Nosebleeds and Daggers (DM)

Chapter 12- Trip to London

Odette Viotto-

Look into my eyes when they're burning with blazing flames in the longing for home.

- Jay

Odette and Malfoy would spend the next week in each other's company, isolated and alone in the middle of nowhere- resided in an ageing cabin.

Odette was glad her once classmate now roommate had brought a variety of books with him, keeping her sane at most.

When she was not reading, ignoring his presence as he done the same, she'd be out in nature- either practising spells on nearby trees, or practising her throwing skills.

The Head Boy kept entertained by researching on the mist that had engulfed his school, trying to understand how the Potter boy or Viotto girl had casted it.

He was desperate to uncover the secrets that surrounding the events, the disappearances, the murders, the attack on his school.

It took him a week to understand he would not find any answers here in the cabin, deciding he would have to travel elsewhere if he wished to solve this peculiar mystery he found himself so invested in.

But he would not be able to crack the puzzle himself- and who better to accompany him on his journey for an explanation than the witch he suspected to be behind it all- perhaps she was working with Potter, if so, he'd surely come looking for his accomplice soon enough.

The boy was sat on the bed he had claimed in the cabin, flipping the pages of one of the books he had brought to study angrily, gripping his hair as he failed to find anything else as he read the same paragraph for the fiftieth time.

The girl was outside, away from view of the window behind the sofa, practising blasting charms on innocent spruce trees- but she was quick to use a reversal spell on the trunk as to not harm the environment.

Odette wasn't aware of Malfoy's journey plans, so when said boy came marching over with a face as stern as stone she was utterly confused.

The pair only spoke five words at most in their week spent together- so to see him approach her with a question on the tip of his tongue was foreign.

"We're going somewhere" he announced bluntly, his hands clasped behind his back in a formal manor.

"We're?" Odette questioned, shocked by his words.

"Yes, Viotto, we're going somewhere" the boy scoffed at her words, rolling his carbon eyes dramatically.

"And where will we be going, exactly?" Queried the girl as she moved to cast the reversal spell on the spruce tree that had just been hit with the reductor curse.

"London" he informed, watching as the trees fallen ashes floated off the snowy grass and back to form the old bark trunk once again.

"London? And what will we be doing in London?" Probed Odette.

"We'll be travelling to a location I am aware you have visited in the past, therefore, know how to enter" the blonde haired boy explained.

Odette had an inkling he was speaking of the old Order Of The Phoenix headquarters, 12 Grimmauld Place.

"And of what matters involve Grimmauld place?" Odette asked, twisting her wand in her dainty hands- her fingers dragging along the roughened wood.