A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought...
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𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛
Walking down the stone steps that lead to the common room, my fingers brush the dagger that is strapped to my upper thigh under my black skirt. I also check and make sure the pouch filled with my own concoction is still there. In case we get caught, this little pouch will stop us from getting into any kind of trouble. While Avery can afford trouble, Rhysand and I can't.
When I get to the base of the stairs, I intake a small breath. "Ready?" I ask Avery, who is currently sitting on one of the leather couches, his knee shaking with anxiety. This man needs to get out more. "I'm not sure—"
"Second thoughts are banned around me. There isn't any possible way we can get caught and if we do, I can get us out of that too, so get up and stop shaking your knee like a meth addict," I tell him, walking toward Rhysand, who stands a few feet away from Avery, near one of the black leather couches in the Slytherin common room.
"And what exactly can you do to ensure we won't get in trouble for this?" Avery asks, standing up. His fluffy brown hair falls just above his eyebrows upon moving, blending with his coffee-colored eyes.
"Let's hope you don't have to find out." With that, I turn around and quietly open the door to leave the common room, Rhysand and Avery following closely behind me.
We stop whenever we hear the clock that can be heard throughout the school strike midnight. "Game time," I whisper.
We make our way to the library and head to the back of it where the restricted section is. We see no professors and no students. "Any alarms on the door?" I ask, and Avery shakes his head. "Nothing. Kier and Riddle have been here multiple times. There's nothing. Just a lock." I make a mental note of Tom Riddle having entered the restricted section before saying, "for a school that holds one of the most dangerous types of books in the world, their security sucks."
Rhysand makes a sound of agreement.
"Alohomora," I say, looking at the doors. I hear a faint click and then I walk over to the doors. I push them open by gathering and blowing wind from the air around us. I won't leave my fingerprints on the doors.
