𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? ♡︎

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟

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-Andréa POV

Sunday, October 25, 1995

Today is the day.

Father hasn't owled me back yet.

Mattheo wants to kill him today.

Once we kill him, who knows what Tom's plan is.

"Are you ready?" Mattheo asks with a not very subtle smirk as he walks into my dorm.

I laugh, "I'm the one killing him aren't I?"

He shrugged, "It's kind of a team effort" He said as he leaned against my four post.

I raise an eyebrow, "If you wanna call 'team effort', me killing him, then yeah we are a great team" I say with an eye roll before getting off of my bed and walking into the bathroom.

I grab some makeup wipes and begin to take the rest of last night's makeup off.

I'm worried that father hadn't got my owl, it's been three days since I sent it out... what could be taking so long?

"Well Miss Mikaelson, since you decided that there is an 'I' in team... how are you planning on killing him?" Mattheo asks as I splash water onto my face.

"I'm going to just Avada him, everything else is just a waste of energy" I tell him as I dry my face with a towel and walk out of the bathroom.

"Ugh" He groans, "That's utterly boring" He sighs as he falls back on my bed.

I roll my eyes at his comment, "You're utterly boring, get over it" I say as I begin to get my school clothes on.

He scoffs, "Well that's not very nice, is it Andréa?" He says as he begins to walk closer to me.

I chuckle, "Wow Mattheo, you actually believe that I am a 'nice' person?" I laugh, "That's hilarious"

"You were nice... what happened?" He whispered into my ear.

I clench my jaw, "I don't know Mattheo, maybe the fact that I'm now a death eater because of you-"

"You are a death eater because you wanted to be a death eater, don't blame me" He said into my ear, "You want to kill people... you want to kill Dumbledore. I'm saying it right now, and I'll say it again Andréa, I see the bloodlust in your eyes, I see the way your magic reacts to the idea of killing, I know that you are way more powerful than you think you are... that is why being a death eater will help you be the best witch you could ever possibly be" He speaks into my ear.

I turn around to face him, "I know how powerful I am," I say as I take a step forward, making him step back, "I love the idea of death and killing, it makes me tingle," I smirk, before taking another step, "The bloodlust that you see in my eyes is just waiting to be released," One more step forward and he is sitting on the bed, I use my finger to push his chin up to look me right in my eyes, "But being a death eater could never help me be the best witch possible. That is where you're wrong Mattheo" With that, I push his chin to the side and walk back to my bureau.

I hear him scoff before getting up and walking out of my dorm.

What Mattheo didn't know was that I had a plan of my own, a plan that no one would be expecting in the end.