𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 [on hiatus !]

・。.・゜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

"𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠,
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
𝑆𝑤𝑖𝑚 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛,
𝐷𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑎, 𝑛𝑜."

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

TOM WAS DIFFERENT WHEN COMPARED TO EVERYONE ELSE.

Sure he was breathing, alive and had all his organs intact. But Eleanor could sense other things in him, she just didn't know what to make of them.

Much to her dislike, they were forced to spend hours in the Library just skimming through old books and occasionally poking around in the 'Restricted Section'. 

Not that Eleanor didn't adore the silence, she truly did, nonetheless, there was something that made her want to scratch someone's eyes out. His gorgeous ones, to be specific. Even after all of the time they spent together, he limited it to a minimal conversation.

"Hey, I found something," she sighed, after clawing through thirty books straight.

Tom merely hummed in response, averting his sharp brown eyes to her.

"It's about Silverbeard..." Eleanor frowned. "They closed down a thousand years ago."

A hint of amusement laced his voice as he spoke. "Of course, they didn't, haven't you paid any attention to what any of the Professors have been telling us?"

"Suck your ego up for a minute and look at this."

She passed the book towards him, her fingers brushing against his cold ones as he took it in his hands.

'SILVERBEARD ACADEMY FOR THE GIFTED:

Founded in the late 1500s by famous Dark Wizard Stephen Silverbeard, Silverbeard's Academy for the Gifted was infamous for teaching students Dark Arts to the extent that they'd either gone completely mad or completely power-hungry.