𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 [on hiatus !]

・。.・゜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

"𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟
𝑇𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟
𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

AS THEY WERE WALKING FOR BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING, ELEANOR AND GENELIA TRIED TO THINK OF WHAT THE LEGENDARY EVENT COULD BE.

"Maybe it's some massive Quidditch game or something?" Genelia suggested. "Who doesn't love Quidditch?"

The brunette scoffed. "I can give you a whole list of people who despise Quidditch."

"Right. Anything you have in mind, oh Great One?" the former teased.

"It could be the Triwizard Tournament, but it's a little shocking 'cause only three schools participate in it."

"Yeah TRIwizard, not FOURwizard."

"I believe the correct term would be Quadwizard," a familiar voice corrected, joining them. "Morning, m'ladies."

"Morning Theo," Eleanor smiled.

"You have to correct everything that I say, don't you slug-face?"

Mattheo raised his hands in surrender. "You should say that to Slughorn, not me!"

"Let it go you guys."

But Genelia and Mattheo continued bickering till they reached the Great Hall; Eleanor sighed. She finally knew what it felt like to third-wheel an argument. "Shut up, already," she groaned, covering her ears.

"Alright, your highness."

They ate in silence, except for the sound of Genelia flipping through the Daily Prophet. 

"Guys, Grindelwald was spotted in Diagon Alley yesterday."

"Good for him I guess?" Mattheo mumbled, finishing his soup. "What was he doing there anyway? Buying a new uniform? Hey, maybe he's coming back to Hogwarts!"

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "Are you high?"

"Are you low?" he responded, grinning, earning a smack from her on the back of his head. "Rude!"