𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN ; TALKS

❝ WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE VISIONS? COURTYARD, QUARTER TO ONE.❞



NOTE: THIS IS ANOTHER FILLER. I wanted to include a bit more of Azriel and Melody becoming friends as well as her nightmares connecting with Tom Riddle. I noticed this story has been a little confusing with the timeline, so I am trying to fix it all together as well.

But the next chapter will be filled with the egg scene, as well as the courtyard. Draco will appear in it, I know you probably miss him and I will try to work on it tonight even with the writers block.

Please, you do not have to comment nor vote. The end of the chapter is quite bad and rushed, but you guys deserved to have another chapter. I will come back and edit/review perhaps next week while im on vacation.

SHE WAS DAWNED with the crispy bleak air passing her window, it had sounded as if it was talking to the nature outside. The loud gusts of wind, that had ended up shaking the casement that was placed on the side of her bed⸺as it rushed by, were the calls of the universe essentially like it was screaming out some form of it's own feelings⸺it could've be anger, sadness, or all of the above. There was no way of knowing.

At least that is what Melody had presumed in her own mind.

It was the crack of the morning, the sunrise was sneakily peeking into the the glass that were nestled and placed in the middle of the stone walls. The relflection that was sprung from the apertue had bounced to the mirror and back onto her face.

Melody's back was slightly placed against the wooden of her own bed, her gaze struck onto the floor that was previous unnoticable due to the dark shadows the room had welcomed in the dusk of the night. Her eyes were sligthly drooped, rings of purple and a light shade of what seemed like a black color had formed beneath them; her hues of bright green had been dull, now looking like a deep forest complexion.

Melody had been drinking her water that was calmed in a clear small glass, sat on the wooden table next to her⸺but it didn't help the dryness of her throat whatsoever, only proceeding to increase the amount of drouth that was in her esophagus.

The time had only shown on her clock⸺reading 6:43 in the morning; Melody was restless at this point, and knew that there was no reasoning for her to try and go back to sleep. Her body had been wide awake, running on pure anxiety and adrenaline. It had felt as though a cup of hot coffee had been put into her system with a syringe⸺letting all liquid seep into her veins and course through them like a maze, going through every plausible area, possible of access.

Melody had still be exhausted in her head, she knew her legs were going to be a bit stumbly as to the fact of what happened the night before, but she didn't put much though into it...only just to think about how she is going to push through the day and make it seem like she was completely fine.

That her mind hadn't been tortured with the same visions not too long ago.

That she hadn't got an inkling size drop of sleep, and was only running on whatever energy had been left with her anxiousness, after being strained of all the power that was held in her like glue dried on paper.

Melody made sure that when she got up that she hadn't make a noise.

That it was silent.