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Sounds more tragic than transcendental to me.
content warning: alludes to self harm
A long month had gone by, and Ravenna still had no plan on how to assassinate Dumbledore. She had been more stressed than ever, skipping meals, taking all of the difficulty out on herself.
She hadn't talked to Mattheo much since their fight. He hadn't gone to any of his classes, and Ravenna had made no effort of talking to him, worried about another emotional outburst.
Now she sat at the Quidditch pitch, watching her cousins, along with Teddy prepare to meet the new students trying out for the Slytherin team. The Quidditch pitch smelled like broomstick wax and teen spirit. It was now October, the air in Scotland becoming harsher, and unforgiving.
Ravenna shivered, tucking herself farther into her jacket, desperate to relieve herself of the chills she felt. Her head turned as she felt someone sit next to her.
Tom Riddle.
She ignored him, although she was clearly bothered by the boy's presence. Ravenna had now focused on the sights below her. The Quidditch team had now started tryouts.
Astra led the tryouts, being the captain. Ravenna wasn't surprised, as the Malfoy had earned the ranking. Unlike Draco, Astra had to work hard for her spot on the team. She may have been the better player, but the Slytherin team did not have girls, much less as the captain.
Astra had finished giving her opening speech about requirements and regulations, when he walked in. This caught everyone on the pitch's attention, Mattheo sauntering over toward them.
"Sorry I'm late." Astra, along with the rest of the newbies looked completely befuddled.
What. The. Fuck. Is he doing here.
"Well well well, never thought I'd see a Riddle play Quidditch." Astra announced in a dulcet tone.
"I guess I'm full of surprises." Mattheo countered, an annoyed grin on his face.
Astra rolled her eyes, but there was no malice in her expression.
"What position r'you going for Riddle?"
"Uh, beater." Astra stopped for a second, seemingly in thought.
"Fine. You're on their team." Astra said, pointing to Theodore and Draco, along with the rest of their side.
Mattheo nodded, getting ready to mount his broom.
"Oh and one more thing, Riddle. Never show up late to one of my practices again." Astra smiled, before flying up, higher than everyone else.
Mattheo's smirk dropped, hesitating, before nodding.
Astra wasn't in search of the Snitch, only watching those below her play, analyzing their skills.
