something like that off. For certain it could be someone from the 28 powerful families whose pureblood status dates back centuries but WHICH one specifically. Lowering her head into her hands, she groaned, thinking it will take a lot longer than she had anticipated killing him.

"It's 2 am and you hauled us out here for snacks? I was with a girl Nott." Avery complained after Nott and Mulciber barged into his room dragging him out on their quest to obtain a late-night snack.

"We saved her from experiencing complete and utter disappointment, honestly you should be thanking us for saving you from embarrassment." slurred Mulciber as he flung his arms around the two boys' shoulders.

"I can assure you she would've been left quite satisfied merely ask all the other women."

"What other women," Nott stated, causing them to all burst with laughter. Just as they made their way to the entrance of the kitchens they suddenly realized they weren't alone. Lyra was there. They scurried over to hide behind the wall's peeking their heads in to see what she was doing,