ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ avada kedavra [Riven | Fate - The Winx Saga]

06

Choose wisely, because how you choose will determine what your future will be, at least that's what it sounded like to Sierra when they were told that their cohort should choose a second element this year.

Purely from a logical point of view, it would have to be complementary to their own, however, would this really make sense to learn a skill that was close to what you already knew? Or maybe it would be better to choose something that was new to you? Most likely, there was no right or wrong here. The decision to be made could be neither wrong nor right, because it would have to be clear what fell into which category.

If one thought in such a way and tried to come in this way an answer, it would go into the infinite. Therefore Sierra asked herself another question. What would make the most sense? What would take her further and what would be merely a gimmick?

"Hey," in a hushed voice, Riven put a hand around Sierra's upper arm, taking her aside and pulling her away from prying ears, even though the blonde was currently looking for a place to eat, "I have something for you.... indirectly."

"How's that?" wanted to know Sierra, who looked into Riven's expectant face as if he had the news of all news, "Either you have something for me or you don't. Indirectly means for you...."

"The opportunity to browse the Downling bookshelf," Riven got straight to the point, knowing Sierra would be interested and will stop picking apart his choice of words, "You won't find what you're looking for in the library but you might find it there. Will you come?"

"Do I want to know what you're looking for there?" no sooner had Sierra asked than she regretted doing so and merely shook her head, "And when?"

Basically? Now. In a few minutes, when the Dowling and Callum went on break. Before that, though, they both had to meet someone who also possessed an interest in the Director's office. After all, it had to be worth it. A burglary like this, with nothing in the end
came, would be an unnecessary risk and thereby, not worth it.

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This someone, because it was to pick up, was a fairy from the new vintage with the name Beatrix. In the category, difficult to assess, Sierra would put the brunette, after the first impression she had of her. The behavior and the way the fairy acted was a little too put-upon for Sierra's taste. First impressions can be deceiving and sometimes it's the circumstances of getting to know someone that leads to misjudging them. There was something wrong with this Beatrix, Sierra was sure, just not with what it could be. In five minutes, it was almost impossible to figure it out.

In front of the door to Dowling's office, Sierra raised her left hand to the level of the lock until it cast a shadow, which shortly after crept into the slot for the key, whereupon after a few silent seconds, a click was heard and the door, as if by itself, opened.

"Like this, you don't leave any traces," announced Sierra with a welcoming gesture, who didn't feel like possibly getting caught because of any scratches on the lock, since Riven wanted to open the lock with a knife first, "Well, have fun searching."

"You're not looking for anything?" asked Beatrix skeptically, looking briefly over her shoulder at Sierra because of it, "Can't imagine otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"If you look, you won't find anything," replied Sierra, who had gone straight to the first bookshelf on the wall next to the door and with her fingertips gently stroking the spines of the old works, "I'll just look around and be surprised at what falls into my hands."

A gasp escaped Sierra, then she took two or three steps back, raised her right hand to chin level, and blew as if getting rid of dust. A dark cloud, made of individual particles, approached the shelf and disappeared into crevices between the books.

Let's see what will fall into her hands.